she causes man's insides to decay, and after a while, it slowly crawls up from beneath their skin - and only then do they truly rot.
━ IN WHICH
hydra grey looses everyone,
and herself along the way.
( fem!oc x harry j potter )
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ONE ━━━━━━ ✧ the curious case of hydra grey ( NUMBER 12 GRIMMAULD PLACE 1995 )
༊*·˚ "YOU DO KNOW what this means?"
People speak of wars as the bestial thing that man has brought and created upon the earth at times, and at other times, they speak of it as the sole good thing that man has brought to the world.
Hapless. That was the only word Hydra Grey could use to explain how war felt, if not exactly what it was. Completely hapless was she, to be born into a bloodline of witches; and she wasn't just any witch — she wasn't just the sort that went to Hogwarts or even Beaubaxtons or the type who would cast charms to make a newborn laugh just because they wouldn't stop weeping. No.
She was a witch. Feared by beasts and men alike, for everything withers slowly at her touch. They wither inexorably; she causes man's insides to decay, and after a while, it slowly crawls up from beneath their skin — and only then do they truly rot.
Completely hapless was she, to have her name cast and sewed within the stars, at the very beginning of time is what Dumbledore called it.
"Fate, Hydra," is all he explained, "All this is your fate,"
"Yes, Professor," Hydra responds, and it was only now that she had completely glanced at Professor Dumbledore fully, "I understand,"
She swears (or she thinks), that as he nods she could see pity laced thinly within his smile and she asks: "Do you pity me, Professor?" The question comes out harsher than she had anticipated it to be. Her tone of voice makes her frown slightly.
"No," The Professor breathes, standing up now from the chair, "No, Hydra, I do not pity you — I see no reason to,"
"Why?" she asks, the frown still prominent in her brows.
He shrugs, "I see no reason to. While you might not want this to be your fate, it is, and above all, it is your fate for a reason," —he pauses— "And I don't believe you would want me, or anyone, to pity you either. Am I correct?"
"Yes," Hydra answers almost too quickly, "And professor?" she asks as he walks out the door, "How will I control it?"
Dumbledore blinked, "It will take time," he answers, "But for now, keep the bracelet on, I do hope it isn't getting too small?"
Hydra could only manage a little grin in response to his wit. "It's quite alright sir. It's still a wonderful fit."
And Hydra was left alone.
✧
༊*·˚ CASSANDRA BLACK IS sprawled on her bed with her legs idly resting in an L-shape against the wall. At Hydra's inquiry to her position, Cassandra —or Cassie, as she prefers to be called— sent her a mere shrug.
