Author's note: This is the first fanfic I upload. Please be kind, but
constructive crit. is welcome. Flames will be used to cook marshmallows,
but you know, a nice fire camp does the same job, so eat marshmallows, keep
cool and don't send flames..
Disclaimer: of course, I DO own Harry Potter characters, that's why I'm writing fanfiction, using a computer that isn't even mine. And no, I'm not somebody cynical! :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Struggle
The rain is striking my skin, I'm shaking with cold, but I don't move. I'm sitting in the biggest tree of our garden and my whole body is aching after several hours passed in this uncomfortable position. My legs are drawn against my chest, my arms wrapped around them. I feel safe in this gloomy tree. The rain has washed the blood off me, but the wounds are still open, colouring the water crimson. I know I look miserable. Hogwarts students would so laugh at me. Well I don't care. I haven't care for the past five years, so why has this thought just struck me?
Tonight, Father came home with two young muggle-born witches. He threw them down in the dungeons of the manor. They were crying, shaken with fear, but he, was smiling like a madman. He asked me to torture them, to kill them. It was the final part of my Death Eater's training before being presented to Voldemort and getting the dark mark; it was the ultimate test to reach the goal I had pursued since I was four: follow the steps of my father and become a great wizard.
So I pointed my wand at the first girl. She looked up in my eyes. Her eyes were deep blue, expressing defiance. She got up, her chin high. I felt stupid. I was the one who was supposed to dominate her, but she had taken my place. My cold grey eyes couldn't break contact with her warm blue ones and I could hear Father sighing behind me. I knew he was getting angrier every second.
I had to move, I had to do something, to do my duty, and not expose myself to Father's bad temper. But I was petrified. Her gaze had shattered all my illusions in one second. I don't know why, but I had the sudden feeling that my whole life was wrong. Father was wrong, Mother was wrong, Voldemort was wrong. By becoming a Death Eater, I was only becoming a shadow behind a master who didn't give a damn about what could happen to others. I would be a slave, a tool, but in no way a complete human being.
I put my wand down. Father was now irate and became even more furious when I said I wouldn't do his dirty job for him, I wouldn't become a Death Eater. He stood up from his armchair, anger overwhelming him, and came to face me. He pointed his wand to the two girls who were now behind me and pronounced the Avada Kedavra.
Pain flashed through their eyes, but their souls were gone the second after. He then directed his wand to me. It wasn't long till the Cruciatus started to make his way through my body, cutting through my flesh. I curled up on the ground, letting the storm pass. Tears were prickling my eyes, but I wasn't about to let him have the satisfaction of seeing me broken.
After having beating me up for hours, he eventually got bored and left. I waited till I couldn't hear his footsteps anymore to open my eyes. I struggled to get up, but I felt my legs weren't going to make it. I had to make it, so I mustered my last strengths and finally walked out. It was only when I arrived up the tree that I let my tears roll on my cheeks. It is now three am. I'm still in that tree. However, I should move, I need to pack my things to leave for Hogwarts that same day. I won't miss this bloody train and the only opportunity I have to fly away from Father and be free.
........................................ Bit short, I know, sorry.
Disclaimer: of course, I DO own Harry Potter characters, that's why I'm writing fanfiction, using a computer that isn't even mine. And no, I'm not somebody cynical! :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Struggle
The rain is striking my skin, I'm shaking with cold, but I don't move. I'm sitting in the biggest tree of our garden and my whole body is aching after several hours passed in this uncomfortable position. My legs are drawn against my chest, my arms wrapped around them. I feel safe in this gloomy tree. The rain has washed the blood off me, but the wounds are still open, colouring the water crimson. I know I look miserable. Hogwarts students would so laugh at me. Well I don't care. I haven't care for the past five years, so why has this thought just struck me?
Tonight, Father came home with two young muggle-born witches. He threw them down in the dungeons of the manor. They were crying, shaken with fear, but he, was smiling like a madman. He asked me to torture them, to kill them. It was the final part of my Death Eater's training before being presented to Voldemort and getting the dark mark; it was the ultimate test to reach the goal I had pursued since I was four: follow the steps of my father and become a great wizard.
So I pointed my wand at the first girl. She looked up in my eyes. Her eyes were deep blue, expressing defiance. She got up, her chin high. I felt stupid. I was the one who was supposed to dominate her, but she had taken my place. My cold grey eyes couldn't break contact with her warm blue ones and I could hear Father sighing behind me. I knew he was getting angrier every second.
I had to move, I had to do something, to do my duty, and not expose myself to Father's bad temper. But I was petrified. Her gaze had shattered all my illusions in one second. I don't know why, but I had the sudden feeling that my whole life was wrong. Father was wrong, Mother was wrong, Voldemort was wrong. By becoming a Death Eater, I was only becoming a shadow behind a master who didn't give a damn about what could happen to others. I would be a slave, a tool, but in no way a complete human being.
I put my wand down. Father was now irate and became even more furious when I said I wouldn't do his dirty job for him, I wouldn't become a Death Eater. He stood up from his armchair, anger overwhelming him, and came to face me. He pointed his wand to the two girls who were now behind me and pronounced the Avada Kedavra.
Pain flashed through their eyes, but their souls were gone the second after. He then directed his wand to me. It wasn't long till the Cruciatus started to make his way through my body, cutting through my flesh. I curled up on the ground, letting the storm pass. Tears were prickling my eyes, but I wasn't about to let him have the satisfaction of seeing me broken.
After having beating me up for hours, he eventually got bored and left. I waited till I couldn't hear his footsteps anymore to open my eyes. I struggled to get up, but I felt my legs weren't going to make it. I had to make it, so I mustered my last strengths and finally walked out. It was only when I arrived up the tree that I let my tears roll on my cheeks. It is now three am. I'm still in that tree. However, I should move, I need to pack my things to leave for Hogwarts that same day. I won't miss this bloody train and the only opportunity I have to fly away from Father and be free.
........................................ Bit short, I know, sorry.