disclaimer: all belongs to the wonderful woman J.K. Rowling.
This story contains
!!!!!!!**SPOILERS FOR HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHEONIX**!!!!!!!
do not read if you haven't finished the book.
BITTER TWISTS OF EXISTENCE
Summer vacation. What a hollow prospect. Mother is downstairs raving at her newest target, the houselves. A loud resounding bang! disturbes mothers screaming. Life is utter hell. With him gone it is like the house is slowly falling to pieces, dying right under our fingers; we know that we are incable of doing anything. Luxury, peace and quiet have been riped from us in a matter of mere days. Potter. The name makes my heart contract with the deepest hate I have ever felt for anyone. He made me feel worthless the first time we ever met. He continued his blalantly idiotic way of handling things and rejected my hand stretched out to him in friendship. From that day on I hated him with a passion. Everytime I saw him and his stupid minions I felt an ice-cold hand reach for my heart and sqeeze. Slowly, over the next four years I learned what it meant to hate. And now? Now I want to go and rip his limbs from his oh-so-perfect body, want him to scream in agony, want him to wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares that are worse than those Voldemort sends him. I want him to suffer. To wipe that self-loving look off his face. I hate him. He took away my freedom and that of my whole family. He sent my father to Azkaban.
Another crash and the loud screaching of one the houseelves. Then quiet. Death suddenly seems touchable. Burrying my head in my shoulders I wish once more that Lucius were here.
Several hours and a nightmare later I find myself wandering down into the Entrance Hall. As I pass the open door to Lucius' study I have the fleeting image of something red seeping into the carpet. Not bothering I trudge towards the living room, looking for mother. There is no one there. Shrugging, I try to remember if there was anything she had planned for the afternoon. Suddenly a high-pitched scream tears through the mansion. The absolut horror in the voice kicks me into action and I sprint into the hallway. There, in the door to Lucius' study, stands our only human servant. Her hands raised to cover her face, violent sobbs escaping her. I walk up to her and move past.
Blood. Everything is red. I don't remember myself screaming when I saw her body on the floor. The red liquid that escaped her wrists, staining her white sleeves and the green carpet. Her beautiful long hair is spread across the floor like a halo, tinted with red. Without realising I have dropped to the floor next to her, clutching her to me, her blood mingling with my tears. My screams seem to have ripped our maid out of her horrified trance. She runs towards the fireplace and makes an urgent call to St. Mungos. Several minutes later His study is flooded with mediwizards and healers. They pulled me away from my mother and placed me onto the couch. A blond witch came over to me and handed me a potion. I refused and simply watched mothers dead body being lifted onto a stretcher and taken out through the fireplace. Several healers were trying to talk to me but I ignored them. I wiped my hands over my face creating long red smears of my mothers precious blood on my pale features. Not listening to anyone I wandered up the stairs and locked myself into my room. Hours later the door was opened by Snape. My godfather gathered me into his arms and left Malfoy Manor. He brought me to the Snape Mansion where I now will reside for the remainder of the holidays. Then I return to Hogwarts.
I found a piece of parchment with her farewell notice. It said something about Lucius being in Azkaban, how she could not cope, that she loved me, that she knew that I knew what I had to do.
I got the Mark last week. I hope I will make her proud.
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read and review. merci. should i continue, or leave it at this?
This story contains
!!!!!!!**SPOILERS FOR HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHEONIX**!!!!!!!
do not read if you haven't finished the book.
BITTER TWISTS OF EXISTENCE
Summer vacation. What a hollow prospect. Mother is downstairs raving at her newest target, the houselves. A loud resounding bang! disturbes mothers screaming. Life is utter hell. With him gone it is like the house is slowly falling to pieces, dying right under our fingers; we know that we are incable of doing anything. Luxury, peace and quiet have been riped from us in a matter of mere days. Potter. The name makes my heart contract with the deepest hate I have ever felt for anyone. He made me feel worthless the first time we ever met. He continued his blalantly idiotic way of handling things and rejected my hand stretched out to him in friendship. From that day on I hated him with a passion. Everytime I saw him and his stupid minions I felt an ice-cold hand reach for my heart and sqeeze. Slowly, over the next four years I learned what it meant to hate. And now? Now I want to go and rip his limbs from his oh-so-perfect body, want him to scream in agony, want him to wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares that are worse than those Voldemort sends him. I want him to suffer. To wipe that self-loving look off his face. I hate him. He took away my freedom and that of my whole family. He sent my father to Azkaban.
Another crash and the loud screaching of one the houseelves. Then quiet. Death suddenly seems touchable. Burrying my head in my shoulders I wish once more that Lucius were here.
Several hours and a nightmare later I find myself wandering down into the Entrance Hall. As I pass the open door to Lucius' study I have the fleeting image of something red seeping into the carpet. Not bothering I trudge towards the living room, looking for mother. There is no one there. Shrugging, I try to remember if there was anything she had planned for the afternoon. Suddenly a high-pitched scream tears through the mansion. The absolut horror in the voice kicks me into action and I sprint into the hallway. There, in the door to Lucius' study, stands our only human servant. Her hands raised to cover her face, violent sobbs escaping her. I walk up to her and move past.
Blood. Everything is red. I don't remember myself screaming when I saw her body on the floor. The red liquid that escaped her wrists, staining her white sleeves and the green carpet. Her beautiful long hair is spread across the floor like a halo, tinted with red. Without realising I have dropped to the floor next to her, clutching her to me, her blood mingling with my tears. My screams seem to have ripped our maid out of her horrified trance. She runs towards the fireplace and makes an urgent call to St. Mungos. Several minutes later His study is flooded with mediwizards and healers. They pulled me away from my mother and placed me onto the couch. A blond witch came over to me and handed me a potion. I refused and simply watched mothers dead body being lifted onto a stretcher and taken out through the fireplace. Several healers were trying to talk to me but I ignored them. I wiped my hands over my face creating long red smears of my mothers precious blood on my pale features. Not listening to anyone I wandered up the stairs and locked myself into my room. Hours later the door was opened by Snape. My godfather gathered me into his arms and left Malfoy Manor. He brought me to the Snape Mansion where I now will reside for the remainder of the holidays. Then I return to Hogwarts.
I found a piece of parchment with her farewell notice. It said something about Lucius being in Azkaban, how she could not cope, that she loved me, that she knew that I knew what I had to do.
I got the Mark last week. I hope I will make her proud.
*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*
read and review. merci. should i continue, or leave it at this?