Okay, hiya all. The usual shit....I own nothing. Just Nyah and some strays. I pieced together some stuff and expanded and added chapters enjoy. Please Review.
" I don't want to hear it! Just go away. I hate you!" The young women yelled from inside her home. She yelled to the young man outside the door.
" God Damn it Nyah. Don't you understand? They'll kill you." Marcus Flint angrily pounded on the door. His sweat dripped from his forehead.
" I could care less. You bastard! I hope they kill you. You and your death- eater father." Nyah walked away from the door. Ignoring all that was being said to her from the outside.
Nyah Favoroe had just been given the sentence of death. Hours earlier her husband Marcus Flint, had told the servants of the dark lord about Nyah's past accidently. Nyah's father himself had been a servant of lord Voldemort. It was in her blood just like Marcus. Except her father was a servant before he fathered a child to a muggle and lied about it. The dark lord inraged by her fther's betrayal sought out revenge against his family.
" Nyah! Please listen to me." Marcus exhausted from pounding on the door leaned against the door. His voice hurt from yelling. Marcus really didn't give a fuck if he died. He just betrayed the one person who he actually gives a damn about. And the only person who actually felt the same way about him. A innocent life had been stollen frm them both, their child. His pride.
He vaguely had any recollection of how it happened. " Ah" Marcus pulled up his sleeve his mark burned. He knew the death-eaters were close. He hadn't meant to admit to her being a mudblood, but the spell his father had cast had been truely strong. It broke though his hearts desire.
He felt as though he could die at that very spot. His memories of the past and Nyah as well as how everything came to be exploded into his mind.
Just over two years ago he remembered
"Okay practice over. Now remember the plays. We can't let those firkin' Gryffindors win. If they do, I'll beat the shit out of Wood."
" Don't worry Marcus, I'll show that pansy Potter!" Draco Malfoy, the seeker said.
The team laughed. Marcus turned his attention to his new girl friend and new keeper Nyah Favoroe. " You'd better not let those bitch chasers score any goals."
Nyah caught Marcus's stern stare. Marcus smiled revealing his large teeth. He had tried himself to shrink them a bit. But was meant with little success. " Don't worry. I won't let them score." Nyah smiled back.
Nyah mind was racing thoughts as she strolled down the long hall towards the Syltherin common room. Quidditch and Marcus. Nyah had long known about the Flint's. Her best friend and fellow had told her. Lexx has warned Nyah about the Marcus and his family, about their dark secrets and the bloodshed they had provoked. They had a death-eater past, a deep darkness that threatened anything good. And by god Marcus didn't ever go out ofhis way to prove otherwise. He cheated, beat up people. Including Oliver Wood. He was exactly stupid, but he didn't ever land on top. Marcus wasn't exactly an Oliver Wood, or Cedric Diggory but he had a few good features on him. His eyes for one, just looking into them a person could slightly grasp the intoxicating sadness that a poor young lad had indured. Nyah couldn't help but feel sympathy towards the man.
Oliver smiled at Marcus.
" Why don't you watch where the hell you are going Wood?" Marcus could feel his ears turning red.
" You bumped into me Flint."
" So, then get the fuck out of my way before I have to mangle that face of yours!" Marcus snapped.
" Well excuse me for walking." Oliver smirked.
Without thinking Marcus punched Oliver in the stomach. Oliver bent over hugging his stomach. He straightened up and threw back his fist...
Nyah turned the corner deep in thought. No sooner did she turn the corner than she spotted Marcus. And Oliver Wood. Nyah saw Marcus punch Oliver. She hesitated at breaking them up. Of course her better intentions got the better of her. Nyah hurried over and ran between them just as Oliver threw his punch. Marcus tried to stop him. It was too late though. The punch hit Nyah right on her shoulder. Nyah froze. It didn't really hurt. In a impulse Nyah punch Oliver right in the face.
" Oh." Oliver stumbled to the wall.
" Oliver, Oh, I'm sorry."
Oliver was holding his nose, which was bleeding. " It's okay. I didn't mean to hit you."
Marcus anger flared up to a final bursting point. " You firkin' bastard!" Marcus jumped past Nyah and began throwing punch after punch on Oliver.
Nyah heard a door open. She turned around and cautiously looked around the corner. It was Snape. He was coming that way, probably due to the noise. Nyah turned to Marcus and Oliver.
" Stop it Snape's coming this way." She hissed.
Marcus got up and grabbed Nyah's hand, " let's go."
Nyah turned to Oliver who stood up, lip and nose bleeding. " We can't just leave him Marcus. Oliver go to the hospital wing. Hurry before Snape finds you."
" Come on Ny. Let's go." Marcus pulled Nyah down the hall before she had time to argue.
" You laid a pretty good punch on him." Marcus said as they sat down in the empty common room.
" You desperately need anger management."
Marcus grinned, " Fuck that! Wood had it coming!"
Nyah shook her had, " still you did pretty good."
Marcus leaned towards Nyah and kissed her. " Of course I did" He began to kiss her again.
They completely ignored the common room door as it opened. In entered Snape. " Mr. Flint"
Marcus snapped to attention. " Professor."
Snape had a twisted smile on his face." Come with me. Now!"