Vengeance
Disclaimer: Characters and stuff are not mine. I humbly defer to J. K. Rowling.
Note: This fanfic requires a bit of explanation. I usually abhor giving explanations, seeing as I believe that a story should be able to stand p for itself, no questions asked, but this is something that can't. It involves a character of my own (V. Wallwick) for whom I have an almost entire fanfic in my head but haven't gotten around to writing yet. She belongs to the Marauders' Generation, was Sirius Black's girlfriend at Hogwarts and has generally spent the past fourteen years bouncing around the globe and waiting for Sirius. This takes place sometime after the end of The Order of the Phoenix, and has no connection at all to the bigger fanfic that I plan to write.
Thing itself:
"Vivian?"
"Yes, Tonks?" Vivian Wallwick, leaning over the wash basin in her bedroom, wiped away what water she could from her face with her hands.
"What are these?" Tonks indicated a drinking glass on Vivian's dresser that had at least ten wands in it arranged in a grisly bouquet.
"Wands of Death Eaters," said Vivian, proceeding to dry off her face with a towel. "Death Eaters I've killed. There are thirteen in there and I had one framed special. Dolohov's. It's on my wardrobe door."
"Vivian – "
"What? You going to tell me it's wrong, Tonks? You going to say that I shouldn't? They'd have done the same to any of us, no hesitating. I'm just giving back."
"Vi – "
"Shut up. I'm not going to stop until they're all dead or I am. It's just practice anyway. What I want is Lestrange."
"Listen to yourself."
"Yeah, well, I'm listening, and I think what I'm hearing's pretty good, and if it bothers you, I'm not asking you to listen."
Vivian knocked over a chair.
"Think what you want Nymphadora Tonks, but those bastards killed my mother, and they killed Sirius, and I'm not going to sit nice and quiet and go boohoo in a corner. I am NOT – GOING – TO – STAND – FOR – IT!" She crossed the room till she stood face to face with the other witch. Her hand lashed out. Tonks flinched, thinking she saw a slap coming.
The blow fell on the drinking glass of wands. It teetered over, fell, and broke, glinting shards of glass strewn amongst the wooden sticks.
"I am going to kill every one of them," Vivian hissed. "Every single one, and I don't care what the Order or any of you think."
She stormed out of the room. Tonks, still too shocked to follow, looked at the wands. Fourteen wands.
Fourteen lives. She shuddered.