Serenity Chapter 2- Sparkling angel
A/N- Hello once again and welcome to chapter 2! I have received 1 review so far which I was very pleased about and an alert (I'm writing this on Wednesday, so if I have more and you were that review/alert/favourite then thank you soo much!) So I feel like this will be a short chapter. And I just wanted to tell everyone reading, that I don't plan so if things don't seem very planned and a bit iffy then I'm really sorry! Song title of the chapter is from Angels by Within Temptation. And the previous chapter it was from follow me down by 3 0h!3 :D Thanks for reading and please do review/alert/favourite if you wanna, I will be eternally gratefully. The halfbloodprincess xoxo
The wind whistled round the graveyard, the trees swayed melancholy. She sat in the freezing cold. Alone. She hated being alone but it was necessary at present. She knew if she was in anyone's company they would find out just who she was. She herself had only just found out; and she wasn't planning on telling anyone else. Besides, who would she possibly tell? Her friends? Ha, she didn't have any. Agini had always been a loner. Memories haunted her of her childhood at Hogwarts. Unlike other students at the school, she lived there from birth. Only two people knew her secret and they made sure to keep it that way. As soon as she turned eleven, she was considered too dangerous and shipped off to the ministry so they could deal with her. There she was turned into an assassin or as they liked to call it, an "Auror". She was hardly old enough to even be considered but the ministry had seen something special in her. She hadn't wanted to join them, in fact she hated it. The training was tough and vigorous, but it came naturally to her. But she was never one to capture dark wizards. Instead she would kill them. You see, killing was one thing that she did enjoy! In fact it was something that she needed! She loved the rush of knowing she had the person's life in her hands. She loved to torture them and as she had always been told, dark wizards deserved it. But it wasn't only dark wizards she killed. No, she killed anyone the minister of magic told her to, and often in the most brutal way she could think of. She just didn't care. It was fun to her, a game. After her life at Hogwarts, she needed something to take her anger out on, and if it couldn't be the one person she hated most, Albus Dumbledore, then why not someone else. Besides, it was in her blood.
Not many knew about her existence; let alone what she did for a living (if you could call it that). Her life consisted of living in a replica Azkaban cell in the dungeons of the ministry though the only difference was the floo network fireplace, placed strategically in the corner of the room. Though she couldn't use this at her leisure, oh no! The fireplace was set under strict watch and whenever she used it the minister himself would be notified. Why did they care so much about her?
Maybe it was because she was different? Maybe it was because she was extremely powerful, especially considering her age. Maybe it was because she had a broken soul before even once contemplating killing. She was bad news, dangerous news and anyone who would step in her path would be in grave danger. Some called her psychotic, others called her demented.
On the odd occasion she did encounter a dark wizard, and decided to let him live, she would torture them into madness but not before questioning them about him. The dark lord! She thought back whilst sitting on a mound of dirt which happened to be a fresh grave. She remembered the time she had met Igor Karkaroff, she had instantly recognised him as an ex-death eater. One who had happened to be set free after spilling the most sordid secrets of the dark lord and ratting out other death eaters, all just so he could become a free man. But not without a price Igor, oh no! She had questioned him for hours and he had protested his innocence time and time again. She cast her mind back to that day.
"Now I'm going to ask you once again," she said licking her finger that she had just run along the blade. "Tell me of the dark lord. Or... "
Her voice was calm yet threatening and her eyes brightened. The stench of fear in the air.
"Azkaban won't be the last of your worries."
The man was tied to a chair, bound by barbed wire wrapped so tight trickles of blood were easily visible through his ripped shirt. Every time he would move, the wire would rip savagely at his flesh causing the man to grimace in pain.
"Who...who are you?" he whispered, his soul torn apart from all the cruciatus curses she had been casting hour upon hour on him.
She smiled, baring her perfect white teeth. She may be a monster, but she a goddamn attractive one at that. Long flowing brown hair, arched brows and a flawless complexion. Her eyes dark and fierce, psychotic. Her body perfectly curved, almost fake. Her large breasts, magically enhanced by countless growing spells and potions. Her arms marked with bruises and the occasionally scar. And one interesting marking indeed. On her right arm lay the symbol of the death eaters, a black skull with a snake through it. Burning her occasionally.
"I'm your worst nightmare, honey." And with that she took the blade in the marked armed and stabbed him right in the cheek. As he screamed in pain and blood gushed down his face she laughed menacingly. "I could do this all day to you, to every part of your body, one by one until you beg me to put you out of your misery. Until you beg for death, but trust me I won't give it to you the easy way, Hun. I will make you die the muggle way. The filthy muggle way, bleeding to death. Get all the mud out of you."
"I... I am a pure blood."
She spat at him in disgust. He bowed his head in shame.
"You are as pure as I am."
He looked up and the pain in his eyes amused her for a short second, before she returned to be disgusted with this man.
"You are not of pure blood?" he questioned. She slapped him as hard as she could right above the cheek she had stabbed him, catching his eye and clawing him with her long red tinted nails.
"Never speak to me of my heritage. I am daughter of the most noble man ever to live. The most powerful wizard of all time. Your ex master!"
His eyes widened. He shook his weak head.
"No...No!" he screamed. "If you were who you claim you are, you wouldn't be killing me! You're an auror, you try to destroy the lord. You try to destroy me," his accent was thick.
She held up her arm to show him the dark mark on her right arm.
"But...but how? You are just child! You not allowed to be one of us."
She shrugged.
"I was born with it. Wonder why it's on the right arm and not the left? That is proof enough I am who I claim to be and every death eater knows. No harm must come to the girl with the mark on the right. Didn't my father ever tell you that?"
She smirked. Disgust raged through her eyes.
"You tried to get Severus Snape convicted to Azkaban."
He managed to stifle a laugh through the pain.
"I would have done it to anyone. Even your filthy half blood father!"
Rage travelled through her, filling her to the core. She took the blood-drenched blade, drew back and sliced through his neck, right through to the bone. He let out one last cry and then he was dead.
No one betrayed her father! No one but her.
"Harry slow down!" Hermione Granger called out as Harry stumbled over broken branches.
"Bloody hell Harry!" Ron exclaimed running and only just catching up with his friend. The trio had been out in these woods for days and were slowly losing themselves.
Harry snapped round to face him, just as Hermione caught up.
"Slow down! Slow down!" he exclaimed. "Oh I bet that's just what Voldemort is doing. Slowing down, slowing down while he tries to find me and kill me."
His voice was spiteful and full of rage, the locket burning him around his neck. Hermione could have sword she had seen his eyes turn red for a slight second.
"Harry," she draped an arm around his shoulder. "Give it to me, I'll wear it."
Harry reluctantly handed over the locket of Salazar Slytherin. The quicker that thing was destroyed the better. Harry pulled the sword of Gryffindor, which he had found earlier.
"We must destroy it now." He said quietly. "For good!"
She watched from the shadows. Willing him not to do it, for she knew of the object and she knew what it would do to her and her father.