For her it was different. Understatement of the millennium. For her everything was different. And it wasn't just because of her family, or lack thereof, no it was because of her destiny... Her fate. A life full of choices comes at a high price, a price that can kill and pain. And at the moment one lone woman realized the pain it would cause. Her fate was decided and she had no choice. She was femme Oedipus.. With a twist. She wouldn't end up marrying her parent or anything of the such. No, that was much to good for her. She would become a weapon. A killing machine. She was the weapon of mass destruction. Her life, her learnings, her thoughts all shoved her down the path. And the irony was that she, daughter of the savior of the wizarding world and brightest mind at Hogwarts was destined to kill them all...
Yet, I digress. This story starts long before this young girl could even string two thoughts together. Ala fairy tale-style; Far, far away. Long, long ago... Well, actually is wasn't too awfully far I mean I am standing in the castle where it all took place and 30 years isn't that long ago. But, in their mind it was. In theirs the time and the place made all the difference...
He skidded to a halt in front of the dark corridor checking and then double-checking the old, wrinkled piece of parchment in his hand. He grabbed a stick from his pocket and held it up in front of his face. He quickly spoke a jumble of words as the stick began to glow illuminating his sickly, pale face with an eerie blue light. His bright emerald eyes glared at the harmless parchment with malice as he spat a curse. The stick lost its light when the man spoke another word now positioned in front of him as he took off at a run determined to find whatever or whoever he was looking for.
He turned the corner gaining speed as his leg muscles pumped under his long dress-like attire. His bright eyes became desperate when he rounded yet another corner sparing a glance towards the forlorn parchment. And then he stopped. Well, stopped is putting it lightly he collided with something solid... But what, there was nothing in front of him. It was as if an invisible barrier were keeping from his desired. The man cursed again this time his glare directed at the empty space in front of him. He stared at the barrier squinting his eyes ever so slightly until suddenly he widened them and let out a gasp. He jabbed the stick in front of the air around him blindly stabbing at the air until an almost silent metallic clang rang out. It vibrated through the air, pulsating as it grew in decibels. The air around the man then began to glow, it sparkled with specks of light as the invisible barrier became visible.
And once again the man cursed. The barrier might look visible but it appeared anything but solid. It appeared to be oozing with darkness rolling and weaving throughout the wall. It hit the ground at the man's feet splashing him with darkness. Surrounding him with the black liquid. The man hissed with pain as it touched his bare skin. The air began to smell of burnt meat as the man's his turned into a blood curdling scream as it ate it's way through his skin. Munching through his bones, sucking his body dry with delight. His screams of torture pulsed through the air and felt gruesomely tangible. His eyes were now bloodshot his bright emerald eyes turned murky. Their vivid color became tinted with a dull dark red.
His body convulsed on the ground. His knees forced by the acid to give out, to give up, to give himself. And through it all the man, though convulsing on the floor kept a firm grip on the piece of stick jabbed into the wall. The man, with his seeingless eyes stared at the stick. Willing it to do something anything. Willing for someone to help him. To grab him, to save him. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the acid slithering up his chest and his neck. The black liquid splashed over his face, making its way into his mouth down his throat and into his body. It began to burn through him from the inside, to kill him from the inside out. He tried to scream. Really he did, but the black goo was suffocating him as it filled his mouth. He wanted to pass out, to give up, to die when he felt his gag reflex kick in and force the black goo back up. But his mouth was covered, it was stitched by the liquid and the goo made its way back down his throat and repeated the process. The man couldn't take anymore. He couldn't breeze, he couldn't move, nor see, nor think. His body convulsed once more as his hand reluctantly let go of the stick which ever so mockingly stayed lodged into the wall, covered in blood, vomit and tears. A silent foreboding to all those too brave to enter.
A blood chilling scream ripped through the castle. Startling all it's residents as a pale, skinny boy jolted awake. His bright emerald eyes snapping open, wide in fear.
