Penny Haywood one shots

Born on Different Sides Part 1

For the record, I used Google translate for the potion's name, and if the translation is wrong, blame it. Not me.

Born as a Death Eater, I was taught of the Avada Kedavra curse from an young age. I learned many hexes, charms, and curses. I mastered the unforgivable curses, and had ended the lives of many people. In all of my life, I've been pretty much emotionless. Some might call me a Sociopath, but I didn't care. Don't even mention the word love. I've never seen someone fell in love with each other, not with the other Death Eaters, nor my parents. The only reason why they married each other was because they were both Pure-Blood.

  I, I was their creation. I was going to be the sucessor for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, I was going to take over the world. A part of me knew that it was wrong, but I didn't have any choice. That's what I thought before I met you....You were the all Penny Haywood, while I had the nickname, "Dragon Slaughterer" and "The Silencer", which may be because I actually had to do kill one, a Chinese Fireball no less.

  I didn't have any friends, at least not real ones. The ones who were my friends were people who wanted power, who wanted to be on the side with the powerful. I was a prodigy, in Charms, potions, Defense Against Dark Arts, etc. I was always praised by the teachers, but I didn't care. All I cared about was to practice the spells, and the potions. One day, unlike the others. You came over to me, and stretched your hand to me.

"Hi, your name is MC, right?" She smiled, but it wasn't like the others, with hunger in their eyes, instead it has a soft aura, that make me become interested in her. "What." I became cautious because I didn't know what her intentions were. "Calm down, I'm here because I wanted to meet you. I don't have any intentions." I glared at them. "Fine." "What are you doing right now?" She asked, looking over.

"....I'm trying to create a new potions and-HEY, DON'T TOUCH IT!" I slapped their hands away from the potion.
"Cheapskate." she mumbled.
"Aren't you aiming to become a potioneer? If you really do want to become one, then you must remember NOT to touch or consume it if you don't know which is it, and it's effects."

She looked downcast. Well, at least I saved her from the potion. The one I was creating had a small effect to it, which was death in 30 minutes, and not only does the victim die in 30 minutes if they touch or drink the potion, but it also kills anyone who touches it 10 minutes after the victim was dead. Not only is it very deadly, but only half a tablespoon is needed in order to do the job. I named it Tactu Mortem because in latin, it meant death touch.

"Leave."
"Then can we talk to each other again?"
"No."
"But-"
"No buts."
"Plea-"
"It's final."
"Then I won't stop bugging you."
"FINE!" I finally snapped.
"See you later!" She waved goodbye.

I poured the 3 quarts of potion into the bottles with the help of my wand. 192 tbsp, so if I use it all, I can at least kill 192 people. After pouring it into 15 very large potion bottles, I used the spell I invented when I was a second year student.

"Poche Spatiale" I chanted. Immediately, a space opened right before me, and I tossed the bottles in carelessly, one by one.