The Night It Would Be Done
When you feel everything and nothing at the same time, your heart seizes and your stomach burns. Your mind rushes thoughts quicker than you can comprehend, but you understand. I wished I could numb it to the point of unconsciousness, because these thoughts are shouting at me now. They're growing louder and my heart's beating faster.
I watched a flash of light as the Muggle was thrown up in the air, casually.
I felt ice plunging my skin and freezing my veins but I kept moving. Through a narrow path, out of the way.
"Crucio!"
My heart was stabbing with hot pain as I heard a familiar voice scream.
"Imperius! Stay back little boy, if don't want to suffer like your daddy!"
I proceeded to turn back and help but someone pushed me.
"Confundo!"
"Expelliarmus! Protego!"
Sounds of smashes and blasts of light was the music of war. The sounds yelled as people shouted at the top of their lungs.
I needed this.. I never felt hatred like this.. far beyond loathing.. beyond reasoning.
Vaguely, I wondered if this is what He felt.
But behind the hatred lay pain.. The butchered pieces of hurt and guilt and disappointment that built up throughout thirteen years.
I found them. Rounding on them, I raised my wand, my heart told me to do it now.
I could not give mercy.
They never gave mercy.
"MORSMORDE!"
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A/N: This was a short drabble on, which you probably guessed, Barty Crouch Jr. At first, I wanted to make it different, but it was vague enough with being too confusing. Please review!