For Camp Potter (Paintball - the Final Battle through the eyes of anyone but the Trio); the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition (Puddlemere United, Seeker - write about enemies); the Colors Competition (Gold negative); the Legendary Gods and Goddesses Competition (Kebechet); the HP Potions Competition (Hate Potion) and the If You Dare Challenge (286. Nasty Little Blighter)
Pansy Parkinson was a pureblood lady. Not many people truly understood what that meant, but she did.
Her mother had hammered the lessons into her from childhood. A pureblood lady never gets her hands dirty; she lets others do her work for her. She knows how to manipulate people to get what she wants. She will never, ever associate with Mudbloods. She will never be in the centre of any war that the idiotic men might cause – let the men fight and think they're charge, pureblood women knew better.
But more than anything else, a pureblood woman will always give her loyalty only to herself. The only exceptions to that rule were her children or parents, nothing else.
Pansy was exactly who she was expected to be for sixteen years of her life – cool, composed, and always the person who actually controlled Slytherin, no matter what everyone else thought.
And the Dark Lord took over Hogwarts.
She was thrilled about it, of course she was. No matter how much she was supposed to stay above the war, there was no chance that she would ever back a fool like Dumbledore and his followers. But the Dark Lord's capture of the school made her face a difficult dilemma, one she would rather not have grappled with if given the choice – either she put herself in the middle of the war, something that she had been expressly forbidden to do, and gain the power she always wanted, or stay out of it like she was taught and potentially fade into the background of unknown morons.
No matter how difficult the decision was, at the end there was only one obvious choice. Pansy Parkinson was not meant to be lost in a sea of faces, and no matter what her mother felt, she would take part in this war.
The Gryffindors were back. Without them and their pollution, the year had been the most peaceful yet, and just the thought of their return caused Pansy's insides to burn with hatred. How dare they think of trying to stand against the Dark Lord? Blood traitor, mongrel and Mudblood – they stood for everything that was wrong with their world, and now they dared to show their faces here and try to cause trouble just when the world was finally being set right.
They should have died on the run, she thought viciously. No good Pureblood should have to deal with the sight of them.
Pansy tried, of course she did. She tried her best to make sure that the Dark Lord's wrath wasn't brought down upon Hogwarts, that the true Purebloods survived the war. But when she tried handing over that mongrel to the Dark Lord like he should have been years ago, everyone who wasn't a Slytherin turned on her. Even the teachers looked at her with disdain and disgust! The teachers, who had to have known that she was the one in the right!
That was when she belatedly remembered her mother's lesson – never give anyone but yourself your loyalty. She had given the students of Hogwarts her loyalty, and they had betrayed her. Pansy had thought she knew more than her mother, but it was only now that she could see the wisdom of her advice.
As Pansy was escorted away from the Great Hall, she caught sight of that stupid little Mudblood, grinning victoriously at her. Looking at her, her vision went red, hatred blurring her eyesight. She thought she had won thought that she could make fun of Pansy, but she knew nothing at all. There was still a battle to be fought, and unlike that worthless cretin, she had the might of the Dark Lord on her side. To think that a worthless, ugly Mudblood like her dared to think that she was better than a Parkinson, dared to sneer at Pansy – Pansy would watch the Gryffindor fall and laugh over her bloodied corpse.
Wand in hand, Pansy stalked the halls of Hogwarts.
All around her there were flashes of spells as the biggest battle in the war against the polluters of their world took place. She could see them fall at the hands of the righteous warriors of their Lord – that werewolf teacher, one of those moronic blood-traitor redheaded twins – slowly but surely, all of them would die like those two.
But that wasn't her immediate worry. The Death Eaters would take care of Dumbledore's sympathisers and the Dark Lord would kill that pathetic mongrel, but Pansy had another prey in mind.
If that foolish blood traitor and that Mudblood weren't killed alongside the mongrel, they would undoubtedly escape and try to stir up a rebellion. And seeing how weak every non-Slytherin in this school was, Pansy had no doubt that they would succeed in causing trouble for her Lord.
The blood traitor presented no difficulty – he was too much of an idiot to be a real problem, there was no way he would be able to lead well enough to be an actual danger to the Dark Lord. But the Mudblood was different. The Mublood had somehow been granted some modicum of intelligence, which was always a bad thing. The Mudblood – oh, the Mudblood had the potential to be real trouble.
And Pansy would do anything to stop that trouble from ever erupting. She was a Slytherin, devoted to the Dark Lord, and neither did Slytherins nor the Dark Lord's followers have a reputation for leaving their enemies alive.
Pansy Parkinson may not have been able to follow through on all of her mother's teachings, but this was one time she wouldn't fail her. She was not about to stand around and tolerate Mudbloods.
Today, as the Dark Lord destroyed the polluted wizarding world and brought forth a purified one, Pansy Parkinson would show the little Gryffindor Mudblood why a pureblood woman was always better than something like her, from so obviously inferior blood. Today, she would show the little Mudblood what a pureblood woman was truly capable of.
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