An excerpt
"Tell me girl" a growl echos against the stone walls. The room chills as he speaks, this man, who looks more serpent than wizard.
"Your name" he hisses slamming his bare foot on the back of her head. She spits out a tooth, blood, her vision spotted. Her black hair is matted with blood, only some of it is her own.
Her fingers touch the leather strap encircling her wrist. She utters a sigh, a moment of distraction, he would come. They all would come.
She makes eye contact with her captor, blood oozes from a gash that stretches from her hairline to her collarbone. She clenches her teeth.
"My name is Lady Potter" she grins, jutting out her her chin defiantly. "surely you would remember my mother's funeral, Tom." Her voice shakes, her muscles twitch.
"LIAR" He hisses, his voice more serpent than man.
"crucio, crucio CRUCIO" The pain enters first through her finger tips. Her body convulses, her spine arching toward the sky. The world spins, her vision is fuzzy, a lurching feeling in her stomach and then blackness. A void of all sight.
She can hear someone screaming. A nightmare of a sound. Hoarse, like bone against concrete. Her head pulses with pain- hard and white hot. Her neurons fire like needles in her skull.
"Now are you ready to talk", he drawls the old British town of his upbringing leaking into his voice. She spits blood at him and pushes herself off the ground with trembling limbs.
"if you want to talk feelings, at least buy me dinner first but you should know Riddle, I'm taken" she grins a ghost of a smile plastered against her face, her teeth covered with blood.
She is maxima, the greatest, the most powerful. She is the explosion. Beautiful and devastating. Another spell. She is blinded, her mind pounding and throbbing. Her ears ring.
The ground shakes, it trembles at her will. She is no longer captive but orchestrator. Her vision returns. He is on the ground, her standing on shaking limbs but standing.
She points her wand into his throat, his lies meters away. The trembling ground had thrown it from his hand. Electricity crackles in the dead air. Magic is palpable in the open room.
"I am Maxima Halley Potter. Once I was Hermione Granger. But I am a friend of time." magical energy zaps across the room, there is lightning, thunder. A storm that has been coming for a long time has finally reached.
"Know my name, know it is me that kills you, who has been killing every part of you for years. I am Maxima Potter, meet your death, Thomas Riddle"
She slices her hand through the air. It is not a spell she has learned, yet she knows at her magical core that this will kill him. He is lifted towards the ceiling and then flung to the ground. His bones crunch and shatter upon impact. His head lolls to a side. His lips are pressed into a final smile.
She collapses on the ground, someone is screaming, sobbing. He is dead they chant, it may even be her laughing, crying, screaming. He is dead, but she has sacrificed so much for this. Her soul may be just as fragmented as his. She hears the movement of people. A camera shutter. The ringing in her ears continues. Her heart pounds.
"MAX"
A familiar voice. He has come. She knew he would. He figured it out. Hands grip her clothing, touch her face, her arms almost too hard. Safe. She is safe. For the first time in years she feels safe.
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