This was done for 'A Sirius Crush On Moony''s Forbidden love competition. (:
I scowled angrily from where I was perched precariously atop a tree branch high amongst the cluster of trees that surrounded the Gaunt cottage.
Down below, if I lent at the right angle, I could see Merope standing beside the large oak tree; her hands clutching two figurines which she was making converse animatedly.
Tightening my grip on my wand, I slid down to the branch below to get a better look.
Her words were slurred and barely distinguishable, but her movements were purposeful as she span around the garden; her skirt lifting up majestically around her in the wind.
I scowled as she brought the figurines close together before she pulled them apart with a giggle.
I wondered briefly whether father knew she was out of the house, but I didn't have time to contemplate it long before the sound of horse hooves crunching down upon cobbled roads caught my attention.
Snapping my head in the direction of the noise, I clutched hold of a nearby branch and placed all of my weight upon it before using it to propel my body forwards onto the next branch.
A stray twig slapped across my face as I passed, and I could feel as a small bead of blood made its way down my face before it dripped onto the skin of my arm.
Vindictively, I aimed my wand in the direction of the twig and muttered a quick curse that splintered the wood into hundreds of tiny pieces that flittered to the floor below, but the spell rather over shot and caught a section of the trunk of the tree that cracks were now rippling across.
Merope appeared not to have noticed though, as her gaze was fixed on something I couldn't see just beyond the row of unkempt hedges.
Sliding easily to the floor below, I looked up just in time to see Merope drop the two dolls to the ground below and rush off round the corner of the cottage towards the sound.
My pace picked up as I approached the spot she had just vacated, and my eyes fell to the figures as I took in their detail.
The first doll I picked up without interest, its features were mangled and uninteresting, and its dress' patterns were eerily similar to that of the girl who had just left; it was clearly meant to represent her.
Snarling at the thought, I threw the figure haphazardly onto the floor below where it lay happily until I drove the heel of my foot into the indent where its head met its body.
The neck snapped clean in two, and I grinned in satisfaction as I toed the remaining pieces.
Without warning, my feet swept forwards and made the pieces shoot out into the trees where I could no longer see them.
Now, with more care, I bent down to the second figurine and placed it in the palm of my hand so I could examine it in more detail.
I drew the figurine closer to my face, and noted the aristocratic (if not clumsily carved) features that made the identity of this figurine clear.
I could hear his voice now; ringing clear through the garden as he reprimanded Merope for something or rather. It was almost whimsical in the way it drifted through the garden, and I paused for a few moments to let the sound wash over me.
Her sobs cut through the sound like sharp edged daggers, and it shook me back to reality just in time to hear her footsteps crunching back through the leafy ground towards the spot I was still standing in.
Concealing the figure beneath my cloak, I slinked backwards into the shadows.