Disclaimer: I do not own the creative J.K Rowlings wonderful Harry Potter characters. I am simply borrowing them.
Note: Lizzie Moondraft is owned by yours truly.
Lifeless Soul. Chapter 1-
A sillueted figure crept through the shadows in silence. Her crystal blue eyes gazed upon her victim. She pulled out a dagger with a blood-red handle in which her name was engraved. She studied her surroundings, there was naught but trees and tall grass which served as a great hiding place.
Then she lept out of the shadows speedily and tried to strike, but not to her surprise he ran. She smirked flashing her ebony white teeth.
"I hate it when they run," she sighed, "It just makes my job so much harder."
She then ran and caught up to him with ease. Flicking her wrist the dagger opened his chest. An ear-piercing scream filled the night air, before powerful force of light exited his chest and made its way into the jewel located at the end of her precious weapon, which then forced the colour of it from a deep shade of purple to pink. The lifeless body shrivelled and burned to ashes which eventually flew away with the cool breeze.
An applause came from a distance away.
"Bravo!" A male voice called out, "Jolly good strike Lizzie."
She frowned as the figure appeared in front of her.
"What are you doing here? Bret?" she said pocketing her dagger.
"Can't I visit my cutie-pie any more?"
He walked over to her and hugged her. Whilst this was happening she searched his pockets, A knife, a gun and few coins now became hers. He didn't seriously think she'd let him that close without something in return did he? He broke away from her
"That wasn't so hard now, was it?"
She smirked tossing the coins up and down before putting them comfortably in her left pocket, "No it wasn't ,thanks."
"I'm never going to be good enough for you am I?"
She ignored him. He knew the answer.
She leaned her bag against a tree and fiddled with the strap. She felt the warmth of his hand slide up her leg.
Quickly she spun around and paused, the dagger inches from his chest. She pushed him away.
"Back off!"
He fell to the ground and smiled, "God I love it when your angry you look so sexy."
That was it. He'd reached his limit. She threw the dagger and it landed in his leg. He choked and gasped. She rolled her eyes and proceeded to put her cloak back on. He laughed and pulled the dagger and the wound healed over instantly.
As she snatched her weapon back as he shrugged
"Couldn't help myself"
Lizzie sighed in frustration, "It doesn't matter I'm leaving."
She turned to leave as Bret called out, "You can't spend your whole life destroying dark souls you know. It will get boring one day and you will come crawling back to me, you wait."
She heard a swishing sound that signalled him leaving.
She leaned against the nearest tree and sighed. Her blue eyes sparkled with worry as a cool breeze blew her blonde hair around. She knew he was speaking the truth. Eventually it will happen and she'll go back to him. But she couldn't let that happen. She knew he would never let her live it down if she did.
Authors Note: This is chapter one. 'What does this have to do with Harry Potter?' I hear you ask. A lot. Just keep reading. In chapter two or three you will see what I mean;)