A Gift Fic presented to HollyHobbit101 for all of her hard work for Ravenclaw in Round 10 of the Houses Competition!

I present: Hell on Earth

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Screaming is like a second language to me.

Sometimes it's the only language I speak. In the dead of night, when the nightmares come, and Astoria isn't resting sweetly by my side. Screaming is everything I can hear, and everything I can say.

The War changed all of us, in all manner of ways. For me, it opened this new language barrier, and it broke the barrier to my emotions which I had been hiding all these years. It made me feel. And it made me feel everything. Every comment I had made, every punch I had thrown, every damn nasty thing I had ever done.

All of it was imprinted on my soul, and I knew I was going to Hell.

So I scream.

I scream because I am afraid. So afraid. Afraid of the Darkness that awaits me on the other side. And every day, Astoria and I grow older. She will always be the better of the two of us. I took her name in order to veer from my own. Now I'm Pansy Greengrass, afraid of the dark, and afraid of the Darkness that beckons.

It started with the nightmares. It started when I began dreaming about pitch black, burning funeral pyres, the dead being stacked like house cards in some sick game. Then I was dreaming about my limbs being torn off by every person I had ever taunted. And the dreams extended beyond night-time. They were in every waking moment.

There are in every waking moment.

I dream of Hell every night. I go there in my sleep.

One day, I know I am going there for real.

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Thank you for reading!