Author: Marissa (lonelyheartsxxc0llide)
Rating: PG13 – subject to change in the future.
Setting: summer after fifth year.
Spoilers: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately =( except for the concept and Victoria, but that's not enough for me! ONE DAY I SHALL OWN IT ALL…mwahaha. Kidding.
Summary: I'll always love you, the way a father should love his daughter…
…he had sworn to protect her. He loved her and that was what mattered. However, he had not expected to be protecting her from herself…
[ bleed the stars. ]
[ prologue; contemptuous. ]
she's been made to lie.
Blood pooling, swirling gently in the palm of a closed fist. Fury ripping through her veins like wildfire, and then freezing over with despair. She had never been one to take the insults or the mockery. Harmless satire, they said. Harmless? Nothing's harmless when it's meant to be hurtful. Indignantly, the damage done, her heart broke against her ribcage. What was it, what was it that she was supposed to remember at times like this? Something her father had told her once…to fight, you must fight back. If someone hits you, you hit back…is that what he had meant?
Now, she had yet to be touched physically, but she had been impaired on the inside of her body. Her head raged and screamed and she finally flew forward, a fist reconnecting with the world. Her world.
"Victoria!"
The calling of her name did not shatter the moment for anything; her fists rampaged as her mind wandered. No consequences, just blind frustration. Blind anger. She could feel the change in her body, in her mind, in her heart. It was hatred, and it was bred, and it would continue to breed. She couldn't even feel his hands scrabbling in a desperate attempt to push her away.
"Victoria, stop!"
Someone was pulling her back; her eyes were dark and fire burned there. It was as if a hand was being held over her face, reassuring that her target would cease to move and all she would have to do was let punches fly.
And just as the hand began to close more tightly, it was abruptly removed and she could view the scene unfurling in front of her. The boy, collapsed on the floor, on the edge of consciousness. Covered in blood, hers and his. She had forgotten about the cuts, deeply indented into her palm, which were now spilling more freely than before.
She could hear the sirens piercing the air of the quiet neighborhood but she felt nothing. No remorse, nor regret, nor anger, nor hatred. She felt blank.
Somehow, though, the entire hallway of the school had been torn away; as if a bulldozer had smashed into it while the hand was encasing her eyes.
Students that surrounded her simply stared; not at the missing hall, but at her.
A dry whisper escaped her desiccated throat, "…what happened?"
The sounds of children crying and whimpering enveloped her and it was as if she was being pulled towards the center of it; her entire body shuttered, crashed and fractured. The ground was near and all she knew was that it was cool and her vehement failure needed that.
there's got to be someway to bring back her first sight.