Prompt: Songfics. Choose a song that you feel relates to the Death Eaters and their families, or the HP world in general. Write a 100-word or 500-word drabble inspired by the song. It might be a good idea to provide the lyrics that inspired you. from the Bellatrix Lestrange: The Dark Lord's Most Faithful forum.
Disclaimer: I dont own or get paid for anything i submit on here. The song is Lately by Skunk anansie. Not enough poeple listen to their music, they are amazing! The chanarcters are JK's
Its 500 words with the lyrics
Sometimes all the moments,
We've savoured for the last,
Get crushed between the good and the bad,
From pressures we have had.
This was supposed to be the end of it all. I was finally going to prove myself fully worthy of him... And yet all I can do is think about finding my boy. I've lost myself to this world already, I can't let him make the same mistakes. I see Lucius; grinning as he cuts through the crowd of children. I am more than worthy of him. I'm too good for him. We're fighting a war against kids. Boys and girls the same age as our own. What have I done? What have I allowed them to make me? I swallow hard, trying to banish the images from my mind as I run up the steps into the castle. There are children running around. Teachers shouting to each other. Nobody seems to pay me any mind as I run up the stone stairs. A badly aimed spell explodes into the wall at the side of me.
Lately I can't seem
to colour what we've lost
It all seems like bad means
I'm pointing my wand right at her, straight at her chest. Her eyes are wide with fear, her bushy brown hair wilder than I can ever remember seeing it. 'Mudblood,' my mind hisses and I whimper out loud. I can't stop it anymore. I can't fight the word, its engrained into my brain now.
"Where is he?" I ask and she just looks at me. "I'm not going to hurt you child just tell me where my son is," I shout at her and she flinches as my wand leaks out some pent up anger. Why isn't she telling me?
'crucio it out of her,' my mind hisses and I have to pull my wand back to stop myself from actually doing it.
These shattered ties with no compromise,
Fall through this fragile hell,
The drinks stay sipped 'cos we've lost our grip,
Too exhausted to rebel.
Lucius was watching in horror when the dark lord fell. Bellatrix, ever faithful to the end died for him. My niece and her husband lay together with the other lost souls. So many people died that didn't have to. None of this needed to happen. I've lost both my sisters, my husband and I almost lost my little boy to this war. I have my boy in my arms, unable to stop the tears that are falling from my eyes. I can feel him shaking. Looking all around the great hall at people he had thought were his enemies. I can't seem to loosen my grip on him. I can hear Molly Weasley, sobbing over her own son. I see Draco in his place and let out a whimper. I'm too tired. Tired of the life I once had, tired of fighting, tired of Lucius, of magic... of it all. I just want to sleep, for such a long time.
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