A/N: This fic is in response to a challenge posted by Jennifer. The conditions are that there has to be a beautiful and psycho new girl, Harry has to love her, she has to kill someone, and she has to hate 'Mione.
I have not forgotten about "Love and Darkness." I am thinking about a sequel to "Swan." I am considering the possiblity of a sequel to "Thoughts While Wandering."
Yeah, I know I should have sent this to my betas, but I didn't! Send me some feedback and let me know if I should continue, dears.
Warning: For fans of my other works, this story is NOT slash. So consider yourselves warned. Hehe!
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She sat in the middle of a room full of stern witches and wizards. At first their faces were like stone, but when they saw her distress, their eyes softened. Elizabeth Malfoy's famous composure was gone. Her dignified elegance was quite removed leaving in its place a desperate, tender beauty. Ironic, that was. Her auburn hair had come loose of its elegant knot and tumbled past her shoulders. Her normally manicured nails were bitten to the quick. Tears streaked her face. Tears of anger and hate, which were mistaken for tears of regret by her audience.
Cornelius Fudge spoke. "Elizabeth Malfoy, you are charged with two uses of an Unforgiveable Curse, one resulting in the death of Ronald Weasley, the other resulting in the madness of Hermione Granger. How do you plead?"
"I don't remember," she sobbed.
"What do you mean you don't remember?" Fudge asked. She raised her head.
"I don't. It's all so unclear, like a dream."
"It was no dream, Mrs. Malfoy." She buried her face in her hands.
She now had a complete picture of her jury. She saw several faces she recognised, including Harry Potter. What was he doing here? She had broken his heart long ago, shattering it like glass and grinding the shards to dust beneath her heel. She could feel his eyes on her. *Old habits die hard,* she thought. She managed to look very timid as she raised her head one more time. Her eyes caught his. She almost laughed. She read in his eyes sympathy, misery, and love. She smiled imperceptibly, behind her hands. Surely he couldn't be foolish enough to love her still?
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^_^ Comments? GO or NO? I know this is short, but I want to know if people are interested before I continue. I'll be waiting...
Luv ya!
J. Silver
I have not forgotten about "Love and Darkness." I am thinking about a sequel to "Swan." I am considering the possiblity of a sequel to "Thoughts While Wandering."
Yeah, I know I should have sent this to my betas, but I didn't! Send me some feedback and let me know if I should continue, dears.
Warning: For fans of my other works, this story is NOT slash. So consider yourselves warned. Hehe!
***
She sat in the middle of a room full of stern witches and wizards. At first their faces were like stone, but when they saw her distress, their eyes softened. Elizabeth Malfoy's famous composure was gone. Her dignified elegance was quite removed leaving in its place a desperate, tender beauty. Ironic, that was. Her auburn hair had come loose of its elegant knot and tumbled past her shoulders. Her normally manicured nails were bitten to the quick. Tears streaked her face. Tears of anger and hate, which were mistaken for tears of regret by her audience.
Cornelius Fudge spoke. "Elizabeth Malfoy, you are charged with two uses of an Unforgiveable Curse, one resulting in the death of Ronald Weasley, the other resulting in the madness of Hermione Granger. How do you plead?"
"I don't remember," she sobbed.
"What do you mean you don't remember?" Fudge asked. She raised her head.
"I don't. It's all so unclear, like a dream."
"It was no dream, Mrs. Malfoy." She buried her face in her hands.
She now had a complete picture of her jury. She saw several faces she recognised, including Harry Potter. What was he doing here? She had broken his heart long ago, shattering it like glass and grinding the shards to dust beneath her heel. She could feel his eyes on her. *Old habits die hard,* she thought. She managed to look very timid as she raised her head one more time. Her eyes caught his. She almost laughed. She read in his eyes sympathy, misery, and love. She smiled imperceptibly, behind her hands. Surely he couldn't be foolish enough to love her still?
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^_^ Comments? GO or NO? I know this is short, but I want to know if people are interested before I continue. I'll be waiting...
Luv ya!
J. Silver