In the Eyes of a Serpent by 802betty
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The Transforming of a Child
The man who still stood before me smiled wickedly, “The process is not yet complete! It’s time for the most crucial part!” He took a few steps back, pulled out a wooden stick from his robes, and while pointing the stick at me he screamed, “Crucio!”
The Bigger They Are, the Harder They Fall
“What has he done to you?” he cried. I smiled, everything that is for the better,” I whispered to him and whipped out my wand, pointing it at him. His eyes widened, but before he could say anything, I whispered one spell, then yelled out, “Avada Kedavra!” A burst of green light shot out of my wand.
Hunting Down Prey
Just barely, no more than a breath, I heard someone whisper behind me, “Imperio.” Then everything went black.
Now knowing our past I knew this would be the hardest thing for her to accept me. But I hoped she would. I hated to say it, but I knew she was my only hope. She was the only one that could help me now. I needed her.
The Blur of These Events are Blinding
"Bloody hell woman! If I stay with you any longer I'll be in crutches!" he whined as he scooted away from my injury inducing hands.
The Snakes' Meeting
The snake’s slit eyes continued to size me up and I could tell he was strategizing on how to kill me. I backed up a step and stared at the snake in horror. Voldemort hissed, “Kill him!” And the snake sprung at me, fangs bared.
Pure Terror and Skyward Beauties
Ginny looked down at me with a cruel grin on her face. She looked down at me and began to laugh. Her fiery, red hair was blowing behind her as if she was in front of a fan, and her eyes blazed a bright blue. Ginny stepped forwards to me before mocking me,
The Secret Labyrinth of the Mind
My eyes were so focused on searching for a little patch of platinum locks, I didn’t notice the dark figure creeping towards me. Suddenly a hand shot out, muffling my scream, and a second one pinned my wand arm painfully behind my back. I felt a tear slip through my lashes at the pain, and a soft voice whispered into my ear behind me, “Got you now my filthy mudblood. The Dark Lord will be so pleased.”
Operation Prison Break
I was ripped from the warm cradle of my dreams by someone shaking my shoulders vigorously. My eyes snapped open to behold a shadowy figure looming over me, his entire being indiscernible by the hooded cloak he wore. The hand that had shaken me started to reach for me once more, but was interrupted by a sound, my earsplitting scream.
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