A/N: I've decided to post random tales of darkness. I plan on writing one shots which may or may not be a continuation to any of my other fics. The only character I won't write a centre piece around is Ron Weasley, so Ron fans kindly excuse me. Yes, you read just fine, I might even write a Dark Ginny at some point. Since these would be dark tales, they're bound to be AU, please don't expect canon compliance, I'll mention it specifically if there's a need for it.

And as one of the popular and talented fanfic writer quotes, "Don't like, Don't read" - by DZ2

Disclaimer: All HP characters belong to Lady JK Rowling, if I write an OC I'll own them but the universe itself belongs to Lady Rowling.

Also, Tales are bound to have strong language, Bloodshed, torture and only implied intimacy (I won't write intimate or love stories). Tread well, you have been warned! :)

Since, each chapter would be a one-shot only, if told otherwise I'll mark them as part 1 or part 2 etc. I won't mark the fic itself as completed.

As always, I'd love to work on a one-shot if you have a good enough idea for me to write.

Let's start with a short fic continuation to the most asked fic. Whispers in the Dark!

And so it begins! Persephone!

Shortly after destroying the locket, the golden trio was on the move again, searching for the supposed last Horcrux. Hermione had been quiet yet oddly content ever since the locket was destroyed. She knew her path and her destination, all she wanted was power and all she needed was opportunity.

Ever since visiting the Lovegoods home, and again barely escaping Death Eaters, Harry had been glued to the wireless, and yeah it made sense when Harry described the Deathly Hallows. He had one of those all along. The invisibility cloak and Dumbledore's wand, was the infamous Elder Wand of fables. If only I could get my hands on those. The revealations were huge, considering the Hallows existed, but I couldn't just agree with Harry. You-Know-Who was top priority now, afterall, I could sieze the power only if someone would abdicate it. Who better to create a power vacuum than the Dark Lord himself. I couldn't hold my smirk which was odd considering the situation we're in right now.

Ron repeatedly told that idiot to stop saying His fucking name, but NO! The Great fucking Harry Potter wasn't afraid of the name. I told them what a jinx means, couldn't just stick to You-Know-Who or even Riddle? No, he had to speak that ugly moniker. Thanks to his idiocy, we have seven wands pointed at us. One of them even looks like a beast. Oh, Greyback, no wonder, the werewolf. What a time for the infamous Potter luck to run out. How, just how does one outrun a werewolf and 6 of his cronies.

"I'm asking you, girlie! Wha's yer name?" called Greyback in his gruffy voice. "P...Penelope Clearwater!" meekly spoke Hermione as she came out of her musings. Apparantly missing the investigation of the other two when she was lost in her own thoughts, she considered disapparating, Ron's usefulness had run it's course, she had already helped both again by literally swelling and temporarily disfiguring Harry's face. Yet she couldn't, she had to see the job through, that is Harry ending Voldemort, and then she could just as easily take over the reigns. If Harry died after the battle, a seemingly mundane death, no one would bat an eye.

"Wha's yer Blood status girlie?" he questioned back and without missing a beat Hermione answered back "Half-blood!"

"Easy enough to check!" said Scabior "Whole lot of you looks like Hogwarts age, aye?"

Ron replied that they left Hogwarts, which was true in a way and thankfully Harry had the wits to answer correctly when they asked about the Slytherin common room.

It's a good thing I used up the Prophet for tending to the bon-fire, it had our photos and we'd have been caught. They bought on to our stories and left us with a warning which was surprising, considering they could have offered us up at the ministry for a reward even if it was to return Harry to his supposed Ministry employee father. Who knew there was a namesake of Harry's evil relatives working at the Ministry. Well, enough of that we just got saved by the skin of our teeth. Dean recognized us but thankfully kept his mouth shut.

Now, if only we could find the remaining Horcruxes...

3 months later...

3 months! and a roller coaster of a ride it was as well, we fought off an encounter with Bellatrix, used her hair to break into gringotts, flew on a dragon, came back to Hogwarts and now finally confronted Snape. All wasn't in vain though, we did get Hufflepuff's cup. The sword went back to wherever it came from, although this was as good a time for it's use as it could be. With the chaos of the war at Hogwarts' gates, I could use that to kill the horcrux, but apparently I'm not Gryffindor enough to be worthy of it. Harry's seemingly busy finding Ravenclaw's diadem. I'm stuck with Ron, though he's been trying to get pretty close these days, he's kept to himself. I hope it stays that way, not sure if I could keep my food down if Ron proposes.

Yet, he was the one with the brilliant plan to get rid of the horcrux. So here we are in Myrtle's bathroom once again after all these years.

"Trust me 'Mione, It's wicked!" said Ron in his typical excited tone as he searched for something on the taps.

"I hope we aren't wasting time, Ronald! It requires a parselmouth, we could ask Harry to open it! I mean why waste time" I tried to guage him, more like egg him on to do it alone, he'd never agree to dissenting Harry but it's so evident sometimes. He spewing some rubbish hisses, although I'm keeping an eye on him. If it does work out and I can learn just to open and close the chamber, it could tie in so easily to my endgame. And behold, the ginger troll actually did it.

"Wow! You did it! Ron, mind repeating it, we need to be sure, if not, we'd be stuck inside." "Sure Mione! Let me repeat! I know you have I.. I.. -" stuttered Ron for the loss of words, I supplied it. "-Eidetic? Yes, Ron, I have near Eidetic memory. And yes, I've almost got it. Just another time, please."

Preening under my compliments, he parroted the parsel command to open, such a buffoon!

We entered the tunnelway passing by the snake skin and the collapsed ceiling, finally getting to another set of vault door to the entrance to the chamber of secrets. "Let me try this time, Ron" "Sure 'Mione"

After a series of hisses, the door finally opened as I hid my smirk. There lying in the end of the pathway near the pool was the magnificent beast that was reduced to a mere carcass. Ron plucked a fang and he stabbed the cup as a black smoky wraith howled and dissolved into nothingness. I felt a pair of hands grab and try to kiss me as I realized what Ron had done, I kicked him in the nuts!

"Thuu... Ronald Weasley, How dare you! How dare you touch me!" I was disgusted with what I'd just seen him to do. How dare he think I'd kiss such a filthy little bastard. I whipped out my wand as he clutched his nuts in agony.

"Painful, isn't it? Well get ready for real pain! CRUCIO!" I put in as much hatred I could. All the built up anger and frustration, poured into the curse, in turn it's darkness just washed over me like adrenaline and nicotine and the most pleasurable of sensations. I liked it, so I fuelled it more, it was draining one yet I loved it. His screams more like music to my ears. I could feel years of being ignored, being the third wheel, and the very first time he insulted me, the troll, the bathroom coming back to me.

"Ah! that's enough I suppose, as much as I liked it, it's pretty draining on my core!" I replied in a slightly breathy voice. "Also, your usefulness has finally run it's course. I'll help Harry defeat the Dark Lord if it helps you any better -" I moved circling him towards the carcass and plucked off another fang,"- and I'll take his place. Yes, Ron, you're having the privilege to witness the rise of the Dark Lady Persephone! Pretty Anti-climatic isn't it?" I picked up his wand and broke it in half as I crouched on his tortured body pinning him to the ground "No last words, Ron? Usually you have so much to say. The cruciatus isn't helping isn't it. Well, let me end your misery! Bye Bye Ron!" With those final words, I raised the Basilisk fang above my head and pounded it down on his chest, puncturing his ribs and heart with Basilisk venom. His eyes widened in fear, face contorted in disgust at my so called Betrayal. What about me? Well, if the cruciatus gave me dark pleasure, Revenge certainly got me high. And the high of holding a life at ransom only to end it mercilessly, that could only be described as orgasmic.

And so begins my reign, the same day Harry ends the Dark Lord's..

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