The Broken Children
-Rose-
The woman screams, clawing at her skin, gouging open her cheeks. Her body twists, limbs flailing out at odd angles, bones cracking and reforming, and her shrieks are a muted melody to Rose's ears.
Her wand remains trained upon the howling woman, never relenting in her curse, silently waiting for the woman's eyes to roll back in their sockets, for the whites alone to be visible, for her mind to crumble.
"Mercy!" screeched the woman, "Kill me instead, please . . ."
Rose remains unflinching, the woman's pleading falling upon deaf ears, until at last a change comes over the flailing woman. She isn't begging any longer, now she laughs and giggles, seemingly not feeling the pain, rolling in circles and clutching her sides as she's overcome with mirth.
She walks away, nudging aside a dismembered hand with her boot. Slowly, she approaches the atrium, noting that the sounds of fighting are gone.
It is done then, she muses, stepping through the doors, taking silent steps towards the fountain. It's running scarlet, the water thicker than it should be, and from the centre rises a single wooden spike, topped with a still bleeding head, complete with a lighting scar across the brow.
"Rose," exclaims Cassiopeia, a strangely positive strain warbling through her tone. "My brother?"
"His ashes are somewhere on the sixth floor," she replies.
"A shame," declares Albus, coming up beside them, crowned in death and damnation, a brilliant grin etched upon his face."Had he stood with us, he would have been spared."
"He gave me this," she adds, running a finger across the ruined left half of her face, the skin crackling beneath her touch, oozing yellowish pus.
"Madam Phaelynne shall have you fixed up in no time," says Cassiopeia, laughter brimming in her voice. "We are done here, Al, this world is ours. I should like to return to the Chateau, and get out of these bloody clothes." Her gaze is smouldering, her eyes dark with lust, and Albus nods before clapping Rose upon the shoulder.
"The rest of our forces have already pulled out." He nods. "Give my father the cremation he deserves."
With that he takes a hold of his wife and they vanish, disappearing into the corridors of magic and leaving her in the Ministry, now a graveyard piled high with the corpses of the damned. She swirls her wand around her, ignoring the accusing, sightless eyes of Harry Potter, and from the tip bursts flames of demonic proportions.
They fly free, dragons and basilisks, manticores and chimeras, roaring and devouring all that is in their path. Stone melts before their claws, water hissing into steam, bodies turning to ash, all in the blink of an eye.
The flames consume metal and rock, leaping from floor to floor, bringing the Ministry crashing down like one massive pyramid of Exploding Snap cards.
Then she screams, and clutches at her back, the Fiendfyre leaping from her control courtesy of the momentary lapse in concentration. Her fingers trail across her spine, till at last they close around the cool hilt of the blade buried within, and her eyes narrow as she whirls.
Hugo shivers, stepping away, emaciated figure more skeletal than the corpses around them.
She advances, and there is no emotion in her as she tears out his heart with her bare hands.
-Fin
I hope you all enjoyed this Drabble Collection. I must say, I really let myself go nuts with the dark themes xD Thanks to everyone who read, reviewed, favourited and followed. You guys are all amazing.
-Written for The Weird Daily Prompt Thing: Speed Writing – Prompt: Fun with Fiendfyre
-Written for the Psychological!AU Competition – Disorder: Other (Alexithymia – The inability to process emotions)
-Written for the 200 Prompts, 100 stories competition – Rose/Exploding Snap