Descendants and Harry Potter Fanfiction - You've heard the story of the 'core four' as they descend from the Isle of the Lost to the United States of Auradon where Mal, daughter of Maleficent, Evie, daughter of the Evil Queen, Jay, son of Jafar and...
What the Hell was I thinking? I can't live in Auradon and I certainly can't live here happily, if I were to make my own choice and choose to stay he'd never let me live it down, even when he's physically banned from Auradon and trapped on an island he can still reach me, make me do his evil deeds, all he has to do is touch his Dark Mark and mine will feel like it's going to burst into flames, demand that I go to the museum where he can come to life through a statue, get in my head to the point that I won't know what to do. By he I obviously mean my father. I don't have a choice anymore, the others do, and they're going to follow their hearts while I follow my dads. The second I get that wand and release the villains that will be my choice made, I just hate that it isn't my own, yeah I could live with that, Hell, I could easily live that life, I always have, but knowing I have no choice makes it harder, what would I choose if I could? My answer an hour ago would be yes as long as I had Mal, Evie, Carlos and Jay but seeing them walk out without even a glance at me has made me think clearer, they don't need me, they're all doing fine without me, better than fine, they're happy. I take a deep breath, I can do this. Alone if I have to. I wake myself from my thoughts when I realise that my nails have been digging into my arm and have torn through the sleeves on my dress. Fuck sake. I stop walking, roll the sleeve up and see that my nails have left 4 small soon-to-be-bruises and 4 trickles of blood running down my arm, fuck saaake, I quickly wipe away the blood, roll my sleeve back down and take in my surroundings, about a quarter of a mile from the museum.
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"Viviana," the whisper echoes around the small room of Death Eaters, sending a shudder down my spine as he comes to life, his face spreading into a grin I've never seen before,
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I feel my stomach drop. I must have done something really wrong. Is the grin foreshadowing how badly he's going to hurt me? I feel my heart rate quicken and face start to heat up. He comes closer, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Oh fuck. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly and wait for an impact of some sort...
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Nothing.
There's no sound, only my own shaky breaths. Do I dare open my eyes? Before I have a chance I find myself flinching as he embraces me in a bone crushing hug. What the fuck? He's never hugged me before. He finally moves back and I open my eyes slowly, he's still grinning, but not as menacingly.
"Viviana, I have never been more thrilled to call you a Descendant of mine," he says, still grinning.
What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On.
"The Elder Wand! It takes a true villain to think of something so despicable!" He shouts loudly as if he were talking to every Death Eater in the room (well, you know, if they were alive)
"Despicable?" I ask, I'd hardly call it despicable, sure it's smart and a sort of cool idea but despicable?
"Yes, despicable, you're talking about robbing a dead man's grave and stealing one of their possessions, their most precious possession," he says quietly, so quietly that if it were a 'hero' saying all this it would be like a lecture on what to do and what not to do, but he's not a 'hero'. He is most definately a villain, and he proves this by shouting "I LOVE IT!" a few seconds later. Hmm, I suppose it is quite despicable - Right, despicable is starting to sound like its not an actual word anymore so I should probably stop saying and thinking it. "The idea. It's brilliant!" He shouts again, "I'm almost ashamed that I didn't think of it myself!" He continues quietly, looking away from me for a split second before shouting again, "But at the same time glad that finally my resourceful, cunning and evil traits are finally rubbing off on you and running through your veins." I can't think of a single thing to say so I just stay quiet. The room goes silent as he grins again and stares at the wall, I generally don't think I've ever seen him happy, especially not this happy. He's a villain, we don't do happy. I look back at him as he continues "in fact I'm almost proud" I feel my eyes widen, proud? He's never been proud of anything before, ever, even when my mother killed her own cousin for him, even when Snape killed Dumbledore for him, even when Fenrir Greyback attacked and turned hundreds of children into werewolves, even when every Death Eater risked their own and their children's lives at the Battle of Hogwarts, okay Viviana, enough of the 'even when's "- almost!" he shouts, making me jump slightly, " If, if you pull this off, then I'll be proud," he whispers the words but they echo all through the room and send shivers up my spine, if I pull this off, he'll be proud of me, I have to pull this off, I need to...
