On the Wings of Butterfly’s

My worlds turned 180
I’m breaking slowly
Don’t let me fall
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By Scotty Always knows

Disclamier: 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
Warning: No beta Character death.

Mia sat on the windowsill of her room there were tears in her eyes; she didn’t know why she was crying it just seamed to be right. She was lost, and she didn’t know what to do. She looked over at the man lying asleep in the bed. He wasn’t a man, he was a monster, had she been Hermione granger she would have rather faced an Arvada Kadvra then suffer through sleeping with that man again. She still hurt, her chest coated in a film of blood. It one though his teeth looked sharp one had never felt the razors across the skin, piercing slicing, marking, taking away what little bit of Hermione left as he made her come to the feeling of the pain. Maybe that’s why she was crying now, she wasn’t sure. But as stood to move back over to the bed, she could feel his leftovers slipping down her thighs and she had the sudden urge to vomit on the floor. She would do no such thing with her lord still in the room but she needed to leave. She crept out of the room pulling her dressing robe around her and as she closed the door she slid her eyes closed.

This was not what she had expected when he had told her he loved her over a year ago. She had lived through too much of this, this pain, hate, humiliation; she’d gone from a promising death eater to his bloody puppy. If he wanted something done she was expected to do it, he said jump she was supposed to say how high, when she didn’t she was forced to deal with the consequences. He’d had her naked and on a leash for a week, because she refused him one nights gatherings. She’d never hated someone so much as she hated tom riddle at this very moment. This moment of weakness hadn’t passed when she had first felt it. This wasn’t love this was possession the marks on her body said so. She bit at her bottom lip not to scream as her legs gave out and she felt the ground moving to meet her. She let out a small whimper when she heard hard foot falls behind her. She didn’t dare look least it be tom, she would suffer if it was him. Closing her eyes she prepared her self for the Cruciartus.

“Ms. Riddle”

The silky voice washed over her as she gripped the stone under her and hissed to him. She turned to look at him, the black eye and bruised cheek being the least of her worries.

“Don’t call me that”

She hissed out, as tears feel from her eyes, she looked back to the ground. He looked down at the broken girl lying on the floor and shook his head. She was so brilliant at school; she was beautiful, her intelligence only made her more beautiful. But now as he looked at what used to be Hermione granger he literally cringed and looked away. Her robe was partly open and he could see the cuts covering the skin and the black and yellowing bruises of past and new abuse. He shivered as he moved to her and then knelt down before her. She looked away and wiped her eyes trying to stand.

“Leave me be, haven’t all of you humiliated me enough, I was one of you once. Now look at me, this is what your kind have turned me in to, this shattered broken women. I will have my revenge Severus Snape. On every single last one of you and I will make you regret everything”

Snape glared at her and shook his head moving away.

“Silly girl, I told you, you could not understand what it was like, what you were getting your self into, you did not listen and look at you now. You are sad and pitiful he only does this to you because he knows he can. You do not fight back anymore. You’ve lost your fire Herm… Mia”

He hissed out and moved around her walking down the hall he didn’t stop when she sobbed his name nor did he even look around. He wanted to, this was his charge he was to help her he was to save her. That had been his job but this could not happen not now. Not when she was so close to getting what everyone needed. When she completed her job he would take her in to his arms and hold her like she needed to be held. He did turn at the end of the hall and gave her the sign of the phoenix; more tears dripped down her cheeks as she looked away and moved to go back to the room. She had a job to do. She stood slightly unsteadily and turned to give Snape the sign back but he was gone.

Moving back to the bed she cringed when she heard him in her room talking to a minion. She moved to hold the bath robe around her and moved to open the door but thought better of it and waited as she heard them conversing. She heard, Hamilton talking to the dark lord about healing and regeneration potions. After taking over her place as his own personal potions master, Hamilton had begun to brew the potions she had been making for her lord. She shook her head. He must not have been using blood of the pureblood virgin. She smirked this could be her chance. So with and elegant move she undid the bathroom and let it barely hang on her draping over one shoulder she slipped in to the room and at Hamilton’s cough she moved to the bed. Slipping in to it she threw her bathroom at the death eater as she straddled the old mans hips.

“My love”

She whispered as she looked in to his eyes that were glaring at her.

“This is not the time to do this. Mia.”

He’d said in a sharp tone, Mia pouted and ran her hands down his chest leaning in to him.

“Please my lord I want him to watch, I want him to know that I am yours. Please my lord. Show me.”

She said pouting as her hands circled around his belly button. He was still glaring at her as she moved to take his cock between her lips. His hand shoot out and buried it in her hair. She’d only given him head twice before and she had been a god at it.

Mia had smirked around him and put her arse in the air and wiggled it for Hamilton as he grinned and watched. Voldemort was glaring at him glaring as she moved up his body. She’d grabbed his wand and he was tied to the bed.

“Take these off before you regret it child.”

Mia grinned as she traced her tongue along his neck.

“I love to see you like this my lord, let me dominate you”

She whispered as she moved to pose her self above him. She smirked to him and moved her self so her slit was rubbing against the top of his head the moans from Hamilton were drowned out by his hissed answer as she slid him in to her. She gasped and tried not to cry out as she felt her self-splitting open. She forgot about the earlier play. Her nails dug in to his chest and brought red almost pink blood to the surface and he hissed at the pain fighting against the restraints that would not break. He even tried wand less magic, but sadly that failed as well. She had a smirk on her face as she stopped moving and glared at him, something akin to pain across his face as she held up the wand to him.

“You tom are a heartless bastard you know no love, you will never know love, nor will you know anything I have that I could ever give you, I have never found you anything other then a sake hearted basted. You had no mother she left you tom. Your father ran away, this is what you do to people tom, you push them away from you because NONE of us want to be around you, you’ve watched me be broken, let me break you”

She hissed out his own wand was pointed to his chest and he wasn’t flinching wasn’t moving. She glared at him and tilted her head.

“Any last words?”

He looked at her a broken look in his eyes.

“I love you Mia”

“You love nothing!”

She hissed out and looked away to the door. Where Severus had his wand out and was pointing it at the door locking it. She grinned and turned to him.

“Distrugg il desiderio, distrugg il dolore, voi mai non sarà intero ancora, morte è il vostro curse, vita è il vostro regalo. Trasmetta indietro il dolore, tolga la rabbia, siete ancora ora e per sempre giovani. Tolga le memorie e frequentati oltre, tolgono tutto il quello. Diavi indietro qualcosa che non abbiate avuti mai. Infanzia. Benedetto sia.”

She hissed out and tom looked to her with shocked eyes as a primal scream ripped through his lips, she fell to the bed no body under her and she cried. For the first time in a very long time she cried. Noting was going to be ok and for the first time in a very long time the Curse that she had placed on her self to create Mia was lifted. There lay a broken and soulless girl. She had done her job and as she looked up at Hamilton her eyes slid shut.

“Forever peace”

She whispered, he nodded and moved to the window and with his wand pulled out the window he shoot the sign of the order of the phoenix sign in to the air. The whole complex went silent other then the soft cries from the bed.

“They know Mia.”

“Don’t call me that”

Hermione whispered as she moved to grab her clothes collapsing as the world around her went black. She no longer was Hermione either, she was nothing, Mia was what she had become when the books and the world has showed her she wasn’t always right. Mia was her plan to save the world. She and Snape towards the beginning of the war knowing that Voldemort wanted her had thought up Mia. But as it seamed Mia was short lived. The bookworm had not only become the savior of the world but was allowed to live that life as the girl she had once been. The innocence she had tried to keep had been left alone. There she lay in her black world. Things in life get twisted and turned to a point where up is down and down is up. But when one loses what they once were they find a piece that is unknown to others. When one completes their destiny they let them self’s go and fly away on the wings of butterflies.

Somewhere else in a world much different form the real one, a small boy played with a small girl and they giggled as one. In our world, twelve young men were carried off to be sentenced to death as well as 184 Deatheaters that were caught at the Manor that evening. The newspapers were finally free to write as they wish. One Rita Sketter was sentenced to life in Azkaban after being found to be one of the death eaters.



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Thank you, I hope you liked it. I know the ending is bad and I’m planning on rewriting the ending or a sequel I’m not quite sure. As always constrictive criticisms cool. Just try to help out a bit if your going to hack me down and turn me to bits… Not to mention don’t leave a mess on the floor.
Thank you, for reading and I really hope that you guys enjoyed it.