A.N Hope you guys like it. Rather graphic death. Sorry about that.

Team: Tutshill Tornadoes

Round: 7

Position: Captain (Written by Chaser 3 who is becoming Captain)

Writing about: Nagini

Title: The Good, The Bad, The Heartless

Words: 1339

For those of you innocent people who stumble upon this one-shot and are unaware of my speaking of Quidditch, teams and nonsense, it is alright! This is for a sort of contest on a forum and nothing that you aren't allowed to read, so enjoy!

Disclaimer: Characters and all other recognizable written words such as 'incendio' belong to J.K Rowling.

Charity welcomed the darkness.

She welcomed death.

They say that as someone is dying, their life flashes before their eyes.

Charity had to agree with this saying.

The muggles had thought it up, and boy were they clever. How did they know that this was to happen? Did a muggle survive death? Now, that was a silly idea. It had only happened once before, to a wizard called Harry Potter. He had never taken her class, but knew from other teachers that he was quite the pupil-and now she was rambling.

Charity, though, felt like she had all the time in the world. Her seconds were minutes compared to them. Literally.

Nagini was coming towards her in slow motion.

Charity knew she was dying, or about to die at least.

Even with the slow motion, Nagini's bite didn't stop her from flinching violently. The snake teared through her pale skin. The action caused Charity to let out a screech.

She clenched her eyes shut.

"When you are going on die, relive as many memories as you can." her mother had said. "Make them all be good memories."

Charity's eyes flashed open.

She was no longer in that cold room, with Voldemort, his followers, or Nagini. No, she was outside a very familiar house. Her house.

"Mummy! Mummy!"

Charity knew who it was before they appeared.

The girl had blonde hair with the brightest colour of blue for her eyes. They matched the adult who was watching, invisibly. The small differences was one of them was younger in nearly every way, while the older one was grinning.

"Yes dear?" another voice asked.

Charity turned quickly to spot the woman she had not seen in a long, long time. The woman was beautiful. She had sparkling blue eyes and brown hair that fell in curls. This woman was the one that Charity loved dearly. The one who always made her feel at home, even if they were on the other side of the world.

"Mum." Charity whispered to herself.

Suddenly, the small girl appeared, rushing up to Charity's mother. The girl hugged Charity's mother, before stuffing the letter in the older woman's face.

"Read it! Read it!" the little girl chanted.

"Alright, alright." the woman chuckled. "Miss Burbage, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

The small girl squealed loudly as the woman let out a laugh before hugging the girl.

"I knew you could do it, Charity!" the mother smiled. "Let's go inform Daddy!"

Little Charity let out a nod. Just as Charity's mum was calling out for her father, a sharp pain in older Charity's arm brought her back.

'One.' she thought to herself.

The snakes hiss echoed in her brain as a tear rolled down Charity's cheek. Her vision turned blurry before it re-focused. Charity was once again transported to another room. Another place in her history.

She recognized the books floating around. The funny smell of old parchment, and the noise of quills along with the familiar screeching librarian in the corner. Charity was in the Hogwarts library.

As she wondered through the bookcases, she heard her younger self speaking.

"No, no, Isaac...it's not here."

As Charity stopped, she saw her younger self barrel around the corner at a frantic speed. Isaac, a boy with curly brown hair, and matching brown eyes followed closely behind.

"It's alright, Char."

"No, it isn't! I know how much you liked that quill."

"It's fine, I can just get another one in Hogsmeade, this Saturday."

"Then I'm paying." young Charity said with a sigh.

"Then I'm buying you a drink." Isaac said.

"What?! No. I lost your quill! You don't have to buy me anything." young Charity cried.

"I'm buying you a drink, and that's final." Isaac told her, firmly.

"I-fine." the younger Charity agreed, defeated.

"It's a date!" Isaac grinned.

Then he kissed her cheek and walked away quickly, leaving a very shocked witch in his wake. Both the young and older Charity slowly touched their cheeks before smiling.

The next thing Charity knew, her cheek was throbbing painfully, and the hissing had returned.

'Two.' Charity thought, swallowing thickly.

Her eyes met those of a young Draco Malfoy who looked away quickly. His cold grey eyes reminded her of his father who she had met a long while back. The man sat near the young Malfoy, and she remembered those same cold eyes which had, in a way, helped her.

"Mudblood-lover."

The words which echoed in her mind pulled her into another memory. This memory, Charity mused, had started out quite unpleasant. The ending, however, gave her quite the reward.

Charity watched the little girl being pushed down by the blonde-haired boy with the pale skin and cruel grey eyes. He looked down his pointed nose, sneering in disgust.

The younger Charity hung on tightly to her books, tears swimming in her eyes.

"Malfoy!" a voice shouted.

Charity looked shyly towards it, hoping it was not one of "Malfoy's" friends. If it was, she was sure to be in the hospital wing for a week! She had heard about his sort through the whispering of Hogwarts.

It was a boy who had shouted. He had black hair and grey eyes that looked almost exactly like Malfoy's. However, Charity noticed a difference in them. There was no cold emptiness in them, and the disgust wasn't directed towards her.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh hello Sirius." Malfoy smirked. "I was simply teaching this mudblood-lover a lesson. Is that wrong?"

"Yes." Sirius snarled. "It is when she has associates with inbred scums like you. I suggest you leave before I get a prefect, who just so happens to be a close friend of mine."

Charity remembered what she had thought at that moment: the black-haired boy was protecting her! Her! Charity was just some Hufflepuff that roamed the halls and this random boy was stepping up to protect her! The younger Charity couldn't help but thank Merlin.

Malfoy sneered at Sirius, but shuffled past, leaving the two in the hall.

"Y-you didn't have to do that." Charity said, her voice quivering.

Sirius looked at her in surprise before smiling slightly.

"Yes I did! I hate Malfoy, and all the other Slytherins just like him." He told her. "Besides, you're Evans' friend. My best mate would kill me if anything happened to you while I was around."

"Why?" Charity asked, perplexed.

"Have you not seen him chase after her? He's obsessed." Sirius chuckled.

Charity giggled a bit. Sirius knelt down before wiping the tears off the younger girl's cheeks. He then picked her up and smiled.

"Now let's get you to the kitchens to sit and have some hot chocolate." Sirius said. "Then we can talk about muggle things. I happen to be obsessed myself."

Charity grinned.

Another bite of pain caused Charity's body time flinch wildly. She came back to the cold, dark room. Charity felt weaker and weaker.

Voldemort spoke, but Charity did not focus on him.

Her eyes met those of an old friend that Charity had called a brother, long ago. One whom she had trusted, but broke her trust. Charity had than trusted him one more time, only to have it broken once again in that very room.

She could only call for his help, focusing her strength on the words that left her parched lips.

"Severus! Help me!" Charity whispered in a cracked voice.

Severus Snape only responded to Voldemort, ignoring her cry for help. The two exchanged words.

"Severus...please...please..." she whispered.

"Silence," Voldemort hissed, waving his wand.

She could no longer speak, even if there had been no spell placed on her. Charity's eyes once again let those of Snape's.

She then closed her eyes as Voldemort lifted his wand. She knew what he was going to say. The words that were forbidden by the law, or used to be. Tears found their way out of Charity's eyes as she breathed her last.

"Avada Kedavra."

Charity welcomed it.

She welcomed the darkness.

She welcomed death.

A.N So...again, slightly graphic death. So I moved this up to a T rating.

I made it be Charity because of my teammate, MichalK, made the suggestion. :) It was originally going to be Frank, but hey! I already wrote a Charity one-shot before her death, so I thought I should add one more.

I'm sorry if it is really dark for you. Also, I know Voldemort kills her first before Nagini attacks, but I thought for every bite she would remember.

I don't feel like adding anything else, so thanks for reading :)

Cheers,

Lupey!

P.S Oh yeah, Sirius! Yay! He's so nice.