Note: This is a stream of consciousness taken from the mind of a psychotic woman with severe PTSD. Therefore, before reading you should note that a) The grammar isn't exactly standard, and b) The content is disturbing. It's hardly a graphic bloodbath, but it's sure as hell not kiddie literature. So no outraged comments on either of those points, okay?
Disclaimer: Everyone you recognize was originally created by J.K. Rowling.
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yes I should have known when he came to us shaking skittering sniveling as he always did (and O how sweet to see him like that proud gryffindor not so proud anymore as he sold his once friends to our Lord) yes but I should have known that it would turn out as it did the Mark flaring so bright bright bright with pain and then gone in the instant of the creation of a lightning bolt scar
and perhaps I could not have known about fourteen years gone all my beauty gone with each second spent hating the walls walls walls and bars O yes the bars set in stone cold iron bars that burned cold with each touch and the dementors stealing my youth my beauty yes fourteen years but not my mind never my mind only stronger with each second spent hating and refusing to dream of a time when I did not need to hate
and I can remember it now remember without the cold stone iron pressing in and the eyes O yes I remember those eyes staring as I was sent away to fourteen years with screams and denial still ringing in my ears O how they screamed those foolish aurors and their brat but not enough to bring back our Lord no not with eyes laying bare two minds cracking open and what a symphony we made with their screams and the brat crying and laughter torn from my throat to join in our chorus
but remember the eyes in the mirror bright as they never were before they were lit by darkness O he showed me branded me yes but set me free to hold a pulse in my hand and snuff it out powerful then yes powerful enough to break whoever dared to get in my way and I showed them O yes I showed them all showed the professors the ministry who locked away all the rich bright darkness pounding through my veins like a drug and I laughed with the bright eyes in the mirror and laughed O I laughed
but I was young then younger than I thought despite being old enough to snap a mind as easily as I broke bone when I made my first kill not an easy Avada Kedavra no not with my blood on fire with the music of his screams and I shattered him shattered all of him legs arms and finally his eyes his mind splintering through the cracks of screaming blue eyes and the sweet music of burning nerves and broken bone
young then but not too young to have known as potter's pet rat came to us and spewed his secret their secret a magical oath yes but not so magical it could not be broken by a coward and perhaps that's why I didn't know couldn't know O he was terrified too terrified to lie and he didn't lie and perhaps that's why I didn't know about fourteen years gone my beauty gone and our Lord gone and everything gone my fool of husband broken by their iron and memories and walls my family name falling through a veil with a blood traitor my sister married to a mudblood my other sister still untarnished by fourteen years but our Lord is back now risen to begin a new chorus of breaking limbs and breaking minds even if I could not have known about fourteen years dead and gone