A/N: For the Monthly Het-tastic Drabble-athlon competition, January 2014.
jaggernaut
25: Late
They didn't know regret, or love. They didn't care for such things; instead, it was the taste of blood which was strongest on their lips, and they were both starving for it.
She was a marked woman; too many once-allies would sell her head to the Aurors if given half a chance, and she, despite her tenacity, could not demolish an entire system of law by herself. He was a carefully watched man: his father gloated more than ever about his victory over the Dark Lord –
As if they could defeat such a man, Barty viciously thought. And that churning hatred for his father erupted when the chance finally came to spill blood –
And Bellitrax was likewise a rabid animal ready to rip the Longbottoms into shreds.