Chapter 1

Can you guess who this is?

"I..I killed him." The body was lying on the floor. It seemed like a good idea at that time to pick up the heavy rock while his back was turned. Her eyes blink rapidly as if doing so would make the scene in front of her disappear. The rock she used on him gave her gash on the side of her palm and it burned as it dripped. It was more evidence to what happen. This is real and no amount of head shaking, and breathy gasp will make it go away.

"That shouldn't be possible." The next step. The next step will be to banish the body, or bury it. Do something so nobody will know what happened. Nobody CAN know. Because this, this should not have happened. It was a mistake, and it was something that cannot be discovered by anybody.

Quickly, she fumbled for the wand Vol-HE had tossed away while gloating. He told her she wouldn't be needing it where she was going. And in some ways he would be right, because she can't find it. And if she can't find it in the next ten minutes, she will never need it again.

"Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. FUCK IT." Her hands and clothes were covered with blood. Her face felt cold and numb, and something wet was dripping down her chin. She wasn't entirely sure if it was just here tears or something else. Finally, she sees a smooth handle sticking out of a bush and she scrambles for it.

Its not her wand. Its his. But it glowed in her hand and warmed her enough to make her realise that she is shaking. That this is happening, this is real and this is going to change everything. But she has to swallow it down and suck it up. Because she needs to be brave and deal with it , or otherwise they will deal with her. And she will not like that.

So she steadies the wand, her wand now HE doesn't need it anymore haha, on him and wave. And in a blink the body is gone. Another wave, and she is gone as well. In his place was HIM. Long spindly fingers wrapped around the wand, and dark robes flow around his body like he was one part grim and one part reaper.

He closed his eyes, steady his still shaking fingers and pushed everything away. Red eyes open back up and his mouth twist into something of a smile as he sees his most trusted followers appear one by one.

"Where is the girl?" One ask. His voice is familiar and it takes him a moment to figure out who it was before he is stifling a gasp and settles for a glare. Hastily, everyone fall on their knees and in unisons bow their heads and there are arms in the air. For a tense moment he couldn't figure out why they were doing that, until the gleam of the mark flashed at him.

He takes a moment to compose himself. Make it count. Steady yourself, for godsakes!

"I..."make it good "Ate her." And then he bares his teeth as every one of them look up in fear and surprise. Why the hell did you say that? But none of them look suspicious, and only one of them looked dismayed. Huh.

"I...I see." Thank god for all those time he needed to think fast whenever his brothers were caught and needed saving.

"Leave." He tries for a snarl and everyone flinch back. Steady girl, you're almost there. Slowly they all apparate away, and she is along again. He doesn't let his guard down, there is still a prickle in the back of his neck that makes him feel watched so he also disappears. His jump only gets him as far as the edge of the forest before he is bent over emptying everything from his stomach. And then he is back to a she and tears are streaming down her face.

Focus, you're not out of the woods yet, haha woods. She chokes out a chuckle but it comes out as a gasping sobs and she covers her mouth with her hand. The blood on her face hasn't dried and then she realize she probably didn't conceal the blood when she changed into HIM. That must've freaked them out. Good. She feels hysterical and her heart is pounding with her head. But it might be because she just threw up after attempting to apparate for the first time after pretending to be HIM for the first time after she killed someone for the first time after HE-

And she's throwing up again.

Nothing is coming out this time except for bitter bile and tears sliding tracks down her bloody face. Its late now and she doesn't know what to do. Nobody knows where she is and if they do they probably think she is dead which she doesn't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing because now, NOW is NOT a good time to freak out so BREATHE lungs! And she's laughing again because she's trying to calm herself down but how do you calm yourself down when you're the one freaking out?

A rustle to her right has her spinning toward it and nearly screaming out. She's stops herself in time but now is the time to leave this place and find a place to hide recuperate for now. So with a hasty wave she disappear the throw up haphazardly and runs away from the rustling.

No one is going to believe that I killed the Dark Lord.

Author's Note: So I wrote this a few months back thinking it would be an interesting idea to explore and expand but I forgot about it because I didn't know how to end it. I wrote a little more after seeing it because I was thinking about writing the next chapters for the other two stories. But I got a new computer and the older stuff isn't on this computer and blahblahblah lazy.

I still don't have an ending to this so its semi finish but it isn't. I still would like to write more to it but as far as I know, this wouldn't be a long story.