A/N: Donít bother
reviewing to tell me that the main character in this story is OOC. I am aware
this is probably far from her character, but if she wanted to survive she may
have stifled her morals and everything. Thanks to PirateQueen for beta-ing.
She purses her
lips and silently draws; carefully marking line after line, figure after
figure. Throwing her brown curls over her shoulder she grasps the sharp object
closer to the point, leaning forward and pressing in, completely absorbed in
the picture she is making.
figure in front of her lets out a muted groan and bows his head in pain.
Without looking away from her work, she grasps the thick chain that is attached
to the iron collar around his neck, giving it a vicious tug, her dreamy
expression never wavering.†††††††††
after line, figure after figure, the red liquid paints his back in a scene of
two boys, one with a Snitch next to him, one standing taller than the other by
a head. After a momentís thought she presses the blade forward in several sharp
dots and leans back, looking satisfied at the warped freckles she has drawn.
is here that she immortalizes her memories; in scars on the backs of her
victims. For the ones she loves are dead, now, and she wants to live.
so she drowns her compassion and buries her morals, goes without a fight to the
Dark side, because when all is said and done she could have died like a hero
but she would still have been dead.
the blade silently against her cheek, unmindful of the steady trail of blood
running off the metal and onto her face, she carves at the bare flesh in front
of her, line after line, figure after figure. With one last wrench of the
blade, her pale hands working delicately at her masterpiece, she engraves her
signature at the bottom of the Snitch.
stands up and swirls her blood red cloak around her shoulders. She stops at the
door and turns around, carelessly throwing a bolt of green light over her
shoulder. The man sinks to the ground, silent, and she leaves with a triumphant
smile on her face.
steady drip, drip, of blood on the cold stone floors is the only remnant
of her past, when she had been innocent and young. But innocence does not last
long when you are the Dark Lordís executioner.