That Damn Weasley Charm II G.W

Part 5, Chapter 33- Seven Different Bodies

I take Draco's advice and write to George as soon as I get into my room, closing and sealing the door behind me. I go over to the small trunk I've brought home with me and pull out the bewitched quill and some ink. I sit at my desk, pop open the inkpot. And sit there.

Thinking.

I mean how do I tell my boyfriend that I just killed someone.

I just fucking killed someone.

I drop my quill and put my head in my hands. I refuse to cry again though. I can't cry again. Shaking it off I pick up my quill again and dip it in some ink.

YOU AROUND?

I stand up from my desk and start to pace around my room waiting for George's response. I still don't know how I'm going to word this. How do I tell someone, specifically an Order member that I've killed someone? I'm just as bad as the rest of them. I'm just as bad as the rest of them. I'm just as bad as...

ALWAYS AROUND FOR YOU. WHAT HAPPENED?

I read George's message and I laugh, I laugh for a long time. 'Oh not much just killed some random squib how's your holiday going?'

THEY MADE ME DO SOMETHING. TO SHOW OFF FOR MY PARENTS

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

THE CRUCIATUS CURSE AGAIN?

I take a deep breath and sit back down at my desk. I don't want to tell him. He might tell Fred who will tell Ron who will tell Harry who will tell Sirius who will tell Arthur who will tell Dumbledore... What am I thinking? He won't tell anyone, he's George!

NO. BUT THEY MADE ME PRACTICE CURSES ON SOMEONE

My head hurts from the stress that I'm under, my entire body feels like its giving up on itself.

WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THAT?

I could lie to him. Tell him that someone else killed the woman. But just the thought of lying to George makes my stomach churn.

THEY DIED

I won't be surprised if I don't get an answer back. I won't be surprised if George never wants to see me again. God my heart feels like it's going to explode. I stand from the desk, my knee's give out, I fall back into my chair. God oh god why did I tell him. I just fucking killed someone.

THEY MADE YOU KILL THEM?

The corners of my vision go black and I feel like I'm going to pass out. I'm trying so hard not to cry that my eyes genuinely hurt. I can feel the pulse in my ring start to go faster than normal which reminds me that he probably thinks I'm dying with how fast my heart is going.

YEAH

No going back now I guess. The pulsing in my ring quickens. He's going to break up with me.

HOW ARE YOU?

We talk for hours after that, him assuring me that I am not that person. Me assuring him that I am okay.

Every night, just before dinner, the Dark Lord stands me in the middle of the dining room, as my father brings a new person forward, whether it be a squib or a homeless muggle he managed to find. Then he says the same thing to me, "Kill it. Slowly." He says it like it's his only source of happiness. Mother is always standing at his side laughing, watching me with a smile on his face. Cheering for me, laughing at the victim.

I've tried hard to do it in the most humane ways I can think of, which means that I've been practicing human transfiguration a bunch. Cause it's easier to kill a cockroach than a person. It's easier to convince your mind that it's just a cockroach... It's just a cockroach... Step on it, it's just a cockroach.

"Tonight young Violet. Given it is your last night home before the summer. I want you to kill it quickly." The Dark Lord says.

Everyone is in their usual spots. Uncle Lucius, Aunt Narcissa, and Draco sitting at the table watching me. My mother standing beside the Dark Lord, smiling and giggling like a little school girl. My father standing tall and silent behind the victim, in this case, a very old muggle man that was living on the streets of London.

"Quickly my Lord?" I ask, my voice trembling. I would have thought that killing a person a day would make me numb to it all but every time Draco and I are excused from the table after dinner I break down into Draco's arms. But it's better him than me. I never want him to have to do the things that I have to do.

"The killing curse my child. You haven't used it all week and I would like you to try." The Dark Lord says flatly.

"Course my Lord," I whisper to myself.

"He can't hear you!" My mother screams. It makes me flinch a bit but I try my hardest not to let it show.

I look the old muggle man in the eye and I hope to god that he can tell that I don't want to do this. I bow my head slightly to him, so little that no one else seems to notice. The man looks at me, bloody and broken, both of his eyes nearly fully swelled shut and bows back to me.

"You have to mean it or else it won't work. You have to want it dead." The Dark Lord says to me.

I nod and look back at the old man. I don't want him dead, I don't want anyone dead. But he's in pain. I can see that. His arm is hanging limply by his side, he's got massive cuts all down his chest and back. He's hurting and I have the ability to stop that.

I raise my wand, aiming it perfectly at the man's head, I take a deep breath, I can take away this mans pain. "Avada Kedavra!" Green light streams out of my wand and hits in the middle of his forehead. The man crumples to the floor in a heap of dirty clothes. Dead.

My mother screams laughs again and claps her hands together. Soon everyone is clapping, for the seventh time in a row I'm standing in front of a dead body. A body that I killed.