Title: Seven Pieces of a Whole
Author: Meissa6
Summary: She was broken. He was determined to fix her, consequences be damned.
Disclaimer: I do not, nor will ever, own the Harry Potter series, or any of its characters and plots.
Rose
There was nothing left.
She stared at the Veil, waiting… hoping that the fabric would shimmer, and he would appear again.
Remus' arms were tight around her, his breath warm against the back of her neck. All around them, Death Eater and Order member alike were silent.
Then, Bellatrix began to laugh.
Rose turned, her eyes meeting those of her Godfather's murderer. A manic grin formed on Bellatrix's face, and she turned, fleeing through the doors she'd snuck through only moments before.
There was no real decision to follow her.
One moment, Rose was held against her former teacher, and the next, she was chasing the madwoman. Bellatrix cackled as she followed her directly into her trap.
"I killed Sirius Black!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.
With every step, Rose felt her anger grow until it was impossible to hold back.
"CRUCIO!" She shouted, the word slipping out before she could really stop it.
Bellatrix crumpled in the middle of the atrium, but it was obvious once Rose approached her, that she was more amused than hurt.
She flipped over on her back, grinning despite the wand Rose was pointing in her face. From the back of her mind, Rose began to hear the familiar whispering that had haunted her all year.
You have to mean it. The voice coached. She deserves it. She killed him.
She tightened her hand around her wand, glaring into Bellatrix's eyes.
The smile that was fading from Bellatrix's face returned as Rose felt a prominent force behind herself. Terrified, she spun around, only to be disarmed a moment later by a disappointed Voldemort.
Her eyes tracked her wand as it bounced off the side wall, rolling to a stop a few meters from the statue in the middle. She flinched when Bellatrix giggled, backing away quickly when Voldemort moved towards her.
His eyes shone with his amusement, and she hated how easily he was playing with her.
Summon your wand. The whispering returned, and Voldemort paused, as if he'd heard it as well.
"I-I can't." Rose admitted, uncaring how insane she looked.
She was moments from death – who really cared if she responded to a voice?
Use 'accio'. The voice said.
"I can't do wandless magic!" She blurted out, her face burning as Voldemort continued to stare at her, unmoving.
Oh, for Merlin's sake! The voice snapped, and suddenly, her wand was soaring across the room, directly into her hand.
She blinked, looking down at her wand.
"My Lord?" Bellatrix asked, looking at her like she'd just grown a second head.
Unbeknownst to Rose, her eyes had flashed a very vibrant red a moment before her wand had touched her hand.
I've revealed myself. We need to go. The voice murmured, sounding like it was trying to whisper as quietly as possible.
Just then, the furthest fireplace rumbled to life, and Rose felt her stomach drop… until Dumbledore stepped out, his wand held at a ready.
Then, all she felt was anger before there was nothing left.
Triste
Despite the fact that she'd never met any of the three people she opened her eyes to, Triste somehow knew each of their names, and exactly why she felt a burning hatred when looking at them.
"Step away from the girl, Tom." Dumbledore said, his tone patient despite the intensity in his eyes.
Triste decided she hated him the most at the moment.
"Oh," She began, a mocking tone in her voice that caused him to look at her in surprise. "So, now, you care, after Sirius is already dead!"
She couldn't remember exactly what Sirius looked like, nor how he died, only that he was more kind to her than anyone else had ever been.
"You've got some kind of nerve, Headmaster, showing up here! What, afraid that I'll defect to someone who at least is honest about their attempts to destroy me!"
Her voice was raising in volume, her eyes narrowing dangerously on the man that was supposed to protect her. There was nothing she hated more than incompetency.
"Rose, my girl-."
"NO!" She shrieked, and a few green sparks flew off the end of her wand… which she'd just realized she was holding.
On cue, she pointed it at him, her knuckles white with how tight she was clenching her fist.
"Everyone I've ever cared about is fucking dead!" She screamed the last part, her vision blurring with tears.
She felt a gust of wind against her skin that swept through the room, shattering the glass windows on her right.
"I have nothing left!"
Voldemort waved his wand, creating a bubble that shielded the three of them from the tornado of glass and rubble that spiraled through the room.
Triste heard faint laughter as Dumbledore was forced to apparate away.
"I'll destroy it all." She whispered, a strange sort of cloudiness overcoming her thoughts.
Madness, she believed it was, but she didn't care. Her sorrow fueled the vortex, which only led to more and more destruction before Voldemort turned on her, a glint in his red eyes.
"You are going to be useful." He said, his thin lips curling into a smug smirk before the darkness lingering at the edges of her vision overcame her.
A/N: This story was written shortly after the D.I.D. craze that hit the internet in 2020. I will be playing into several stereotypes throughout this story revolving around the mental disorder, so if that bothers you, I recommend not continuing. Otherwise, see you next chapter!