wolfling- Dedicated to Queenie. Also known as Queen Of The Badgers. This can't even rival your fics about him, but here's my stab at it.
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Staring Down The Serpent
It had crossed his mind a few times. The possibility. The possibility that he was…wrong. The possibility that it would never work in a hundred years. He thought about that now, as he opened the door to the chamber.
The Girls Bathroom…oh Lord. Perhaps it used to be something else? Perhaps it wasn't always a girls bathroom. It could've been a potions lab or a section of the library before. Or a girls bathroom.
But he mustn't doubt himself now, not when he's so close. He can hear hissing emanating from the dark hole in the floor, where the circle of sinks has parted. There's another sound though, he was so wrapped up in his own inhibitions and thoughts that he had completely ignored it. It sounds like crying.
He curses under his breath. Shakily, the sobs stop. There is a clicking and clunking sound as shoes plod to the door of a cubicle. Behind him a serpent rises, flicking its tongue and leering forwards. The lock of the door clicks, a girl stumbles out, annoyed through her tears and reprimanding him, attacking him.
She sees the serpent. For a few moments he sees the two of them, the hunter and the prey, lock eyes in a staring competition that can only have one winner.
She dies. He watches her descend to the floor with a thud, glasses askew and broken, staring blankly, lifelessly at the top of the moved sinks. The snake shifts position, it rears up and slithers gently to rest its head at the side of the boy.
Tom stares at the girl. He didn't know her name. He didn't know her character, or her favourite type of cake.
He'd killed her.
But the most frightening thing of all was the simple fact that it didn't faze him at all.
Turning away, he left, his only friend at his side.
Later on that day, the girls body is carried out through the entrance hall, past the Christmas decorations on the walls, past the faces of unawares students. The teachers are solemn. There is no happiness in that room, as her body leaves it. On the corridors there is heard a moan.
Tom watches the girl leave. He continues down the corridor.