"Pansy is young but she clearly understands her duty as a worker for the Dark Lord." Pansys mother said fondly to Mrs. Goyle.
At the time, Pansy was four. She was smooshing ants, telling them "Die mudblood, die!" in her highpitched voice. She did not really understand her job at the time, but she understood mudbloods were bad. They were like ants, and just bred and bred and bred. Dirty creatures, who would kill and mutilate their own children. Then tell everyone how they did it.
Pansy knew this because of two things. She had heard her parents talking about dirty mudbloods all her life. One day, she came apon a muggle newspaper. She knew it was muggle, because the pictures didn't move.
*
There was a little girls face on the front. The little girls name was Natalie. Parts of Natalie had been found in the river. It appeared her neighbor had cut her into pieces, and dropped them into the river.
Pansy was horrified. The girl was only two years older than her!
It was then that Pansy began to understand why her parents hated mudbloods. And she began to hate them all, eventually even the children.
Pansy kept the picture of the smiling little girl under her pillow for three years. Whenever her hatred of mudbloods started to wane, she would look at that picture.
By the time she was seven, she had lost the picture, and forgotten about Natalie.
But she still hated mudbloods.
*
In school she still hated them.
Especially that showoff mudblood Granger. How DARE she get a better score than Draco. Nasty little piece of filth.
But in her third year she met a sweet boy her age.
He was sweet and cute (although not as cute as Draco, in her opinion).
She could even overlook his being a hufflepuff.
One day he showed her a picture of an adorable little six year old she thought she had seen before. But it was a muggle picture.
He was a mudblood.
They never talked after that, except when she taunted him for being a mudblood or making a mistake.
One day she found the picture stuck under a table. The name on the back said 'Nataly age six'.
*
When it came time to do her job though, she couldn't. She had to kill a little muggle girl. She was to torture the child to prove her loyalty.
Pansy had a baby brother. When he was scared he would twist his hand and chew on his pinky. It was an odd habit. The little girl was doing the same.
She had to kill her, the child that she was sure she knew from somewhere. The one who looked like her baby brother.
But she couldn't do it. If she did, she was almost as bad as those evil muggles.
At that thought, she grabbed the girls hand and apparated to a field outside muggle London.
*
Natali was sniffling back tears, but she didn't cry. She was six years old and scared. Pansy was sobbing. She was sixteen and lost as anything.
Natali waited for a moment, then tapped her on the shoulder.
"Ms, we gotta go. I wanna see my mummy and daddy." She told her, trusting that Pansy would save her.
Pansy straightened up and picked up the girl. Walking silently, she headed towards the wall that let you into Diagon alley.
As she carried the girl through, she worried for a moment the girl wouldn't be able to handle it, but she seemed to have fallen asleep. Pansy went into the inn and reserved a room. She also asked Tom if she could borrow an owl.
At the time, Pansy was sixteen. She was saving a muggles life. She had realized she probably would never understand her duty to the dark lord. Because muggles and mudbloods were just people, like her.
*
Three hours later, Dumbledore got an interesting letter from Pansy Parkinson telling him she was a deatheater. That she was currently residing in The Leaky Caldron. That she needed to talk.
And oh, by the way, she had a muggle child with her.
At the time, Pansy was four. She was smooshing ants, telling them "Die mudblood, die!" in her highpitched voice. She did not really understand her job at the time, but she understood mudbloods were bad. They were like ants, and just bred and bred and bred. Dirty creatures, who would kill and mutilate their own children. Then tell everyone how they did it.
Pansy knew this because of two things. She had heard her parents talking about dirty mudbloods all her life. One day, she came apon a muggle newspaper. She knew it was muggle, because the pictures didn't move.
*
There was a little girls face on the front. The little girls name was Natalie. Parts of Natalie had been found in the river. It appeared her neighbor had cut her into pieces, and dropped them into the river.
Pansy was horrified. The girl was only two years older than her!
It was then that Pansy began to understand why her parents hated mudbloods. And she began to hate them all, eventually even the children.
Pansy kept the picture of the smiling little girl under her pillow for three years. Whenever her hatred of mudbloods started to wane, she would look at that picture.
By the time she was seven, she had lost the picture, and forgotten about Natalie.
But she still hated mudbloods.
*
In school she still hated them.
Especially that showoff mudblood Granger. How DARE she get a better score than Draco. Nasty little piece of filth.
But in her third year she met a sweet boy her age.
He was sweet and cute (although not as cute as Draco, in her opinion).
She could even overlook his being a hufflepuff.
One day he showed her a picture of an adorable little six year old she thought she had seen before. But it was a muggle picture.
He was a mudblood.
They never talked after that, except when she taunted him for being a mudblood or making a mistake.
One day she found the picture stuck under a table. The name on the back said 'Nataly age six'.
*
When it came time to do her job though, she couldn't. She had to kill a little muggle girl. She was to torture the child to prove her loyalty.
Pansy had a baby brother. When he was scared he would twist his hand and chew on his pinky. It was an odd habit. The little girl was doing the same.
She had to kill her, the child that she was sure she knew from somewhere. The one who looked like her baby brother.
But she couldn't do it. If she did, she was almost as bad as those evil muggles.
At that thought, she grabbed the girls hand and apparated to a field outside muggle London.
*
Natali was sniffling back tears, but she didn't cry. She was six years old and scared. Pansy was sobbing. She was sixteen and lost as anything.
Natali waited for a moment, then tapped her on the shoulder.
"Ms, we gotta go. I wanna see my mummy and daddy." She told her, trusting that Pansy would save her.
Pansy straightened up and picked up the girl. Walking silently, she headed towards the wall that let you into Diagon alley.
As she carried the girl through, she worried for a moment the girl wouldn't be able to handle it, but she seemed to have fallen asleep. Pansy went into the inn and reserved a room. She also asked Tom if she could borrow an owl.
At the time, Pansy was sixteen. She was saving a muggles life. She had realized she probably would never understand her duty to the dark lord. Because muggles and mudbloods were just people, like her.
*
Three hours later, Dumbledore got an interesting letter from Pansy Parkinson telling him she was a deatheater. That she was currently residing in The Leaky Caldron. That she needed to talk.
And oh, by the way, she had a muggle child with her.
