Annabelle is finally happy, in a relationship with Remus J. Lupin. But everything goes down hill when her identity is revealed. How will Remus feel when he finds out that his girlfriend was lying to him.
How would Sirius feel when he sees the girl o...
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Hogwarts. Fifth year. Years ago.
Anna browses through the many isles within the library. Her hair pulled into a loose ponytail and away from her face. She had a small smile on her lips as she pulled a book from one of the shelves. She was on her way to see Tom but she wanted to find a book they could both read.
With a small hum, she checks out with the librarian, waiting patiently for her to scan the book. The young witch grumbles under her breath and she looks around, spotting Myrtle running out, sobs following her. Concerned, she grabs the book and follows after her.
"Myrtle?" Anna calls out
The young witch was one of her mentees, she helped the girl with classes and other issues, especially since she had no other friends.
Anna fast-walked down the hall, trying to reach the girl, who ran ahead of her.
The blonde slows down when she notices the perfect bathroom wide open. Carefully she peers through the door, softly closing it behind her. "Myrtle? Are you okay? Was it Malfoy again?" Anna asks, her voice echoing back at her.
All she heard was soft sobs near the showers. Anna felt her heart pick up, a small chill running down her spine. Everything felt off.
Anna carefully steps through the bathroom, finding the young witch hunched over, cradling something in her palms. "This is your fault," Myrtle whispers
Anna swallows harshly.
"Myrtle," Anna whispers, stopping behind her, her hands trembling at her sides, terrified.
Before Anna can react, Myrtle whirls around with a knife and she lunges at the witch, screaming at the top of her lungs. Anna gasped, falling backward, catching her wrist mid-air, stopping the knife from reaching her face. The sharp edge of the knife barely grazed her eye. Anna grimaces in pain.
Myrtle growls like a rabid dog, her wrist shaking in Anna's grasp, trying and failing to push the knife into her head, placing her other hand at the but of the handle.
Anna clenches her jaw, pushing against her with a yell.
"You took him from me!" Myrtle yells
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Anna yells, groaning at the strain on her arms. Finally, Anna manages to get the upper hand and shove Myrtle away from her, making the witch stumble to the ground, with the knife flying out of her grasp.
The two stare at the knife lying on the ground, before meeting one another's gaze. With a growl, Anna and Myrtle lunge forward. By a split hair, Anna manages to grab the blade, slicing up her fingers.
Ignoring the sting she slashes across Myrtle's face, just enough to startle her, not enough to actually hurt her. The younger witch gasps in pain, covering her face,
"Myrtle enough." Anna orders, shakily standing to her feet, pointing the knife at her.
Myrtle glares from the ground, blood seeping past her fingers. "I thought we were friends?" Anna asks
Myrtle spits at her feet. "Your not my friend." Myrtle hisses, "If you were my friend you wouldn't have taken Tom from me! He was supposed to be mine!" Myrtle sneers
Anna swallows harshly, confused. "What?" Anna whispers
"I have been questioning myself, all night." Myrtle starts, lowering her hand from her face. "What do you have that I don't." She whispers, looking down at her knees. "But, then I realized," Myrtle says, letting out a humorless laugh, looking back at Anna. "You bewitched him. I mean! what other explanation can there be? He loves me. And you ripped that love away!" Myrtle sneers
Anna feels a tear slip from her eye, briefly, she looks away to wipe it away from her face.
Using her distraction, Myrtle roars, lunging forward with her arms reached out, grabbing roughly at her throat, and shoving Anna back into a bathroom stall. She slammed her head against the door, making Anna gasp in pain, a little disoriented.
Myrtle watches with a glare as she chokes the air out of her former friend, only for her eyes to widen in pain. Myrtle looks down to see the knife embedded into her stomach, blood splattering the floor and onto Anna's hand.
Anna's dark eyes watch her stumble back, her grip loosening on her neck. Any fear in the blonde witch's gaze was gone, replaced with anger and darkness. "Myrtle. Myrtle. Myrtle." Anna whispers, slowly approaching the bleeding witch, using wandless magic to shut the stall door. Her grip tightens on the knife.
"Why would Tom ever want you." Anna laughs, she leaves no room for her to argue before she slashes open Myrtle's throat, making her gurgle and clutch at her neck.
With wide eyes, Myrtle falls to her knees. Anna grips the witch's hair, pulling back her head. "Just look at you." Anna hisses, a small laugh slipping past her pale lips.
Myrtle moans in pain, eyes fluttering shut.
Anna giggles to herself, shoving her away and onto the ground. Anna stands there, staring. Laughter continued to slip past her lips, her hand coming up to stifle the noise. Causing it to sound like small sobs.
Her magic radiated out of her with every tremor of her shoulders, causing the door to rock and groan against her magic.
Through her laughter, she doesn't hear the door opening to the prefect bathroom.
"Anna."
Annabelle looks up, lowering the hand from her face, a grin still plastered on her lips. She looked like a completely different person, blood covering her once-white hair.
"Darling," Anna whispers
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A/N
DID YOU EXPECT IT?????? HAHAHA! I was trying so hard not to spoil it! I did struggle with this chapter, I didn't know how I was going to write it without making it seemed rushed. This side of Anna is new but I was building up to it. This shows that the obsession wasn't one sided.
