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Title: Brides of Voldemort
Fandom: Harry Potter
Stars: Ron
Summary: A weird thing I came up with
after staying up waaay too late. Ron's
POV.
Author: Sere G (durinae_nov_fantazirs@hotmail.com
)
Disclaimer: No one belongs to
me. HOWEVER, this story does. And so does the idea of the Brides of
Voldemort thingy. So
there.
Title: Brides of Voldemort
Author: Sere G (durinae_nov_fantazirs@hotmail.com). If
you write, put ‘Fanfic’
in
the subject, please. This will prevent
it from being sorted into the junk.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Chapter: Only
I’m so tired.
So bloody tired.
Tired of fighting
a losing battle. Of fighting them.
They have many names for them… but,
mainly, they are called by two. The
Three Sisters, even though there is not a drop of blood shared between them…
and the other name; the Brides of Voldemort.
I
remember… I remember the move that turned the war. It was the betrayal.
They
all three turned, but it was her betrayal that turned the war.
It
was Sixth Year. Christmas Day, Harry was
nowhere to be found when I woke up. At
first, I just thought it was a little weird, but it later became apparent that
he was nowhere to be found.
A
search was ordered. It became apparent
that not only was Harry missing, but so was Hermione,
my sister, Ginny, and Luna.
Harry
was found right around sunset… On the edge of the castle
grounds.
God,
the sight was horrifying. His blood
stained the ivory snow a crimson color.
However had killed him, they hadn’t bothered with the avada kedavra curse. They had simply killed him with a blade,
slashing his throat. So
barbaric.
Afterwards,
the three girls still couldn’t be found.
It was assumed that whoever had killed Harry had kidnapped them.
Harry’s
death… it shocked and horrified the Wizarding World. With the fact that Voldemort was back out in
the open, Harry had been everyone’s big hope.
With him dead… everyone was sent into a panic. The Boy Who Lived was… dead.
No
students came back after Christmas.
Hogwarts was closed, and soon I would have to go home.
And Dumbledore… Harry’s death had seemed to break something
in him. He no longer seemed to powerful
wizard who had stood up to Voldemort, but rather a sad, tired old man.
And
then… they came back. One day… the day I
was going to go home, as the few other students that had stayed during
Christmas had already gone and I was the last, they simply marched through the
gates, up to the school, and through the front door.
They
were wearing their school robes, and they looked no different than when they
had left. They had asked for an audience
with Dumbledore, saying they had found information on Harry’s killer, and he
had granted it, refusing to allow any of the other professors, who were
suspicious, to accompany him.
After
ten minutes, I was too curious as to what was going on, and I went to his
office, already knowing the password.
The scene I walked into was horrifying.
Dumbledore
was sagged over his desk, dead. Hermione
still had her wand outstretched from using the spell that had killed him. A malicious smile was on her face.
It
was obvious that Dumbledore had been unable to lift his wand against these
three students of his… the betrayal had been too much.
Hermione,
Ginny, and Luna had shed their school robes to reveal long, flowing black
dresses with red trim. Dark Marks stood
out against their arms.
Before
I could do a thing, Luna had softly spoken the words “Accio
Wand”, claiming my wand, and Ginny had used the full body-bind on me.
Hermione
had smiled at me, narrowing her eyes, and then she told me in detail about how
she had lured Harry out of the castle at dawn on Christmas Day, and she
described to me the look of betrayal on his face after she had slashed his
throat with the blade that the Dark Lord had given her.
And
then they had left, leaving me alive for some reason.
Since
then, they have openly attacked many places, leading the Death Eaters. They are the Voldemort prized fighters, his
princesses. They have killed countless
people now, and have been able to convert some others.
Without
Harry and Dumbledore, our side is losing.
Many times now, I have fought the Brides of Voldemort, but, every time,
they leave me alive for some reason…
And
I hate them for it.
SG: Heh… I’m not
continuing this, it’s just a one-shot, and I know it sucks, and probably seems
very unlikely. However, I also have
written a follow-up from Hermione’s POV, saying how the betrayal took place,
and why. Would you guys like to see it?
If this story is well-received, I’ll put it up, k? K.
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