REWRITING THE DEVIL'S FATE❥

P R O L O G U E

The world stopped spinning, the girl fell forward in the grassy field that was somewhat muddy and wet. The girl looked around with wide eyes, her bottom lip trembling, her breath came out raspy, sucking in as much air as she could. The side of her face was against the prickly grass, with much effort she turned and laid on her back, her face towards the beautiful night sky, twinkling stars that seemed to smile upon her as though trying to comfort her. But she felt as if nothing could make her smile again, she wanted to cry and sob like a scared little girl, but something won't let her and it only made her worse. She felt water fall on her face, it started to drizzle as if the night sky was crying for her in some sort of pity with the way her life turned out, with every drop that fell on her face made parts of her skin burn, but it didn't bother her.

She wore a white t-shirt that was mostly covered in red, hidden behind a pink zip up hoodie, it had blood stains all over, whose blood? She had no idea. Her hoodie was burned all the way in some places exposing her skin, which had turned red with burns, she also wore tight black leggings, torn in different places, her hands rested on either side of her face on the fresh grass, both covered in dried blood, she opened her right hand which was closed tightly, fresh blood dripping slowly down her arm, golden shards stabbed through her palm, she suddenly felt throbbing pain travel through her hand, making her suck in a breath.

Her left thigh was ringing with pain, she had suffered a stab wound that was done by a cursed dagger,

Bellatrix that psycho....

She felt suffocated in her own skin, like she was screaming on the top of her lungs but no one could hear or help her, she closed her eyes as she remembered the dead bodies on ground, some friend, others foe. She should have learnt by now life is not fair, so she should get used to it. Death does not care about how many hearts you have touched. She does not care whose life you changed, or how much money you donated or squandered. She does not care if you were a great saint or a diabolical sinner. She simply waits.

 Everything has a natural course of action and that individuals can't change this. Love/death/life doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints, as long it had a beating heart it was her's to take. If death has taught her anything it is the importance of living in the present and cherishing the time we have with loved ones.

She felt alone in this cruel world, growing up she didn't have anyone, but her brother, who loved her and cherished her, they only taught of her as a waste of space, something to throw away when not needed. That was what was carved into her head by her Aunt and Uncle, that she was useless and unloved, they couldn't even bare the thought of saying her name as though she was not worthy of it, they treated her less than human and more like a slave.

'Girl' was her name, that is what she was called her whole childhood, even now she could hear her Aunt screaming at her for the littlest things. Her brother was her only source of comfort, he would take the blame when she had done a mistake, took beatings for her, protected her. At those times she was too young to understand and when she asked about it he would just tell her it was nothing, she couldn't see the pain hidden behind his emerald green eyes, blindly trusting the forced smile on his face. 

She remembered how he would kiss her forehead and tell her a made up bed time story with little sound effects to make her laugh. Harry James Potter gave up his childhood so that she could live hers, a good enough one he hoped,  to create many good memories in hope to bury the bad ones deep inside where it cannot be reached. He cared about her more than he did himself and now he's gone....they are all gone.

And there was nothing she could do. They had lost, he won, thousands of lives lost in vain because she had messed up, it was all her fault.

Her shaky hand reached her pocket, she pulled a mirror. Not just any mirror, it was the one that Sirius gave her and Harry so that they can communicate with him whenever they please, but this was very unfortunate as they only found out about this after Sirius fell in veil and disappeared forever, this was the only memory of him left behind, proof that he was there for them and she missed him terribly, even though he was not her godfather, he loved her more than life itself and swore that if trouble comes her way, he would swoop in and save her and that's what got him killed.