Write a short fanfic [earn points!]

[Rowan Dalton]

Fanfic contest.

rules.

___write a short fanfic about any character/s/ on Morsmordre.
___post the fanfic here.
___don't make it extremely long or extremely short.

points.

___first place: 30 points.
___second place: 25 points.
___third place: 15 points.
___entering: 5 points.

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[Prof. Jasper Black]

Hogwarts, September 12, 2011


Glaring in the general direction of Kingley Macleod, Jasper Black pursed her lips in frustration. They’d been broken up for a week now and he was already over there chatting up super slut Melanie Shatterly. Yeah, she was pissed. So, here she was, sitting on a wall with best friend Astrid Longhorn looking for her another man. They’d strategically placed themselves in the Courtyard, but were unfortunately followed by Kingley and Emmett with that slut.

Astrid had been very attentive with this certain project, to Jasper’s dismay. So, there they were. Astrid squeaking out her approval on every tall, dark, and handsome that had walked by. Jasper, in response, had tuned out her best friend, looking amongst the loners and such. She wasn’t about to go out with one of the popular guys. She had to think strategy. Someone who would last.

At the same moment that thought occurred to her, she saw the one walking by. He was tall and gangly and very intent on getting across the courtyard alive. He would be perfect. He would be beyond perfect. She was sure Kingley would turn fourteen different shades of green when he saw her with him.

So, while Astrid went off to talk to a handsome Hufflepuff, Jasper slipped away. She started up to his retreating form, thinking quickly of what she would say. Gotta get him to stop first! Gah, he walks fast!

“Hey, you!” She called, starting off after him. The boy didn’t look up. She stepped up her pace to a trot now till she was beside the guy. He hadn’t looked up from his path, so she took desperate measures. Jasper stepped right out in front of the boy, allowing him to smack into her. Dropping his books.

“Oh, sor-”

“Finally! You stopped! Lord, do you realize how fast you walk?” she bent down to scoop up his books.

“No, n-not really,” he said, going down to grab up his papers, refusing to look into her eye. She smiled and giggled a bit, standing straight again. He seemed to pull himself together, but still managed to look terrified. Jasper giggled again.

“You know, you’re pretty cute,” she said, smiling as she stacked his books neatly back in his arms. “I’m Jasper Black.”

He looked at her incredulously again and then glanced around, even looking behind himself to see if she was talking over his shoulder at someone. At finding nothing he looked back at her with a nervous smile, “Kenry Hennard…”

“Well, Henry Kennard, it is very nice to meet you,” she said, laughing a little. She smiled fully at him showing her pearly whites. “Anyway, you’re probably wondering why I’ve very rudely stopped you.”

“You weren’t-I was just-”

“I was. But, anyway, the trip to Hogsmede is coming up soon and I was wondering if you would like to go with me for butter beers?” she asked, eyes full of hope. She had actually started to like this guy now. He was sweet and she was sure that she could bring him somewhat out of his shell. She reached over and straightened up his tie out of pure OCD.

“Um…well…I…um…” he wasn’t good with talking to girls, she could tell. She would say yes for him, at least this first time.

“Great, we’ll have a splendid time, I’m sure of it,” she said with complete assurance towards him. “I promise I won’t bite. Not hard at least.”

He seemed to stare at her in shock for a moment. He didn’t believe her, did he? She laughed again, patting his shoulder. “Twas a joke, love. We’ll have to work on that.”

“Um…yeah…” he replied somewhat bewildered. He really didn’t know how to respond, did he?

“In the doorway then, five minutes before we leave,” she said, kissing his cheek. “I might be a little bit late though. Always am. It’s inevitable sometimes.”

After getting the satisfaction of seeing him turn red at her kiss, Jasper smiled and waved goodbye walking back towards Astrid. “Found one.”

“No! But I got it so right this time!”
“To bad!”
“Can I have the one I picked then?”
“Sure.”
“I still think you should’ve gone with one I picked. That’d make Kingley so jealous.”
“No, it wouldn’t.”
“Yes, it would.”
“No.”
“Yes.”

Seems like this argument was going to go on for a while. But, Jasper tuned her out with happy thoughts of how well her date was going to go. Henry Kennard was going to turn out to be a great second boyfriend.

[Sadie Sinclair]

*** Note: This gets very graphic, so if you are really touchy about it, then don't read it unless you want to risk it.

I forgot how long the ride up to the Castelul was. The black carriage bobbed and thudded against the uneven gravel path way as the Thestrals pulled it along. However no matter how long it took to get there I still wished that it took longer. I’m not looking foreword to see what’s waiting for me up in that castle.

The fog started to open up letting the castle shine against the moon light in a haunting fashion. I could already see Alitia fuming in her bedroom, kicking dead bodies on the floor. Magenta in the dining room, staring at the fire place in distaste at her only daughter’s failure.

Failure. It was something I now had to endure. And I hated it. I never failed.

Finally the carriage rolled up to the main entrance. My heart pounded on my rib cage as if it were pleading, begging, praying for an escape. My stomach tossed and turned like it was trying to wake up from this nightmare. I stepped out of the carriage when it was open by one of the House Elves. I watched Queeny bow lowly, a sort of sad look reflecting in her large olive orbs. That just made my situation feel even worse.

I made sure I had my head down, looking ashamed. If Alitia saw how much I was disappointed in myself, she might soften the blow but I highly doubt it.

Following my feet towards the dinning room, where they were probably sitting at, I couldn’t help but think of my past year. It was a very interesting one; I’m sure, but so many disappointments. If only Kamilla didn’t agree after all to Jonathan’s proposal, I wouldn’t be in this mess at all. But that was me I guess, conscious of my grandmother. I wish I was just as sadistic and careless as Alitia some times, at least life would be less painful for me.

I looked up, taking my eyes off the frills and material of my black and white dress. In Hogwarts I took risks of all kind to dress the way that I want, but here, I am expected to dress as if I walked out of the Renascence.

My eyes met with the most vibrant thing in the entire large room. Alitia’s stark bright turquoise eyes. They were intense as I remember. Clear coloured irises with the ring of black around them, and the pupil so small it seemed inhuman. She was inhuman.

But it wasn’t the colour of her feral eyes that made me shiver, I was used to them, having to live with her under the same roof for 17 years. It was the look she gave me. The intense burning look of silent anger. The disappointment, the possible medieval punishments that were running through her mind. This stare was readable, yet emotionless at the same time. How can one person keep a straight face yet make their feelings so obvious in just one, or two small places. It was over whelming in just one glance.

I was relived that I didn’t get stuck staring at those pools of hers. Queeny tugged on the edge of my skirt and looked up at me with her very large eyes. So much better to look at than the devil’s. She was holding out my red diary, and said, in a stutter, “Miss Sadie left th-this in the carriage. Qu-queeny brought it b-back for her.”

I simply nodded, taking the book and tucking it under my arm. I dare not say thank you to the elf though. That would just make Alitia have another reason to scold at me.

Just when I thought that the vampire was just punishing via hard stare, she began to talk. “I am very disappointed in you, Sadie,” her voice hung in the room, the Romanian accent as thick as the tension.

“I am sorry, Alitia…” It was all I could say. At times like this the only person that was allowed to talk was her, and only her.

“I am not finished, girl,” she started to raise from her seat, her white bone wand giving me a glimpse before it disappeared back into her robes.

“I gave you nine months to find a husband, Sadie. Nine. I should’ve just married you off before you got into school. We would already have another generation right now.”

My face dropped, so I tried looking away from her. My shoes were looking good right now.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, girl,” she snapped. I was slow to respond, so she grabbed my chin, her red pointed nails digging into my skin, and pulled my head up.

“It’s a pity too. Such a beautiful Atre girl shouldn’t have a problem finding a husband.” She turned around, her gown floating across the tiles and settling back down. I watched it, and then watched her as she walked over to the window. It was dark outside, and the clouds were building up. I wouldn’t be surprised if it started raining, it seemed like a good moment for thunder to shudder the windows.

“You did not try hard enough, Sadie,” I heard her say, making me snap out of my daze and focus my attention on her words. “Sinclair women are always determined. They never give up. Especially when it comes to this, our eldest tradition. You failed us, Sadie. At our time of need. Our last chance to save—“

I didn’t have time to think about it. Maybe I was just thinking out loud, and I hoped to Merlin that it was just my imagination when I opened my mouth. My mind playing tricks. Or even better, this could just be all a very bad nightmare, and I’ll wake up back in my room at Hogwarts, twirling that ring on my left hand absentmindedly…

But no, it wasn’t. All this was real, and even this stupid thing I just said.

“I did try! Do you think I didn’t? The purebloods are a dying race, there are hardly anyone left that aren’t blood traitors! Especially one that fits the Atre race! What am I supposed to do!”

The room suddenly went cold. Or maybe it was just me. Maybe, hopefully, a Dementor is wondering down the halls randomly. But knowing my luck, the sudden smell of death and aura of darkness was radiating off of the woman that stood a yard away from me.

Alitia slowly turned her head towards me. Her face paler than usual, her eyes pulsing a feral glow.

In a mere second, all I saw was a blur of red and black robes, and then I felt a sharp blow to the side of my cheek. It blew me off my feet, letting me slide across the floor helplessly. I couldn’t even process what happened. Did she slap me, or hex me to the floor?

Either way, I coward on the floor, hugging the book to my chest for dear life. My grey eyes were wide as I watched Alitia float across the floor, her own eyes wide but out of sheer rage.

Then this nightmare just got worse. The white bone wand appeared back out from the curtains of her gown, raised at a level that was aiming for my forehead. I tried backing away, but I stumbled and slipped on my own shoes, and then ended up against a wall.

“You are a very foolish girl to talk back to me, Sadie. Very foolish,” every word felt like dry ice. Freezing and burning my very flesh. “Maybe this will make you learn to swallow your filth. Crucio!”

A lightening of needles shot through my body, up my spine and to my head. My eyes shut tightly, and my mouth stayed agape as I screamed out in agony. It bit, stabbed, burned through out my body. My heart felt like it was enduring a heart attack whilst dozens of tiny pins stuck themselves deeply inside. My lungs were burning, suffocating, as if I was drowning. Bolts of electricity vibrating into the marrow in my bones. It was like all the pain the world was captive into one person. Never to leave, never to escape.

Then, it all stopped. I gasped for air, begging for it. Never in my life have I loved air so much. The taste of it, the feel of it, the smell of it. But just as I was about getting used to it, it happened again.

It stopped again. I begged in the air. My body felt so sore, that even the feel of the air was no longer inviting. I just wanted to die. Where’s that darkness. Where’s that flashback. Where’s that bright light. Where’s my heaven. I want to die. Please, just let me die.

But no. Apparently life was not over for the withering Sadie Sinclair. I felt my hair being grabbed and roughly pulled across the floor. I clung onto my diary for dear life. Heaven knows why. Maybe it was the only thing that felt warm. Maybe it was the only thing within miles that understood how I felt.

I cried out, trying to pull Alitia’s vice grip out of my hair. But I couldn’t. I was far too weak and fragile. My body was then violently pulled down a flight of hard stone stairs. Once I landed on a flat surface, I already felt bruises forming all along my legs and sides. But Alitia kept on dragging me along the floor. That was when I realized where she was taking me.

“NO!” I shouted, crying mercy, begging, pleading with her. But her heartless self didn’t even care to listen to the cries.

The large, thick wooden door flung open. The pit was the only thing illuminated in the room by a hanging old chandelier with dying candles. The stench was so strong. The smell of hundreds of corpses decomposing. The stench of maggots and other arachnids breeding in the intestines and organs of the bodies.

“A few nights in here will teach you some manners.” Alitia’s voice echoed in the room, even more venomous than in the dinning room. She threw my body in the twelve by 10 room and shut the door.

And I laid there. Hugging my diary to my chest, weeping, bleeding, and slowly spiralling into an abyss of no return. The darkness of the room indulged me as the fire from the melting candles finally dosed on their own.

* * *

How long has it been? Hours? Days? Weeks? The smell, what happened to it… Have I gotten used to it…

Am I finally dead?

I reached around, the cold slightly wet floor met my trembling fingers. I kept on moving my hands around, hoping to feel something warm, something comforting. To my luck, I did. The leather cover of my diary welcomed my finger tips as I gingerly pulled it up to my chest.

I inhaled as much air possibly, but that only made my throat swell up. My lungs started to burn. The air, what happened to it… I can’t breath, I just can’t. No, no, the shadows…the shadows, there’s too much of them. Where… where am I? Am I in a tomb? Did she push me into the pit?

My bones start to shake, shiver, rattle.

I fumbled into the bust of my dress where I usually keep my wand if I had no pockets. The wood was slightly warm and damp due to my sweating, but it was comforting. Warmth… that’s all I wanted.

I raised it in the darkness, swished and flicked and muttered “Lumos.” To my utter relief, the tip of my wand lit up in a hazy blue light.

It was light. Finally, something to break the cold darkness.

I bravely stood up, pointing my cherry wood wand in every direction I could. I saw the door, my diary, and the wall across from me. Then I pointed it to the other side, where my hand froze. The only movement from my hand was the shaking as it held the erected object up.

It was the pit. The smell suddenly came back. I was still here. Still next to the pit of corpses. My breathing picked up again, my legs wobbled under my weight.

Were those skeletons always there? Hanging off the walls with jaws agape. Were they laughing at me? No. No one laughs at Sadie Sinclair.

“Confringo!” I shouted, my voice hoarse. The skeletons bursted in a heap, the marrow of their bones now dust. They crashed against the wall behind them and then the remains of the skeletons fell into the gaping hole beneath them.

I spun around, pointing my want at empty walls around the small room.

“Anyone else want to laugh? Huh? I dare you!” I yelled at no one.

Little laughs started to erupt from my subconscious. Little ones. Childish ones. Chuckles, snickers, snorts. I spun around, my diary falling onto the floor.

Where were they coming from? Not there. Not here. Not over there. Not on the ceiling, nor the floor.

The pit. The laughter was coming from the pit.

I grit my teeth in anger, and pointed my Heartstring accusingly at it My grey eyes burning into the eaten flesh of the corpses that were grinning up at me.

“ENOUGH! Enough! Stop! Stop! STOP LAUGHING. Sectumsempra!”

The soulless laughing bodies split open in various parts. But the giggling did not stop. The grinning would not disappear.

“Sectumsempra! Sectumsempra! SECTUMSEMPRA!!”

Blood splattered against the walls, some reaching up to splash in my face. Open wounds grew larger, letting the innards spill out on top of the other bodies.

But the laughter will-not-stop.

“Eh, no, no, NO!” I covered my eyes tightly, my wand falling from my fingers and rolling against the wall. My legs wobbled, buckled over, sending my body onto a wall.

“No. No. No. Stop. Laughing. Stop. Laughing. STOP LAUGHING!!!” I banged my head against the wall, hoping that it was all in my head and this would just shake the demons out. But it didn’t. The laughter just got worse.

I laid on the floor with my face emotionless. I looked over at my wand and picked it up bringing it to my chest. I saw my diary and pulled it close. I fixed my eyes on the pit. My body finally numb, but still twitching.

* * *

I heard the door slowly creep open. It hit the wall behind it with a loud thud. The bouncing bronze light from the lit torches in the hall shaped itself across the damp floor, over my body, and over the Pit of Hell. I am still in the position I was hours, days, weeks ago. My eyes never left the spot I staring at. Hunger was numbed. Thirst was numbed. The pain was numbed. I am numb.

“Have you learned your lesson, girl?” Her voice rang against my ears. She waited for a moment. I could almost hear her eyes roll.

“You put this family through a lot of grief, Sadie. We relied on you. Everything was up to you to save our race, our name, our blood. But no. You failed to find a betrothed. How hard is that? How hard can it be?”

My gaze hardened on her shadow.

It was that wasn’t it. The reason why I suffered. The reason why I felt empty. I wasn’t born out of love. I was born to produce. I am a product. I am not a daughter, nor a granddaughter, nor a human being. Because of this…because of the Sinclairs, I know nothing of love. My suffering hadn’t started here in this box of a room. No. It started the day I was born.

I clutched onto my wand, my knuckles going white.

“Get up you filth.” She commanded, breaking the silence.

Gladly…

With all the physical strength I had left, I pushed myself up. Once I was on my feet, I wavered a bit. I had my wand still clutched at my chest. I would imagine that it looked like I was holding onto my chest where she was. I glanced down at my diary that was still flat on the floor.

“Turn around.”

I tilted my head back, smelling the fresh air that seeped through the open door. I shut my eyes softly. Breathe in. Breath out.

I whipped around at surprising speed, wand up at the ready. She had no time to react. No time to process it.

“Avada Kedavra!”

The green light shot from the tip of my wand like lightening. Alitia’s eyes went wide with shock, but it was too late for her to do anything. The green light hit her in the chest, forcing her body to hit the floor.

With my chin still up, I shut my eyes and breathed in. Inhaled the fresh smell. The smell of death. The smell of salvation. Finally.

I turned my back to my Great Grandmother, and back at my diary. Thinking it once gave me salvation. A place where I can vent, pent, and pray. But it was no longer me. Every word that was laced with paper in that book is weak. No one had to know who she was before. No one.

I roughly kicked the book towards the pit, but before it could even duck into the black hole, I raised my wand and muttered, “Incendio .” The book erupted into flames, already eating at the leather and pages. The diary then disappeared into the darkness, never to be seen again.

Now no one had to know. Know that I was once human.

The End?