Harry potter one shots

Bury a friend|| Billie Eilish|| Percival Graves

I never recalled what had happened after I did it, all I knew was that it was not the first time. Being brought back into consciousness after the act was like water being coughed out of your lungs after a near drowning experience. My breath was fast and aggressive.

He saw it all, he saw the beast. Now this would be the part where people run, far away, and the part where I would cry in an alley corner until I had no tears left. However, he seemed to move closer.
"Maybe he hadn't seen it" I thought to myself but knew that was unlikely.
He leaned down on one knee and looked directly at me, then he held out a hand.

"It's okay, no one can hurt you" those words were enough to make me fall, his dark eyed were soft and caring. His hair was black, but grey was coming through either sides of his head, clearly he was much older than me but I didn't care.

Graves took care of me, he met up with me three or more times a week helped my physical wounds from a suppressive home that I didn't like to talk about, and healed my emotional wounds too.

"You're different, don't threat because that's beautiful" he'd whisper "you can control it. Control it and you can do wonders" he'd promise
"What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me?" I asked in a shaky breath one night when we were standing between two tall buildings where no one could see us.
"I want to help you, you're not scary you're human"
"What do you know?" I questioned, no one had ever been so kind to me especially not a brilliant man like Percival Graves, he had a plan and I needed to know what, I'd do anything for him. Why els did he care for me?
"Saying it, spit it out, what is it exactly?"

Graves held a breath then he spoke of the tale of the three brothers, who using the magical arts tricked death. Death granted them each one prize. The eldest required a wand much more powerful than any wand ever made, so death fashioned him one from an elder tree near by. The second brother asked for the power to call loved ones from the grave, so death gave him a stone with such strengths. Finally, the third brother asked for something that could allow him to never be followed by death, this brother was given an invisibility cloak.
The first brother was murdered after proudly killing a man when he was drunk in power. The second brother killed himself when we saw his loved one was unhappy in the grave. The third brother was never found by death until his old age where he welcomed death as an old friend.
With these three artefacts (the deathly hallows) he could be the most powerful wizard of all, but he needed me.

"Am I satisfactory?" I worried
"Today all I'm thinking about are things that are deadly" Graves replied. I knew I would do anything for the man that took me in with open arms I would Step on the glass, staple my tongue, even kill the son. When I was with graves I felt truly me, I wasn't burying a friend.

I still struggled with being an Obscurial, sometimes I would break. I'm a coner whispering over and over again "I wanna end me. I wanna, I wanna, I wanna... end me" most of the time I kept him in the dark, but what had he expected? He was so driven on me being his art, I was his star we were connected.

It then came to executing the plan "expose the Wizarding community, make them scared" he ordered. So I stood in the centre of a crowded town and waited for my queue, it did arrive but I was distracted. I knew when I erupted, that would be it for whoever got in my way. Children were playing hop scotch and throwing pebbles, while mothers shopped for bread and milk. Businessmen and shop workers slaved for their family, and I was going to destroy them like I were a tornado of rage. I didn't want it. I looked at graves with a pleading look in my eyes "I can't" I mouthed.

Graves took me to a bar, crowded enough to ensure neither of us lost our cool. He looked so disappointed in me, I felt helpless and ashamed. I said I'd do anything for him, but maybe I had my line.

"You said you'd do it but we knew right from the start that you'd fall apart" he laughed coldly, making me shiver. I looked down at my hands that were trembling with anxiety "honestly, I thought you'd be dead by now" He sternly stayed "if it wasn't for me you probably would be" I kept my head held down. In that moment I realised I either could bury the hatchet or bury a friend.

I was drawn to Graves, attracted to him like a magnet, it has always been like that. I owe him. The debt I owe, gotta sell my soul, I can't say no, no, I can't say no. My limbs were frozen, but I spoke anyway.
"I would Step on the glass, staple my tongue. I'd bury a friend" I promised.

"Well then, what are you waiting for" he smirked.

As you can see ladies and gentlemen of the jury, it was all my fault, I owed my soul to the devil. I was the wreck of America's wizards.