"𝐖𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞. 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫."
Elladora Hargreaves, a Slytherin who sits alone and never speaks. Most believe that she has some kind of...
- Chapter Eight-Six - "Just don't go breaking my heart."
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Her heart had broken, for real this time.
Like some invisible force had reached it's hand into her chest, clawing at her skin and smashing at her bones first of all which created the first wave of pain, then using her vulnerability and sensitivity to wrap it's and around her heart and squeeze tight until it had cracked and crumbled in it's grasp so there was nothing else there except for an empty space that begged and pleaded to be filled with love and tender care once more. It had been...for a while when her skin was just scratched, then she went home and it tore apart, she became a death eater and her bones fractured, she killed someone and got taken advantage of and they broke.
Then she was back at Hogwarts and the hand took a break, she was with her friends, feeling happy again. She and Remus had become some type of couple thing...she wasn't sure what. Their friend group was expanding with the new relationship between James and Lily, Elladora found herself smiling all the time once more and everything was going fine. Until she walked into Dumbledore's office and put her head down the Pensieve, seeing the thing that had caused the hand to come and harshly grab at her heart. She tried to leave, tried to keep her heart with her, but he prevented it.
That devil prevented it and now it was torn apart, savaged by a beast that had managed to break her in ways she didn't even know was possible. That beast was herself: she made the choice to stay and become a Death Eater; she made the choice to kill that man; she didn't push Macnair away, she let it happen; she was the one who kissed Remus, bringing herself to a risk and letting herself get too attached; she was the one who had put her head in the Pensieve; she was the one who foolishly tried to save herself.
She should've known what would happen to her. It was even said when she was 10 years old, talking to Sebastian whilst he showed her some muggle card tricks. She wanted to be just like him, no matter what anyone said. Her arm was branded with the same mark as his was, her friends were in Gryffindor just like his way, she had been damaged and attempted to rebuild herself just like he had. Did that mean she was going to die the same way too? At the hands of that demon back in the office? No. She'd kill him first if she had to.
She'd do to him what had happened to her, let her actions claw at his skin before ripping into his chest, smashing his bones to grab his heart, pull it right out and squeeze it tightly right in front of his eyes; watching the life drain from them slowly like sand would from a hourglass based purely on conversational quality when someone would be telling her story. The sand would run slow because the story would be deep. Deep enough to claw at someone.
She'd rip out the hearts of anyone who had wronged Sebastian, he comes first, then her own revenge. Her mother, her father, Macnair, Avery, Yaxley...every single Death Eater would fall to her feet, pleading for their lives but she'd given enough mercy. Then after all of them were dead, she'd go for the big one, the one who set it all off. She'd make Voldemort cower at the sound of her name, she'd force him to his knees and edge him to death, letting him breathe in separated breaks before hurting him in every way possible.
