𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐃

Chapter 2

Ratings: T, but will be M

Warnings: torture, abuse (mental, physical and emotional), character bashing, character death.

I own nothing, J.K Rowling does.

Ch.2: (several pov, so please pay attention)

The smell of blood reach his nose and he reveled in it. This was the day of his victory, of their victory. All of the years that they withstood torture, abuse and were used as weapons paid off.

This was their time.

He step over the mangled body parts and slain his enemies without remorse. He felt pride to be able to do so. They were nothing, but mindless sheep and prejudiced fools. They made their enslavement possible.

The mask covered their faces, but he turned to look for her and found her. Her eyes always gave her away. He could recognize those black eyes anywhere. They were dark pools that showed the meaningless of human life. She too cut through their enemies without sorrow. The day they had been abandoned and forgotten was the day that they had damned themselves.

Every tear, plea and drop of blood that they had shed flashed in front of him. They had sacrificed and killed in order to rise an empire on the dead bodies of the worthless.

And he wondered for the hundredth time that if Muggles were correct in asserting a God existed, then the both of them were damned thrice over. He killed a girl that looked no older than fifteen, but he still felt nothing and based on her mechanical movement neither did she.

Without a pause, they continued to move forward in the battle. In front of them stood the wizard that they hated most in the world. Since, they were five they had dreamed of this day when they would kill him, but a simple death was not. They had inherited their mentor's habit of playing with their prey.

A smirk crossed his face when he saw his fear. He knew that they had been betrayed, that they were the ones that had caused so much death. What did he expect? Years of abuse and torture did not break them, no it angered them. It made them stronger, so that they would one day avenge themselves.

He heard her laughter. It was a mixture of insanity, happiness and victory. Twelve years since they decided to not be their pawns and together they raised their wands.

But as they fired off the cruciaius curse, they were hit with purple flashes that collided with their spell and caused them to black out.

Then they felt nothing and saw nothing, but blackness. A blackness that seemed to consume them whole and slowly the levels of raw magic increased and created electricity.

It was benefitting that he was not alone, but with her. They made always been together. They bled for the another and took food from their own mouth to make sure the other stayed alive when they were children. And as they grew other, they had their backs whipped for each other when the other was too weak. They hugged each other and offered comfort when the coldness had become too much. Or when they just wanted to give up, they thought of each other knowing that they kept the other alive.

And he looked into her black eyes and saw that determination to live and knew that it was reflected in his. That spark to live never died out even when grief brought them to their knees. They would stand together.

And with that she raised her hands and manipulated the raw levels of energy around them to create a shield around them. With a snap of his fingers, he numbed that air around them and used raw magic to immobilize those weaker than them. He held out his right arm and traced the mark that they both loved and with a spell reflected it into the sky. And slowly the darkness cleared.