“Hey.” Anna dully looked up to see Draco standing above her - an odd look in his eye. “What are you doing?”
“Here?” She looked around the empty library. “Studying, I guess.”
Draco shook his head. “That’s not what I meant.”
He took the seat across from her, sighing deeply. “Stop this.”
“Stop what?”
“You know what.” He snapped back. “You haven’t talked to anyone in weeks. And with bothersome friends like yours, that’s an impressive feat.”
Anna chuckled darkly. “They don’t want to talk to me. Ginny and I haven’t talked since the train, and my brother and I haven’t had a real conversation since school ended.”
She knew she should be talking to somebody. Isolation wasn’t the best strategy, but she couldn’t bear to pretend anymore. Pretend to smile, like she was entirely okay. That everything in her life was perfect.
It was much easier to be alone - or with Boudica - then to be around people.
“Stop playing this game with yourself. They’re worried about you. All of them. Bloody hell, your brother came up to me and begged me to talk to you.”
Anna side-eyed him. “Really?” She asked incredulously.
Draco cocked a smile. “Well, maybe not begged. But there was definitely some pleading.”
For the first time in what felt like a long time, she allowed herself a small smile, and for a moment, it was like everything was the same.
“Hey, do you see her?” Anna’s eyes shifted over to the ravenclaw fourth-years by a set of nearby bookshelves. “That’s the girl who went crazy last year. I heard from her old best friend that she tried to kill Bellatrix Lestrange last year with a Cruciatus curse.”
“Lestrange?” The second girl giggled. “She really thought she stood a chance?”
“Where else do you think she got that scar from?”
Absent-mindedly, she touched the scar that ran across her collarbones - exposed by the thin straps of her camisole. It hadn’t been a product of Bellatrix, but hearing that others were creating stories about her behind her back still made her blood boil.
They mentioned Ginny. She was involved.
Her fingers clenched her wand.
She met Draco’s knowing eyes.
“Don’t do it.” His voice was low. “They aren’t worth it.”
Anna looked away from him, standing up. “I’m done playing the good guy.”
“Anna-”
She began stalking towards them, spinning her wand between her fingers until the two girls finally noticed her - backing away a few steps as she stopped a few feet away from them.
“You were talking about me?” Anna asked, her calm tone contrasting the burning inferno happening inside of her.
“What I-” The first girl laughed nervously. “I’m sorry. I just overheard-”
“Do you know how I got my scar?” She stepped forward. “Were you there?”
“Well, no. But-”
“Exactly. You weren’t. You don’t know anything.” Bloodlust clouded her senses - overpowering any rationality. “Maybe I should give you scars like mine.”
Draco stood behind her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Anna. Don’t-”
“Minutio.”
Thick crimson lines appeared under their throats, blood spilling down their fronts - mimicking the place where Anna’s scar was. One girl screamed in agony as the other collapsed to the ground in sobs.
Yet all she could feel was an odd sense of pride within her chest.
What was wrong with her?
“Anna!” Deacon chastised her. He cursed under his breath as he ran to the girls, checking their wounds.
“I’ll bring you two to Madam Pomfrey.” He met their eyes. “You’ll tell her that it was an accident. You were practicing spells together, and mispronounced one.”
“What-why?” The girl sobbed. “She’s gone mad!”
“You’ll do it, or you’ll have to deal with me.” The dangerous shimmer in his eyes caused an ominous silence in the room. “Let’s go.”
But before he left, he looked back at Anna, letting her know that he wasn’t done with her yet before he finally left the library - the girls in tow.
The sound of applause suddenly reached her ears, and she turned around to see none other than Pansy Parkinson, stepping forward as she clapped slowly.
“Wow, Potter.” She smirked. “I didn’t know you even had crazy in you. Yet you might be crazier than me.”
Anna scoffed, beginning to pack up her books. “What do you want, Parkinson?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Her eyes glinted with mischief. “I’m asking you to be my friend.”
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More Dark Anna has been provided!
I'm enjoying writing her 'evil arc' - I think she's always had some darkness in her, but she's never been able to fully let it out until more recently(namely after what happened between her and bellatrix in the ministry of magic).
Especially now, without her friends, she's falling deeper and deeper into the darkness inside of her. The only question is how deep that darkness goes.
I hope you all have a good week and happy summer for those of you in school!
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