The wood of the patio creaked beneath the witch's worn out shoes as she frantically knocked on the door to the Malfoy Manor; almost ripping off the silver door handle as she tried to tried to open the locked door, her wand carelessly forgotten in her pocket as a result of her panic. "Open the door Malfoy!" She yelled as she banged her small fist against the large oak door.
"Please, please, please" she muttered to herself repeatedly as if it was a spell that would unlock the door if she willed it hard enough. She rubbed her eyes with the balls of her palm hoping that this was all a bad dream; in that moment it wasn't. "Pierce, you need to leave" Malfoy breathed heavily as he stood in the now open door way with a smear of blood on his cheek.
"Is that blood? Move out of the way Malfoy" she seethed as she stalked towards him. "You don't want to do this Sage" he said as he placed his cold hand around her small wrist to stop her from moving any further. Sage yanked her wrist away from his unwanted hold and sprinted past him into the foyer of his house.
"Which way?" she breathed heavily. "Sage..." he was interrupted by a thud that came from her right, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand straight; the coldness that emitted from the corridor informed her that was the direction she had to turn to. Sage didn't bother looking Draco's way as she ran towards the sound; ignoring the yells of protest and squeaking of dragon skin shoes on the floor behind her.
She yanked open the cherry wood door that stood at the end of the hallway. She didn't expect to see them. She didn't expect this to be the outcome. She didn't expect him to kill his own followers. But she couldn't deny it. Not when it was right before her wet eyes.
Her gaze dropped to her mother's limp body on the floor of the Malfoy's dining room then to her father's unmoving body that lay beside it. Their eyes open and glassy, their dry pale lips slightly parted, a single tear falling from her mother's eye, their outstretched hands touching.
"No" she whispered, shaking her head. She tried to walk over to them but she couldn't seem to move her feet. She couldn't seem to cry. She couldn't seem to look anywhere but the blood that was seeping out from underneath her parents. She felt like a statue incapable of movement, tears, emotion.
"Sage Pierce" his cold voice reverberated on the four walls of the dining room making her drop to her knees. "It was their fault, young girl" he hissed as his pale feet stepped into the blood as he stalked towards her, making footprints on the marble floor.
"Now you know what happens to people who cross me" he whispered as he stroked her head before leaving the room. She felt cold scales brush against her leg as his snake followed behind him, leaving her alone in the room with her parent's dead bodies.
"Sage!" She heard Malfoy's voice as he tried to shake her but her gaze never fell from the bodies that were twisted at an awkward angle. "Sage, listen to me!" he shouted in her face, his peppermint breath that usually cause her comfort now unwanted and unnecessary.
"Sage wake up!" Malfoy's voice transformed into Pansy's as Sage awoke with a start. "Fuck Sage, you scared me" Pansy breathed a sigh of relief as she wrapped her warm arms around her friend's shaking body. "I thought they'd stopped" Pansy whispered into Sage's ear as she stroked her sweaty hair. "I forgot the dreamless sleep draught" Sage said emotionlessly as Pansy pulled away.
"It's not something you can just forget Pierce, you need to remember it every night" she said sternly. Sage looked over to Millicent Bulstrode's bed to see her sitting up with her arms crossed, an irate look on her face. "I'm sorry for waking you. Both of you" Sage said as she looked back over at Pansy.
"You know I don't care" Pansy rolled her eyes with a small smile on her face. "Well I do so next time take your damn draught" Millicent spat as she pulled her duvet over her body. "Ignore her" Pansy rolled her eyes.
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Delectation • Fred Weasley
FanfictionSage Pierce didn't love Fred Weasley. He asked if she loved him and she said she didn't. She didn't love him. It was the simple fact that the cells in her blood and the cells in his attracted each other like magnets. She didn't love him. It was the...