On the Wings of Butterfly’s

On the Wings of Butterfly’s
By
ScottyAlwaysKnows


Disclamer: I wish I had the geniuses-ness that JKR holds, But maybe someday I will and this will be my work someone is continuing but until then, its not mine so I don’t mean any harm.
Warnings: No beta, Character death, and slightly bit of het (I cant write it, so i dont)

When all things are made to be broken
Epilogue


The walls would talk to you if you just listened, they would tell you stories you never wanted to here, things you never wanted to know. The walls in this school knew everything and I knew that. I didn’t care though because back in those days I was too young to. I spent my days and my nights flipping through every book in the Hogwarts library; I was too young to know what I was going to get my self in to with the brains I possessed. One night I found a book on a self. It had neither title nor author and when I opened the pages it was not a book of words. But of drawings and as I looked through the pages things began to get clearer and clearer.

As I turned to the second page I remember seeing a picture of a witch and a wizard obviously purebloods they were looking in to each others eyes, love and affection showing in each of there eyes. I remember flipping to the next page. A muggle was standing their gun in hand taking out one guest then the other. All the pictures had the same thing. Not all of them were Wizarding photo’s either there were pictures of Stalin of Hitler of all of these muggles that have given my kind such a bad name, as much as I tried to defend the muggles. I began to see more and more how much my kind was taking over the Wizarding world. How we were really corrupting what their world once was.

I was sitting in the stacks of the library looking through this book when I heard Draco talking to Pansy obviously I was not supposed to over here this conversation. But I had.

“Draco,” Pansy said softly as she ran her hands up his chest. “Please don’t leave me, Please I’m scared what if he finds out about us. Your father would kill you, Please Draco, don’t go, that manic will kill you; I don’t care anymore. Please Dumbledore will get you killed”

Little did I know that was true. Both pansy and Draco had joined the order that summer. Pansy having been sent on a Mission that we all knew she would never come back from. Dumbledore acted as if he thought she could make it. We all questioned him on it and as he told Ron,

“In war we lose people, some are just more expendable then others.”

Those words had changed me, I started to rethink how I thought of the light side and then it hit me. This isn’t a fight over light and dark, this isn’t a fight over who is wrong or who is right, this is a fight over a culture that is trying to keep its ideals and its way of life alive and a madman who is trying to rip that away from people because he thinks the world around him should be open to people who will surely end this race. This isn’t about Tom Riddle this isn’t about Narcissa or Lucious Malfoy. This was about Genocide against a race of Wizards, who may act pompous and condescending but all they’re trying to do is save what little bit of life they do have, left.

This wasn’t about right and wrong. This was about existence and I said so. I stood before Dumbledore and told him so and all he said was that I was a silly little girl. That day was a turning point for the four most important people in this war. That day was the day that Severus Snape came to me and told me that he understood that he wasn’t the only one. That day Ronald Weasley came to me and told me that he was sorry and that he loved me. That was the day I packed everything away and told Dumbledore I would finish my schooling somewhere else. I packed my bags and with the help of one Severus Snape, I was taken to the dark lord. I laid down what I believed and what I saw in this fight he looked to me and then shook his head and actually smiled. I was the only one in the room. He spoke softly to me.

“I too understand Mia, I too understand, I saw this back when I was a boy the cruelty of all muggles, they way they would treat us wizards they would think us the non superior people. We need to save the Wizarding world Mia. We need to save what we believe in.”

“I want to save this world from people like him”

I had said as I bent down to my knees and bowed to the dark lord. He’d told me to stand and I did, I looked in to his eyes and his locked within mine.

“I don’t want to fight for you because I believe you superior I am only fighting for you because I believe in your cause. I have a few demands of my own that need to be met before I even considered fighting for you. I cannot be me; the person I am now is nothing like what I once was. I want to save my innocence for who I was; I am no longer that person. I want to save that girl that’s hidden deep inside me from ever having to feel the pain and the loss of this war. I want to make her have that peaceful life she disserves. I don’t want to be me. I want to be a pureblood, I cannot be one this I know, I want to live the life of a pureblood. I want to live the life everyone disserves. I want to be what I was never allowed to be. I want to be the witch I know I can be. But most of all I want to be an equal.”

I had stared in to those red eyes as I made my demands and I felt his magic washing over my body as he read my powers, my abilities, I knew I was strong but the readings he had gotten off of me were far beyond any he had seen since one Harry Potter. He said I had found the way to unleash my power. Not because I needed it like Harry which had made his power so raw. He said I had released my power because I had wanted it. I had grasped that power within because I wanted to.

When the sorting hat had said, “You’re only as powerful as you let your self be” I hadn’t known what it meant; but now, now I do. I remember a lot of things I was taught over the Months as I was trained to be the pureblood I was to be. I remember being trained to speak properly which as Narcissa had told me ‘I did not need’. I remember her telling me that tea on Fridays would be sufficient for training and that’s all she needed to make me a high class society lady. Her face when I told her I wasn’t going to be one of the high society ladies, that I was going to fight in this war and she was not going to have a say in what I did and did not do was worth it.

I had gone to Voldemort that night, and told him, I wasn’t going to be this high society lady. I was going to be a fighter whether he liked it or not. He had taken me aside then and told me, that I was to train under him after that point in time. I could feel the excitement rolling off me in waves. That night the true Mia was born. We found out I can stand Five minutes of Cruciartus before I blacked out. I could cast the killing curse on the first try. The lack of pain that I felt from casting it scared the dark lord. One is supposed to feel a blinding pain rip through them self’s. I felt a sting at my right hand that traveled up my arm and traveled through my shoulder, the stinging was all I felt. It took four weeks of these practices for the dark lord to claim me his heiress and then it took three weeks after that date that Ronald Weasley, Severus Snape, Malfoy and myself executed the plan on Hogwarts. I never heard what happened to Harry, I assumed he’s died I hate to lose a friend like that, because he was my best friend. You think me cold and heartless just to turn my back on my friends like that. But once I had told Dumbledore how I had felt they began to ignore me. They refused to talk to me and on the day I left the school they wished me good bye with an ‘I hope that if you die its not messy’ tone to it as I walked away. They did not care for a ‘traitor’ little did I know that they would do the same as I.

After the attack on Hogwarts and the fall of, Potter I was placed as Voldemort’s second in command. I was placed at the Compound (Also known as Malfoy Manor) to watch over the recruits, I did not teach them for I was far too important to train these lemmings. Shortly after the first few weeks I was shipped off the St. Mungo’s due to a bad drought of sleeping potion. One Ginevra Weasley, who had defected shortly after her Fifth year, then cured me.

I asked her to teach me everything she knew, she did and a year later I was sent to the Healers academy and mastered that in a year and a half. That leaves me to where I am today. Twenty and Living in the Malfoy Manor with the rest of the inner circle and the new recruits. This is my life and this is what it will always be known as. Sometimes things take a dramatic shift, one falls from the lighted branch to the shaded ground. Sometimes life just turns out to be so different and things get carried away on the wings of Butterfly’s.