That Which Makes Us Breaks Us
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,079
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter One
Warnings: Not so graphic mutilation
I am watching her. She knows not but I am, I always have been and I always will. She is my angel, my beautiful masterpiece. She is laughing now, her eyes bright and sparkling like the finest amber. Her tiny pink mouth in a mischievous yet coy smile, her ginger red hair spilling from her weakly made plait, tiny ringlets framing her petite pale face. My beautiful angel.
It has been a while since I was last in her life; she was younger then still beautiful and perfect yet lacking. I completed her. I am ensnared by her, entranced, mesmerized by everything which she does. She is an astounding enchantress, but she does not know it. The gentle sway of her hips reminds me of the steady swing of the pendulum and her laughter is like the chimes of midnight, reassuring, calming and promising.
That bastard is touching her, marring her innocence with his tainted hands, I should kill him, but I restrain myself she wouldn’t want me to slay him. I smile; she has withdrawn the imbecile’s hand from her pristine person. I knew she would, she is after all mine.
So long have I been watching her, so long. Days have turned into weeks, weeks into months, and now I have had enough, she is, was, and shall always be mine. She carries my taint, and my taint shall she only carry. Yet I will wait, for a little while longer, for when I obtain her it will make the wait all the more worthwhile.
Some of her idiotic friends are approaching. In fact a lot of students are coming now it must be time for them to go back to sch I d I dare not follow them, I am too weak to overthrow the wards which surround Hogwarts…yet. I still have my ways of seeing my angel, but it is nothing in comparison of watching how her tresses flow in the wind like silk, and knowing that all one has to do is reach out to touch it to be in complete oblivion.
Oh how I long to go and bury my pallid face into her locks, to weave my arms around her tiny waist, suffocate and die a blissful death, but I dare not. I must leave now, and with one last look at my beauteous seraph, I disintegrate.
* * *
Does she know how I pine for her? Does she know how she crazes me? Making my life burn with a rage and passion which not even I can handle, does she know this? I look at the bonded girl before me, her blue eyes wide with shock as I unsheathe the dagger which I keep close to me; she is scared that is good. I do not talk to her, she can not talk to me, the gag in her mouth prevents her, this is also good, pitiful pleas exasperate me.
Fingering the cold blade with my index, I run it along the side, drawing a line of red blood. The girl continuo wao watch with watery eyes. I walk towards the fiery cauldron, and face the girl staring at her as I dip my finger into the liquid. The heat is intense; I grit my teeth and feel it churn and gnaw at my finger, teasing more blood out of my cut. I then divert my attention to the rapidly changing potion, once ink blue in color, now a dark white.
I pick up the raven girl and carry her towards a rickety bench near the cauldron, she is light and trembling. It reminds me of my angel. I lay her down gently. She is crying now, streams of salty emotion running down her face. I take these tears and place them in the cauldron. Her blue eyes are now pleading with me, I can hear the voices in her head, begging with me, and beseeching me to not harm her. No, I cannot release her she is essential to this concoction.
Shaking my head softly I whisper a shady, “No.” the first word I have spoken to her, since I captured her. As I remove the gags which obstruct her voice, she remains silent for a while. Then quietly she continuously repeats the word, “Please.”
I look down at her, and smile darkly and whisper yet again, “No.” I pick up the knife once more and as I cut into this young girl I think of one person. My fire headed angel.
R&R please!
I am watching her. She knows not but I am, I always have been and I always will. She is my angel, my beautiful masterpiece. She is laughing now, her eyes bright and sparkling like the finest amber. Her tiny pink mouth in a mischievous yet coy smile, her ginger red hair spilling from her weakly made plait, tiny ringlets framing her petite pale face. My beautiful angel.
It has been a while since I was last in her life; she was younger then still beautiful and perfect yet lacking. I completed her. I am ensnared by her, entranced, mesmerized by everything which she does. She is an astounding enchantress, but she does not know it. The gentle sway of her hips reminds me of the steady swing of the pendulum and her laughter is like the chimes of midnight, reassuring, calming and promising.
That bastard is touching her, marring her innocence with his tainted hands, I should kill him, but I restrain myself she wouldn’t want me to slay him. I smile; she has withdrawn the imbecile’s hand from her pristine person. I knew she would, she is after all mine.
So long have I been watching her, so long. Days have turned into weeks, weeks into months, and now I have had enough, she is, was, and shall always be mine. She carries my taint, and my taint shall she only carry. Yet I will wait, for a little while longer, for when I obtain her it will make the wait all the more worthwhile.
Some of her idiotic friends are approaching. In fact a lot of students are coming now it must be time for them to go back to sch I d I dare not follow them, I am too weak to overthrow the wards which surround Hogwarts…yet. I still have my ways of seeing my angel, but it is nothing in comparison of watching how her tresses flow in the wind like silk, and knowing that all one has to do is reach out to touch it to be in complete oblivion.
Oh how I long to go and bury my pallid face into her locks, to weave my arms around her tiny waist, suffocate and die a blissful death, but I dare not. I must leave now, and with one last look at my beauteous seraph, I disintegrate.
* * *
Does she know how I pine for her? Does she know how she crazes me? Making my life burn with a rage and passion which not even I can handle, does she know this? I look at the bonded girl before me, her blue eyes wide with shock as I unsheathe the dagger which I keep close to me; she is scared that is good. I do not talk to her, she can not talk to me, the gag in her mouth prevents her, this is also good, pitiful pleas exasperate me.
Fingering the cold blade with my index, I run it along the side, drawing a line of red blood. The girl continuo wao watch with watery eyes. I walk towards the fiery cauldron, and face the girl staring at her as I dip my finger into the liquid. The heat is intense; I grit my teeth and feel it churn and gnaw at my finger, teasing more blood out of my cut. I then divert my attention to the rapidly changing potion, once ink blue in color, now a dark white.
I pick up the raven girl and carry her towards a rickety bench near the cauldron, she is light and trembling. It reminds me of my angel. I lay her down gently. She is crying now, streams of salty emotion running down her face. I take these tears and place them in the cauldron. Her blue eyes are now pleading with me, I can hear the voices in her head, begging with me, and beseeching me to not harm her. No, I cannot release her she is essential to this concoction.
Shaking my head softly I whisper a shady, “No.” the first word I have spoken to her, since I captured her. As I remove the gags which obstruct her voice, she remains silent for a while. Then quietly she continuously repeats the word, “Please.”
I look down at her, and smile darkly and whisper yet again, “No.” I pick up the knife once more and as I cut into this young girl I think of one person. My fire headed angel.
R&R please!