HA! I kept my word and in your face evil lady!
I don't own HP. Wish I did.
The news of the old man's (Frank Bryce) death reached the ears and eyes of many people about a week after the incident. The found Frank's body rotting at the bottom of a ditch around the old Riddle house. Some people believed that he tripped and broke something when he landed, others thought different.
It became clear to the muggles that a menace was vanquished and that justice for the Riddles had finally come to a head, for the wizarding world it was barely even news. For the terrible story that it was, it just didn't make the front cover, it made the back cover just under the ads. Only those few people who didn't read just the front these days knew about the deaths of muggles, the suspicion escalating after each one.
The Daily Prophet had other news stories to worry about. Editor and writing alike had to put every little bit of themselves into reporting on the Quidditch World Cup. If that wasn't the news on the front page then no one wanted to hear, (or read for that matter) what the Prophet had to say.
The Ministry was hectic, more than it had been in the past years, not only were the sports department struggling to get the information regarding the Cup but Aurors and Muggle protection were working out the problems they faced in order to make it as safe as possible.
Rufus Scrimgeour and Bruce MacGregor sat talking about security measures involving the Wizards of the cup.
"We can have two men at each and every entrance and exit. No one gets in or out during the match." Bruce placed his ringer finger over the page showing the stadium for the match. Rufus nodded, not even looking down at his partner and friends hand. The story behind it was too much for him to a handle.
"What about the Wizards in the camping grounds? How many of our men will have to guard all those people?" Rufus circled the area around the stadium with his sharp fingernail. Bruce made a face and tapped his chin with his ring finger. "Or... Maybe what your step-daughter saw wasn't exactly what she saw?" Bruce stopped tapping his chin and looked at Rufus. He studied his face from his ginger hair that surrounded his face like a mane to his fangs slightly poking his bottom lip.
"Whatever my daughter saw was what she saw. Something freaked her out enough for her to tell me what happened. That's a good enough reason for me to want to reinforce the game so no one gets hurt." Bruce dropped his gaze and sat down with a grunt. He was stressed out, from moving into a bigger home with his wife and two new children to his own children arguing about who they have to share a room with and who these other children were.
Rufus sat down elegantly with no sound and placed a friendly hand on Bruce's arm. "Families are hard, mixed families are even harder. Trust me, it will get better." He pulled the hand away and stared at his hand for
away. "Thank you." Bruce whispered.
Rufus wiped his face as if he were crying and nodded. "Come, we need to speak to Cornelius and Dolores about their opinion of how many we need to put at the campgrounds." Bruce stood and nodded. They both walked out, not knowing the impending doom of the decision of Umbridge.
As the day turned to dusk "Cupid" made his rounds with lovebirds around the city. Jayce was sitting under the willow tree at the park just across from her home. A small pond lay just a few feet from it. She was tossing pebbles and sticks at the water to break the glassy reflection.
The small pond had had a lot of memories shared beside it. Love was found, hate, acceptance, the pond had claimed heart after heart. It's greatest memory was the friendship that was formed, it's greatest memory that would never be shared again. Lilies floated around the water. If someone were to count them each day they would realize there would be one more than the next.
Jayce laid her head against the rough bark and sighed, stretching her legs out in front of her. She heard the rustle of leaves behind the tree and then someone shaked her arm causing her to jump.
"What are you doing out here Gardner?" Draco sat down next to her, the leaves crunched under his butt. He started to rip the leaves waiting for her answer.
"I was... Thinking, well, plotting is a better word for it." She had started to play with her hair absent mindedly. Draco noticed her doing it and pinched a lock between his fingers and rubbed them together.
"Plotting sounds really fun." He mumbled, twirling her hair around his finger. Jayce had gone red and for the third time in her life had gone speechless. Maybe it was because Draco was playing with her hair or maybe it was the fact that he was just there with her.
"Jayce?" He whispered. The silence hung in the air, she didn't want to break this moment. This utterly perfect moment. Draco let her hair fall from his fingers and scooted closer to her. Their hips were touching and she felt her face grow hotter.
His arm slithered around her back his other grasped her chin ever so slightly, "Can I kiss you?" His breath was hot against her lips. She realized she wasn't saying anything, but she did nod. He pulled her lips to his and kissed her.
The lilies on the pond swayed as it took another memory. It saved it inside every wave and every little lily. A new small lily popped up and opened up, a new memory for the pond.
"Once upon a time there was a Gryffindor girl and a Slytherin boy..." Draco had walked into his home. The voice was coming from his living area. "... They kissed, kissing leads to touching and touching leads to sex. Sex leads to babies and babies lead to death." He walked into the living room and saw Jess, Casey, Zack, Sierra, and a first year Draco didn't recognize.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, not daring to look in the direction of Casey. The first year handed Jess a picture with a wild grin. "How did you get in my house? Who the fuck is that?!" He was starting to get paranoid.
"This is Carter, he's my cousin on my mum's side. We are here to talk about winning the cup this year." Jess was sitting in his father's large leather chair. Draco visibly relaxed and sat down on the couch next to Sierra. She scooted away a bit from him. Carter sat down, like a dog, next to Jess's feet.
"So, we are all here to talk about Quidditch of course. Another subject I want to talk about it the Gryffindor Brat." Casey chuckled lightly, still not looking at Draco. He had hurt in his eyes.
"The mudblood?" Sierra asked, popping a jelly bean in her mouth. Jess glared at Sierra, she hated that word. It was foolish and if you had to use it meant you didn't have any imagination for a better insult. Sierra caught her look and looked laughed. "You can't scare me pumpkin pie. You're as dangerous as a flobberworm."
A flash of yellow light shot past Sierra's head and hit someone behind her. A girlish squeal rang through the room followed by footsteps running down the hall. Jess had her wand held out in front of her. Sierra jumped up from her spot, wand held at the ready.
"Children what on earth are you doing?" Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape stood in the doorway threateningly. "Oh Merlin. This looks like on of our old Death..." Severus elbowed Lucius in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.
"Which one of you children shot the spell?" He asked, sitting where Sierra had been. Lucius rubbed his stomach as he sat on the arm of the couch. He stared at Jess sitting in his chair. They all looked from one another, it would be foolish to tattle.
"No one professor. We were just discussing the House Cup and who deserves it." Zack blurted before Sierra could open her mouth. She sat down on the arm of Jess's chair. Carter looked from Zack to Jess to Severus. "It seems that Gryffindor might win due to Professor Dumbledore's favoritism. Harry Potter is his favorite after all."
"Jess when can we talk about the..." Jess put her hand in Carter's head and a finger to her lips. They weren't going to say anything until after the events leading up to the torment of Hogwarts went smoothly, and they would.
"If you are discussing points and how to get them for Slytherin then pray tell why Coon is here?" Snape had relaxed back into the couch. He had obviously taken control of the room.
Jess smiled at him, she was in control not him. "Casey is here because we need a spy."
"You would know about that Snape." Zack mumbled, he was looking at Jess. She didn't glance at him, her and Snape were having what seemed like a staring contest.
"Lucius!" His wife had walked into the house and was yelling his name over and over. She sounded upset. There were two reasons for her irritation. One, there were bikes all over the front lawn belonging to the teens inside the house. Second, Severus's car was blocking the garage and she almost hit it out of the way.
"Coming dear!" He shouted. They all waited for him to leave the room before speaking. Severus shifted in his seat and broke eye contact with her. I win Snape. Jess looked at Zack and smiled.
"Jessie, we should continue this conversation later. Maybe when school starts?" Sierra asked, she was standing and ready to leave. The rest, besides Draco and Snape stood to leave. "Until later Draco. We have much to discuss." And with that they left him to squirm.
She crouched under the night sky waiting for the right moment to strike. The moment had to be perfect, if she made any mistakes then they would get the best of her. The world started to slowly close around her and she moved forward, seeing my target. He stood next to a tree waiting for the right moment to act.
The moon created a spotlight over her. He didn't see, something else caught his eye. Something much more sinister. She didn't see what he say until it was too late. Her head snapped back and with a sickening crack and blood spurting from her neck she died.
He saw her soul leave her body and the empty husk slid into the pond. Something made its way across the ground to him and he fell to the ground with a thud. Eyes went wide and screams filled the air before silence.
The dead was done, the creature was known. A boy about the age of fifteen stood from the corpse. He cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders feeling each pop as he did so. A blood soaked smile covered his pale face.
"Look at the mess you made." He turned to see a girl around his age sitting on a low branch of the tree. He glared but did not speak. The breeze picked up and lilies floated across the pond, one more added to the lot.
"I'm Erin, nice to meet you." Erin Bulk hopped down and extended her hand in friendship. The creature glanced at in and accepted it with a fanged grin. "Bailey." He said.
The pond swayed in fear, for as the new lily opened red nectar started to pour out of it.
I love horror! I also love murdering characters. Anyway, always.