She killed her first person when she was seven. It was just a muggle; a stupid little muggle boy who refused to give her a turn on the swing. He stuck out his tongue at her and slumped over, still on the swing. She scowled and stomped off towards the slide. She paused only to pick up a rock and throw it at his lifeless body, still on the swaying swing. No one ever knew.
She was ten when two of her classmates were found lifeless in the bathroom. They were just muggles; stupid little muggle girls who told her she was just a red-headed freak. No one ever stopped to think that a ten year old was capable of murder.
It was only her second week of Hogwarts. She just decided to walk by the forest on her way to Hagrid's for tea. He didn't like Slytherin's; no, not at all; but he was practically in love with her father. She saw a thestral and approached it in awe. They liked her. Every time she passed by the forest after that, they would flock towards her. A few even approached to castle in search of her. At the age of eleven, her aura was cold and she reeked of death.
She's a measly, little second year when she discovers the Chamber of Secrets. She had inherited her father's parseltongue ability. With help from Salazar Slytherin's portrait, she hatched her own basilisk. Five students were petrified and three died. They were just stupid little mudbloods who compared her to her cousins. Belle Zabini took ten thousand galleons and an unbreakable vow, and turned herself in the night before the school was set to close. No one ever guessed that the real killer was still free.
She was fourteen and her first boyfriend, Lorcan Scamander, was found impaled with a silver-handled dagger. Rose Weasley caught him cheating with Amy Finnigan and immediately told her cousin. Amy Finnigan was carted off to Azkaban; they assumed he had threatened to tell her boyfriend and she just flipped out. He was just a stupid little cheater and Finnigan was just a stupid little Gryffindor slut. No one stops to suspect poor, heartbroken Lily Potter.
She was sixteen and it was just months after their wedding. Scorpius and Rose Malfoy were found dead in their home. He broke her heart by choosing Rose over her; he was just a stupid boy. No one suspected the cousin/best friend. Andrew Corner, Rose's extremely jealous ex, was escorted to Azkaban.
By the time she is twenty, she's lost count of how many have lost their life at her hands.
To celebrate her twenty-first birthday, she wipes out an entire floor of St. Mungo's. Twenty-two patients and nine nurses are killed. No one is arrested; they say one of the nurses did it, killing themselves in the process. No one notices the empty vial of polyjuice potion that slips out of her robe pocket.
She blows up a muggle library for her twenty-fourth birthday. It's blamed on a bomb. No one ever realized that magic was involved.
She's twenty-six and she's killed a grand total of twenty-one witches and wizards and one hundred, forty-two muggles. Nearly twenty years have passed since her first kill. She slips poison into her Aunt Hermione's tea. Uncle Ron is taken to Azkaban the day after she dies when arsenic is found in his sock drawer. They were just stupid muggle-lovers. No one ever thinks, not for a second, that poor Lily Potter, who's lost so many people close to her, is responsible.
She's twenty-nine when she's found dead in her home. She was just a stupid little killer, and seven year old Scorpius Potter was just her adopted son. No one ever knew.
I'm on my way to the beach, and this suddenly hits me. Psycho Lily. If you read (or have read) my one-shot "Thirty," you'll see that slight hint of this in her; "Except Jame, he DEAD." . . . yeah
I really hope y'all liked this. I definitely enjoyed writing this.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's probably not mine.
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