"'I miss being human'" Dumbledore read to the static crowd. "'I've turned into this smiling, snarling monster. I live a life that is immoral in so many ways that I really don't know what is right anymore. Except loyalty. Loyalty is the only thing left right in this world, true loyalty that is. There are very few I am loyal to, hell I'm not even loyal to my family. I will not betray them; I will not do anything to put them in danger; I will not harm them; I will do anything within my power to save them from the fate I have given myself. I'm gonna die, everyone is really, but I'm gonna die soon. I really don't mind.' Larissa Dawn was a true Hufflepuff and has brought honor to her house with her words and her actions. May she rest in peace."
The crowd clapped lightly and cried. Her casket was lowered into the earth, magic sealed the earth and a tombstone was all that was left. Most people left after that, the few that remained chatted amongst themselves lightly about the deceased. One didn't.
Michael sat solemnly in the front of the new grave staring mindlessly at it. No tears fell from his eyes though many were shed for his pain. Many had come and gone but he remained. He really didn't know why.
The hour wore on and he was left alone to stare at the words she requested on the plain gray stone. "Here lies a woman who loved," he whispered. 'Right, love,' Michael scoffed, "Love is weak. Love makes you weak."
'Michael,' her voice, during its hopeful pain filled plea, entered his mind.
"You betrayed me!" he shouted at the tombstone, "its all your fault! Why can't— Why did—Fuck, WHY Damn you!?!"
'You-you.... I-I.... I think I hate you Michael,' Her voice taunted him. Two months before she had caught him with another woman, he really wasn't that bothered by the encounter, she still did what he asked, she still followed him around, she still said she loved him. His left eye twitched as he remembered the incident afterwards.
"Why?" Larissa cried, tears streaming down her face. "Was I never good enough? Was there anything that you asked of me that I did not do? Why can't you love me?"
"Oh Puff, I do love you-" Michael tried to calm her. All thoughts to do so however were quickly pushed by the sharp sting of her hand hitting his cheek.
"Don't you dare say you love me," she threatened darkly, "not after you just did 'that'," she jerked her thumb at the now thoroughly mutilated corpse, "in 'our' bed."
Michael roughly grabbed her hand and crushed it tightly, "But I do love you," the malice clearly showing in his voice, "I love you very much Pet, but you're not my lover, you never were and you never will be. You are my pet. You do as I say and when I tell you to stop torturing you will do so before they die. I might have married her if you hadn't interfered."
Larissa looked at him in fear, awe and an emotion he had only seen in her once before, hate, it was in that moment that she said the words that brought her to betrayal, "You-you.... I-I.... I think I hate you Michael."
"You don't really hate me do you?" he whispered to the grave. Those were the same words he said that night but he said them differently now, now he cared... just a bit.
"Is the great almighty Slytherin Orrin actually showing emotion?" a voice taunted above him.
"Alanna Delray, fancy meeting you here. Got tired of sleeping with St. Mungo's doctors for stories yet? Have you decided to write something about your 'dear little Larissa', because if you have leave me out of that drabble, I don't need my name lost in the back of The Prophet."
"You didn't deserve her."
"And I'm supposed to care about this why?" Michael leaned against the headstone defensively.
Alanna was shocked for a few seconds before she flew into rage, "You scum sucking Death Eater bastard, if you had one speck of love in your body you would have loved her, you heartless bastard!"
Michael raised an eyebrow questioningly, "And here I thought you might have said something intelligent. But I guess that was too much to ask for from you Delray. I thought a writer would at least be more inventive."
Alanna gazed past him towards the headstone sadly. It was a few minutes before she broke the shamelessly comfortable silence they were in; "She told me about the night she caught you-"
"Caught me what?" Michael demanded harshly sitting a little straighter,
"Cheating on her," Alanna paused, "She was covered in blood and tears and she said she had killed the girl, said you could cover it up. I guess you did, never heard about anything remotely related. Anyway, she said she hated you." Alanna sat on the grass next to him, "I asked her about killing the girl since she was obviously shook up, she just laughed, proclaimed she would rid the world of any girl who so much as looked at you if it would make you love her completely. Then she said she loved you."
"I may have loved her," Michael said thoughtfully.
"May have? Wow you're real decisive. Did it take you that long to decide whether or not to take the dark mark, Because it's been 6 years Orrin, and I don't think You-know-who waits that long."
"What do you want from me you stupid bitch!"
"Nothing much, but I am going to take your wand before you hex the graveyard to pieces."
"Right," he drawled sarcastically.
"Accio wand. You'll get it back in the morning Orrin, I promise." And with that she apparated away.
"Fuck. You know this is all your fault," he glared at the tombstone again. He glanced around the cemetery, upon finding it completely empty he did something no one who knew him would have expected.
"I'm sorry I killed you." He kissed the top of the stone and let a single tear drip onto it, "I really did love you." He shoved his hands into his pockets and set off towards muggle London wandless and alone. At the gates he called back, "I'll meet you in hell again one day Larissa, maybe you'll be happy with me there."
Out from behind an angel of marble stepped Alanna Delray, quick quill notes in hand.
The crowd clapped lightly and cried. Her casket was lowered into the earth, magic sealed the earth and a tombstone was all that was left. Most people left after that, the few that remained chatted amongst themselves lightly about the deceased. One didn't.
Michael sat solemnly in the front of the new grave staring mindlessly at it. No tears fell from his eyes though many were shed for his pain. Many had come and gone but he remained. He really didn't know why.
The hour wore on and he was left alone to stare at the words she requested on the plain gray stone. "Here lies a woman who loved," he whispered. 'Right, love,' Michael scoffed, "Love is weak. Love makes you weak."
'Michael,' her voice, during its hopeful pain filled plea, entered his mind.
"You betrayed me!" he shouted at the tombstone, "its all your fault! Why can't— Why did—Fuck, WHY Damn you!?!"
'You-you.... I-I.... I think I hate you Michael,' Her voice taunted him. Two months before she had caught him with another woman, he really wasn't that bothered by the encounter, she still did what he asked, she still followed him around, she still said she loved him. His left eye twitched as he remembered the incident afterwards.
"Why?" Larissa cried, tears streaming down her face. "Was I never good enough? Was there anything that you asked of me that I did not do? Why can't you love me?"
"Oh Puff, I do love you-" Michael tried to calm her. All thoughts to do so however were quickly pushed by the sharp sting of her hand hitting his cheek.
"Don't you dare say you love me," she threatened darkly, "not after you just did 'that'," she jerked her thumb at the now thoroughly mutilated corpse, "in 'our' bed."
Michael roughly grabbed her hand and crushed it tightly, "But I do love you," the malice clearly showing in his voice, "I love you very much Pet, but you're not my lover, you never were and you never will be. You are my pet. You do as I say and when I tell you to stop torturing you will do so before they die. I might have married her if you hadn't interfered."
Larissa looked at him in fear, awe and an emotion he had only seen in her once before, hate, it was in that moment that she said the words that brought her to betrayal, "You-you.... I-I.... I think I hate you Michael."
"You don't really hate me do you?" he whispered to the grave. Those were the same words he said that night but he said them differently now, now he cared... just a bit.
"Is the great almighty Slytherin Orrin actually showing emotion?" a voice taunted above him.
"Alanna Delray, fancy meeting you here. Got tired of sleeping with St. Mungo's doctors for stories yet? Have you decided to write something about your 'dear little Larissa', because if you have leave me out of that drabble, I don't need my name lost in the back of The Prophet."
"You didn't deserve her."
"And I'm supposed to care about this why?" Michael leaned against the headstone defensively.
Alanna was shocked for a few seconds before she flew into rage, "You scum sucking Death Eater bastard, if you had one speck of love in your body you would have loved her, you heartless bastard!"
Michael raised an eyebrow questioningly, "And here I thought you might have said something intelligent. But I guess that was too much to ask for from you Delray. I thought a writer would at least be more inventive."
Alanna gazed past him towards the headstone sadly. It was a few minutes before she broke the shamelessly comfortable silence they were in; "She told me about the night she caught you-"
"Caught me what?" Michael demanded harshly sitting a little straighter,
"Cheating on her," Alanna paused, "She was covered in blood and tears and she said she had killed the girl, said you could cover it up. I guess you did, never heard about anything remotely related. Anyway, she said she hated you." Alanna sat on the grass next to him, "I asked her about killing the girl since she was obviously shook up, she just laughed, proclaimed she would rid the world of any girl who so much as looked at you if it would make you love her completely. Then she said she loved you."
"I may have loved her," Michael said thoughtfully.
"May have? Wow you're real decisive. Did it take you that long to decide whether or not to take the dark mark, Because it's been 6 years Orrin, and I don't think You-know-who waits that long."
"What do you want from me you stupid bitch!"
"Nothing much, but I am going to take your wand before you hex the graveyard to pieces."
"Right," he drawled sarcastically.
"Accio wand. You'll get it back in the morning Orrin, I promise." And with that she apparated away.
"Fuck. You know this is all your fault," he glared at the tombstone again. He glanced around the cemetery, upon finding it completely empty he did something no one who knew him would have expected.
"I'm sorry I killed you." He kissed the top of the stone and let a single tear drip onto it, "I really did love you." He shoved his hands into his pockets and set off towards muggle London wandless and alone. At the gates he called back, "I'll meet you in hell again one day Larissa, maybe you'll be happy with me there."
Out from behind an angel of marble stepped Alanna Delray, quick quill notes in hand.