Chapter 7
Stu collapsed into a heap on the floor, clutching the body of his lover, Paige.
Harry and Ron were neither moving nor making any sound, they were petrified, angry, and sad, beyond sadness. They had just seen one of their best friends killed, murdered. Their eyes were transfixed to the motionless body lying just a few feet away.
The hurting Caz and Jacqui were feeling was worse than before, they knew they would never see either two of the dead figures again. They were destroyed by the scene before them and the terror of what had just happened. But they were both thinking the same thing, that's what will happen to me.
"Get him away" Voldemort ordered to the remaining figure
The hooded figure immediately ran up to Stu and yanked him off the ground. Stu dropped the lifeless body of Paige. And was led to stand with Harry and Ron his head bowed.
Stu couldn't breath. He couldn't live. Not without Paige. She did love him. But he could never have her. Never. Only if he died. Then he could join her. He wanted to die. He just couldn't believe it. Hatred swelled inside of him as he looked up at the figure that had done this, to her, the girl he loved.
Voldemort walked over to Paige's lifeless body and bent next to it.
"Don't touch her" Said Stu, he didn't want anyone to touch her; she was his, not anyone else's.
"Shut up, you forget, I'm the one in charge, I do what I want" He said and knelt next to Paige's body.
He put his finger into her slit throat and a few droplets of blood oozed onto his finger. He licked it off and some of her blood dripped down the side of his mouth, making him appear almost vampire like.
"Her blood tastes sweet" He said before licking it off.
Stu was shaking with hatred and pain from his broken heart. His heart yearned out for her. And yet his temperature boiled as he saw this monster drinking her blood, a look of pure satisfaction on its face.
Voldemort bent down and picked up Paige's dead body, her head hanging over the edge of his arm.
He carried her away from everyone else and laid her gently on the floor. He laid her hands on top of her stomach, her red dress flowing down over her lifeless legs and body and then planted of crispy kiss onto her cheek and whispering "Rest well, my sweetheart".
He then straightened and walked over to Stu, picking the knife from the ground as he went. Stu shuddered as he looked into the slit like eyes of his lover's murderer.
Voldemort took the knife and placed it straight through Stu's heart as he slumped into the hooded figures arms, motionless, as blood dripped onto the figures robes.
Harry, Ron, Jacqui and Caz were petrified. That creature, Voldemort, had killed two of their closest friends without a care in the world. He didn't seem bothered in the slightest. But they were all shaken up and weak, they did care, they cared deeply.
Voldemort didn't pick up Stu, he picked up one of his arms and dragged him across the stone-littered floor. Grazes etching the sides of his face.
Harry looked away as he saw his friend dragged passed him; it was horrible, more than horrible it was terrible.
Stu was put next to Paige, their lifeless bodies mirroring each other.
"How can you kill people like that?" Said Harry
Voldemort said nothing so Harry continued
"They were my friends, my friends! Why couldn't you just kill me? You're evil... EVIL" He screamed struggling, and trying to get away from his holder.
"I'm not finished yet" he said simply and he turned to Caz.
She whimpered and he smiled at her, not like the warm ones Ron always gave her, an empty one, and evil one.
"Are you scared?" He said to her
She never said anything, she was scared. She cried and cried as she realised he was to kill her next. She loved Ron, she didn't want to leave him, or Jacqui, or Harry. Life flashed before her eyes, and he simply smiled. She couldn't see Ron, she wanted to say sorry, she did love him, and she knew deep down he must love her too.
He cut the rope keeping her in the air and she fell into his arms.
She tried to struggle, she tried to get away. But it was no use, she was too weak. Tears flooded her eyes as she lay in his arms.
Voldemort carried her gracefully and laid her gently onto the floor, grinning evilly at her.
She squirmed and wriggled trying to get out of his grasp but he caught her wrists and pinned them deeply into the floor.
He leaned over her and planted kisses onto her neck and slowly up to her lips. She tried to pull away, squirming, cowering, whimpering, she was helpless.
Ron was watching from a few feet back, he wanted to stop this he really did, but pictures of her and Draco flooded his mind, blocking out what he desired most. He stood there; face expressionless yet his eyes seemed to fill with pain, watching his girlfriend being kissed by the hideous murderer.
Voldemort reached out a hand while kissing her, and grabbed the knife lying on the hard floor next to him.
As he bought the knife into the ray of Caz's vision her eyes widened in fear. This was it the end, she was going to die, she would be killed, she was going to die, she knew it.
He put the knife onto her lower thigh and gently bought it up to the top most part, cutting her dress as he went, and grazing her leg slightly so a trickle of blood oozed to the floor. One hand still on the knife he lifted the other to her cheek gently stroking it while she winced and cowered. Then he slowly bought his hand down her body and started to gently peel off her black dress.
She was scared, terrified. She just wanted to die, and get it over with, she didn't want to suffer. His evil face over her, yet she couldn't see it, she could just see Ron, his face when he had found her with Malfoy, his shock, his hurting. She wished she could say sorry, she wished she could turn back time, she wished she still had Paige, she wished this pain would stop.
Ron was watching down on his helpless girlfriend. The angel within him screaming to help her, rescue her, save her. Stop her aching, her pain. But the devil was stopping him, the pictures flooding back into his head again, she deserved this. It was pain, such as he had suffered. She deserved what she got he thought. But as he looked into her face, her petrified face, he felt his devil leaving, he loved her, somewhere in the back of his heart a nagging was for her, a wanting.
Voldemort ripped away her dress to reveal her soft white pants and bra, she screamed, she cowered, she whimpered, she struggled, but it was no use he was too strong too big. She felt his touch; it sent shivers down her spine, but not good ones bad ones.
And as Ron watched he realised she didn't deserve this. He loved her, he wanted to be her hero, he wanted to rescue her, save her. He had to stop Voldemort and his torturing.
Catching his holder by surprise Ron struggled out of his grasp and, to his helpless girlfriend, running to her, his arms out stretched.
Caz saw him coming over Voldemorts hunched back.
"Ron… Ron... You came for me…. Ron… I love you" She said weakly
Before Voldemort had a chance to react Ron advanced on him, punching him, kicking him, he felt muggle duelling was best here. But Voldemort was much stronger than Ron and keeping him away from him he picked up the knife and stabbed him, deep, hard into his stomach.
Caz saw in slow motion as her boyfriends eyes extended with horror and as he fell grasping his middle, with a bang, to the floor.
He managed to lift his head to face her.
"I love you" He whispered, she could see the effort it took him to say these 3 powerful words. And then his head collapsed onto the floor in an echoing crack. He was dead, Ron, her boyfriend was dead.
Ron's limp body lay just a few feet from hers; she could see the side off his head, a few of his ginger strands falling slightly to the side. She loved him so much, so much; her heart had been made and broken in less than a minute. She had, had a few seconds of happiness as he said the words that meant so much to her, and it was all snatched from her instantly. She was hurting beyond any other type of pain she had felt before, both physically and mentally. The boy she new so, loved so much, was dead and she was heartbroken.
She was so deep into her dwelling that she didn't see Voldemort approach her yet again, with the knife that had just killed her boyfriend. It was dripping with his scarlet blood and it pattered onto the floor as Voldemort walked closer to her.
He sat down on the floor next to her and rested his chest on top of her; she shuddered as his breath touched her skin. She could see the knife in his other hand, it was so close to her, he started to raise it, and then planting a kiss on her lips and moving back, he dropped the knife.
It hit her directly in the centre of her stomach. Pain swallowed her up, and she knew she was going to die. Ron flashed up in her mind; I love him, that was the last thing she thought.
A/N - Kind of sad, i know, i hoep you liked it! The next chapter has even more action so please read ahead! Also please please please please REVIEW, it mean so much to me!
