The Blood on the Curtains
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,443
Reviews:
0
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.
The Blood on the Curtains
Disclaimer: I don\'t own HP.
Golden light shines through the frayed curtains. They used to be made of silk and satin, but were now stained with the time and the blood and all those horrible things that she never wanted spilled. Ever. He didn\'t buy her anything any more, and it disappointed her. What was the point of being rich if no one was going to spend the galleons?
She used to nag at him for his ways, but not since she caught the raven-haired girl with the same blood in her veins under the sheets that fell neglected, writhing with the man she loved with the blond and gray hair she used to adore... No, she never spoke a word. Neither did the boy. The boy that looked too much like him. The boy that was sent away for it. She didn\'t want him to see.
She lived a life now that was simple, fore no house-elf was allowed since the one that was treacherous. She hated the life that she, at one time, desperately wanted.
The blood and the horrible things that she never wanted to spill was dripping off of the curtains again. The droplets were sinking into the carpet. The carpet they picked out themselves. Maybe she shouldn\'t do that from now on?
Golden light shines through the frayed curtains. They used to be made of silk and satin, but were now stained with the time and the blood and all those horrible things that she never wanted spilled. Ever. He didn\'t buy her anything any more, and it disappointed her. What was the point of being rich if no one was going to spend the galleons?
She used to nag at him for his ways, but not since she caught the raven-haired girl with the same blood in her veins under the sheets that fell neglected, writhing with the man she loved with the blond and gray hair she used to adore... No, she never spoke a word. Neither did the boy. The boy that looked too much like him. The boy that was sent away for it. She didn\'t want him to see.
She lived a life now that was simple, fore no house-elf was allowed since the one that was treacherous. She hated the life that she, at one time, desperately wanted.
The blood and the horrible things that she never wanted to spill was dripping off of the curtains again. The droplets were sinking into the carpet. The carpet they picked out themselves. Maybe she shouldn\'t do that from now on?