Adele Black (Percy Jackson/Harry Potter Crossover)

The Mind of a Black

The Mind of a Black

She lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling, frowning. She was awake, while everybody else in

number twelve Grimmuald Place was asleep. Well, her father was- Harry had gone back to school, and she was pretty sure Kreacher was asleep or stealing her grandmothers good or shit.

She had an attack again, and her mind was all wack for an hour. Her father is very worried. Her godbrother, her friends- all those who care for her- are very worried for her.

She thought about ending it- ending her madness.

It seems to happen when she is in a closed space, or there is something in the room that reminds her of that time in the underground maze...

The one that had scared her.

For life.

So, now, the girl had gotten out of her bed, and went to her bathroom that was connected to her room.

She took the knife from her bracelet (and touched the charm, and watched the blade appear), and, out of sheer madness, she brought it to her arm- so, she had stabbed the arm.

That arm had been wounded so many times, she couldn't count how many times she had it wrapped up. It didn't hurt- it was only like a mosquiteo bite to the girl. Like... A small pinch. Nothing more.

Her half immortal blood raced down her arm. She knew this was the end.

Her madness was over whelming the girl.

My madness was overwhelming me.

It needed to end.

"Mom! Please.... Please... Why am I going mad!? Why!?" I scream-cried, and I collapsed onto the floor, and crawled back to my bed, and hugged my knees, my tears flowing onto them.

I remember singing an old song, and it made me more relaxed.

"If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

Uh oh, uh oh

Lord make me a rainbow,

I'll shine down on my mother

She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh,

And life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no

Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby

The sharp knife of a short life, oh well

I've had just enough time

If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

The sharp knife of a short life, oh well

I've had just enough time

And I'll be wearing white, when I come into your kingdom

I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger,

I've never known the lovin' of a man

But it sure felt nice when he was holdin' my hand,

There's a boy here in town, says he'll love me forever,

Who would have thought forever could be severed by...

...the sharp knife of a short life, oh well?

I've had just enough time

So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls

What I never did is done

A penny for my thoughts, oh, no, I'll sell 'em for a dollar

They're worth so much more after I'm a goner

And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'

Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'

If I die young, bury me in satin

Lay me down on a bed of roses

Sink me in the river at dawn

Send me away with the words of a love song

Uh oh (uh, oh)

The ballad of a dove (oh, uh)

Go with peace and love

Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket

Save 'em for a time when you're really gonna need 'em, oh

The sharp knife of a short life, oh well

I've had just enough time

So put on your best, boys, and I'll wear my pearls."

I softly sang, thinking of George Weasley the while time. I'm not sure why, but I thought of him.

I thought of how I'm going to die of madness, and never ever fall in love with him- never watch him fall back in love with me, because the sparks I felt two days ago between us were not just my imagination.

It was real...

I guess the reason I was here in this world was to go mad.

Probably was.

I'm mad.

"SEE WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME!?" I screamed, tears trailing down my face.

Dad had come in.

"I JUST WANTED HELP FROM YOU, MOM! WHY CAN'T YOU ANSWER ME!?"

I then swam into the blackness, blood still dripping down my arm.