A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #12 Cybersecurity Threats Task #2 - Malware: Malware is short for malicious software, and there are many different types that can affect your computer system. You might have heard the terms trojan, worm, and virus.

Write about someone acting malicious or vengeful.

Word count: 436

Warning: murder, slight gore, manipulation

The dying sunlight gleams and sparkles off the silver of the skate's blade,

silver splattered with bright berry red. The ice is littered with tiny drops of the same shade.

Blood spilled from a body now hidden, now buried in the frozen ground.

They'll find him come spring, but by then all the evidence will be gone.

She knows they'll point the finger at her, she was his after all,

she was the one whose mark matched his own.

She was his soulmate, his forever bride,

but the truth was something much more dark,

much more sinister.

She'd never been his,

that was a lie of his own creation,

a dream that became an obsession when he'd discovered

who shared her sign.

Too old for her, too horrid, he'd told himself,

taking the first life,

That hadn't been in winter, that had been in fall,

upon her eighteenth birthday,

the day the emerald mark appeared on her skin.

She'd written him, telling him about it detail,

how she'd been so thrilled she had a soulmate.

He'd seen the mark before, knew whose wrist it graced.

It wasn't his, although he'd yet to get his mark, being younger than she.

The man she was matched with, the man she was to wed, to live happily ever after with,

he was an obstacle, he had to be dealt with, and dealt with he was.

It hadn't been easy taking down a full grown wizard,

a man with power and knowledge, but he'd had the element of surprise,

the rage of a man who felt wronged.

That body had never been discovered and months later,

his soul mark appeared, he painted over it, ignoring it, as now they matched,

no one would tear them apart.

She didn't know, how could she?

She'd trusted him, loved him even...

it had been love, hadn't it?

Now, with her yellow gloves covered in blood,

her face splattered with crimson, the bobble torn from her hat,

and her feet in nothing but stockings, her skates left upon the frozen pond,

she wasn't sure if she had ever truly loved him or if

he'd only managed to make her think she did.

Spring would come, the ground would fall,

but she would be gone from here,

gone from anyone who knew her,

who knew him, knew of their lives.

She might not have a soul mate anymore,

might not ever find love,

but it was a large world, such a large world

and she was going to find something, someone,

even if it were only her own mind, to make her

feel whole again.