𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲 , marlene mckinnon

𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐯𝐢. Paralyzed

" i can make it right "

That night Charlotte met with old faces she didn't want to see, Evelyn Adler's arrest was turned to the public but her whereabouts hidden. People doubted she was really arrested but for a whole week, Death eaters stopped bringing menace to the world and was rumoured to have been searching for their Queen. Though they did not completely disappear, it was becoming rare and people were beginning to be glad.

In reality, Voldemort was wrecking each of his followers to do a better job in tracking Evelyn down, afraid she was dead since he can't feel her magic like before. The idea to search his daughter's mind by force came too late but he did see Charlotte giving a stunned Evelyn to Dumbledore'd hands though the information to where was shut close, never aching to be broken.

In a few hours or maybe minutes, Charlotte knew she would have to fight. But for now, she was sitting down on the grass, besides a concrete grave and resting her arms on her knees, staring at the engraved name with a million of thoughts. Whether good or bad, deep down, she knew Marlene would be so disappointed in her for all the damage she'd done, the people she hurt and killed.

Like Travers and Avery, and a few more not worth remembering. Travers's death was extremely difficult to forget. Everytime Charlotte looks down on her hands, she'd see blood or bruises on her knuckles for punching the man so hard, she could almost break her own wrist. She could hear him scream in agony for the torture she put him in.

That time, Charlotte felt numb that she didn't care what Marlene would think of her then. For torturing a man, not innocent but still a man. After she killed him, she had a tiny regret but that was all. In fact, she did enjoy killing him for he stood by and watched Marlene get killed.

"you must hate me, can't blame you." Charlotte mutters, looking on her hands as she circles the ring she wore, laced with a familiar golden shade back in Hogwarts. Though she much preferred green, this seems tolerable especially when it's suppose to be hers to claim as an engagement ring.

Ever since... well, her birthday, Charlotte felt the need to avenge Marlene and her family's death. It was the least she could do and by every day that passed, she felt like losing herself and it was only beginning. She would never threaten a Goblin in Gringott's just to get what she wants, she would've acted smart and transfigured herself into someone else. But she did the former and been one of very few people to have break in the bank and slipped away without a scratch.

Perhaps all those protective enchantments weren't strong enough for her.

"hate me as you will, but i will never stop until he's dead." Charlotte whispers, eyes filled hatred and exhaustion but her face remains stone. She wasn't talking to anyone that she could see but no matter how ridiculous it may sound, she hoped Marlene was listenin to her right now. "i'd rather have him rotting in a cell before your death happened, Marls. but now, he deserves nothing, not even life."

She would disagree. Marlene would've somehow convinced her that death isn't the answer. It would never be. But she wasn't here and Charlotte would have the strength and courage to kill her own father. It was what everyone wants for freedom of their own, especially those who are not Pure-bloods.

Before standing up, Charlotte places a crimson red rose on top of Marlene's grave (like what she's done with the Marlene's family's, but theirs was white) and stands up with her hands in her pocket. Winter was coming, air colder than yesterday.

Looking down on the moving picture, she can't feel anything but numbness. Even when she sees Marlene laughing, wearing her Gryffindor jersey for quidditch and stood besides Lily Evans (at the time.) They seem happy enough to not care about the future like they should have. The photograph pinched Charlotte's rotting heart, more than what she admits.

Charlotte missed her so much that it made her want to die.

"i'll make it right, i promise."

Her finger merely grazed at the head of the gravestone as she walked past it, likely thought that she touched her once more before disappearing beneath the air, before muggles could see her there. The cold air welcomes her in the foul empty street of a deserted village, a tall building on her right crippled in sorched concrete and its debris and ashes on the front of its sidewalk.

Almost too immediately, a Death eater appears in front of her through dark smoke and feet lands on ground before they could cast a verbal spell. The ends of Charlotte's clothes flew backwards but did not remove, her palm blocking the attack. Before the Death eater could retract, she was more faster and thrusted her palm forwad, red magic hits them faster than how Charlotte could see.

The sound of body drops on the ground.

Charlotte would have felt remorse but she walks past the body like it was nothing.

Perhaps someone was watching she cannot see. Someone who would have been disappointed at her for stealing yet another life.

Then when she faced whom everybody in the world feared, the very person whose name made you tremble, Charlotte waves her hand that made Bellatrix Lestrange and a masked Death eater drop on the ground, possibly dead, alive, she didn't care enough to know what spell she used. For now, she cared much on making Voldemort hurt in the most cruel ways even with his shredding red eyes making her feel small.