Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Crossover ❯ Pansy Parkinson ( Chapter 21 )

Chapter 21

As the fog surrounding her senses began to clear, Pansy suddenly became aware of the unnatural quiet that permeated the room. It took her only one look to recognize Hogwarts' Great Hall, and even less to realize just exactly WHO was sitting there before them all. . . and just exactly what was being said.

Tears came to her eyes as she realized what would soon take place in the castle, in the only place where she had ever felt truly safe. . . it was broken now. The comfort, the safety, the beautifully fragile bubble of a world the school and its teachers had managed to create for the children that lived within this halls was gone, forever unattainable.

Her eyes roamed over all the faces that filled the safe heaven of her childhood. . . some were obvious taints to its purity, while others embodied its innocence. Powerful Deatheaters and their Master, against frightened children. . .

Prisoners.

That was what they had become.

Many were already gone, murdered in the massacre that had been committed within the Express. . . and, if Voldemort was to be believed, plenty would soon follow.

She couldn't help but consider those about to die lucky. A few moments of suffering, and then they would finally attain eternal peace. She, herself, wasn't as foolish as to believe that death would bring her such a fate. Eternal damnation was more likely to become her ending, but not yet.

Wide eyed, she watched as a knew Deatheater took the place of his fallen predecessor and began calling for the students to face their fate.

The first up, before the students terrified eyes, was Abigail Bocklehurst. Mandy, standing a few feet away from Pansy, let out a rather pathetic whimper of fear at the sight of her cousin moving to take her place underneath a rather disgruntled hat. The Ravenclaw held her head high as it was placed on her head, and kept her cool, somehow, at its proclamation of DIE!!

Voldemort, sitting right before her, seemed rather amused at the girls unmovable expression. Blond curls loose down to her waist and beautiful blue eyes cold, the girl stood and stared the Dark Lord straight in the eye.

-"I'm glad to die, if it will keep me away from your madness. You are no Lord. . . only a murderer. . . barely deserving of our pity."

The Deatheaters, and everyone within the Hall, simply stared at the daring girl. There was no fear on her face, only contempt.

The Dark Lord didn't even seem angry, or even insulted. He was. . . well, it could definitely be considered a smile, as he gazed at the impertinent Ravenclaw seventh year.

-"Macnair, wouldn't it be, lets say, appropriate to show them all what awaits them, should they willingly choose the fate this. . . girl, has chosen?"

The man approached hurriedly from somewhere in the left side of the room, and bowed before the monster ensconced in its throne.

-"I believe, my Lord, that that is a wonderful idea. May I suggest, by your leave, a. . . method, to teach them such a lesson?"

Voldemort's now decidedly amused expression was easy to see.

-"I'll leave the entertainment in your. . . capable hands."

The man threw himself at his Lord's feet and covered the hem of his robes in kisses.

-"It shall be done as you command me, my Lord."

Voldemort barely had time to dismiss the guy before he was sprinting for the door, obviously in search of whatever he would need to entertain the monster.

Hushed whispers traveled through the hall, while two of the Deatheaters moved to restrain Abby. The girl had always been kind to the Slytherins, helping them with their homework or whatever messes they had managed to get themselves in. Pansy sincerely liked her, and felt shivers of fear wracking her spine. It surprised her a bit to realize that the fear was for the girl she considered her friend, instead of at the possibility of what would soon become her own fate.

The sudden shaking of the ground alerted them all that something was wrong. The fact that it was approaching and increasing in its intensity left no doubt that it was most probably Macnair returning with whatever toy he had gone to fetch.

Soon enough, the great doors were thrown open, and everyone in the room (except Voldemort) had to take a step back in horror at the sight of the creature that followed the Deatheater.

A bull like creature, at least 30 feet high and seemingly made out of some sort of shadowy substance, marched into the room. It looked relatively harmless, if you didn't pay attention to the incredible aura of dark magic that permeated it and to the quiet obvious golden rings that encircled its neck.

No creature that she knew of had that sort of darkness.

Still, the suddenly maniacal grin that was spreading through the faces of the Dark Lord and the Deatheaters did nothing to clam her. She had always known, as far as she could remember, what her parents and their chums had been up to during the war. It had never been a mystery, or even a secret, and know she could see it happening. She could see her own parents preparing to enjoy themselves. . . and it would be at her and her friends expense.

Voldemort finally raised from his throne, and came almost face to face with the creature. Monster facing monster.

-"Do you approve, my Lord?"

Macnair was back at the monster's feet, cowering like the spineless fool that he was. The snake man didn't even deign that with an answer. Instead, he simply returned to his throne, stippled his fingers, and gave his servant a raised eyebrow as an answer.

Macnair grinned like the loon he was, and motioned for those holding Abby in place to let her go. The thin girl was staring at the creature without understanding and it took her a second to realize what the man expected from her. With cautious steps, she approached the huge beast, until she stood before its gigantic mass.

A soft whisper coming from a pair of Deatheaters standing close by chilled the very blood within Pansy's veins. Of all the cruel things in the world. . . a magic eater? They would use that. . . thing, on a child and before the eyes of children, incredibly young children at that??

Given the decidedly clueless expressions that most of those within the hall sported, she could easily tell that both the Care of Magical Creatures and the Defense Against the Dark Arts curriculums were in sore need of an update. Not even that know-it-all Granger seemed to realize what was about to happen. Morag, standing beside the aforementioned mudblood, was sporting the same openmouthed Oh-my-god!!! Kind of look that Pansy was sure was on her own face.

If that thing got lose within this particular castle. . . the disaster would be incredible.

God, how she wished those Deatheaters hadn't taken her wand. She hadn't exactly seen them do it, but she could find no other explanation. . . especially after she noticed the fact that all the other kids were as wand-less as she herself was. Besides, no Gryffindor that pried him or herself of being so would be able to keep themselves back when it came to doing idiotically heroic stuff such as throwing curses left and right while surrounded by Deatheaters. Yeah, right. . . tickling curses and boils against the Unforgivables. That would work just fine. . . not.

She could all but perceive the reeking stench of fear as it spread through all those around her, as Macnair approached the creature and unsnapped the rings from its neck. The darkness the beast exuded suddenly increased tenfold, its almost palpable presence sending the younger children into tears.

Before their eyes, the creature suddenly morphed into a vaguely humanoid shape, although it was still 30 feet tall. The monsters bullish face twisted into a maniacal expression, as it advanced towards the incredibly frail looking girl that was now staring at it with bulging and fear filled eyes.

Its immense hand gripped her hair, and it used said leverage to twist her head and bare her neck. Sharp teeth punctured into the tender flesh ripping both it and a scream from the girl in its hold.

Pansy threw herself towards a small group of first year girls not to far away, and forced them to cover their eyes. This was something none of them had nor needed to see.

Several other older kids had gotten the same idea, and were taking care of all the first and second year children they could find. Some had even managed to get several third years to cover their eyes.

Another scream, and Pansy whirled around just in time to watch the monster impale her friend on the hugest erection she had seen in her life. Blood poured as the thing kept feeding from the girls neck, its body fucking her viciously at the same time.

Screams and whimpers exploded all around the hall, but none could drown the pained sounds coming from the small, tortured figure. Claws ripped both cloth and flesh, blood splattered everywhere. A sudden glow enveloped both figures, a soft baby-blue light that faded just as soon as it had appeared.

Pansy closed her own eyes, just as that. . . thing screamed its completition for all to hear. The thumps that followed, one softer than the other, told her that both the creature and what was left of its victim had fallen to the ground.

She opened her eyes again, to the sight of Macnair snapping the rings back around the monsters neck. It immediately reverted back to its initial bull-like shape, much to Pansy's relief. A Deatheater approached the mangled body lying in a puddle of blood, and made it and the blood vanish. For a second, it was as if her friend had never existed. . . kind of like a footstep in the sand that vanishes upon the wake of a wave. But no matter what, the disappearance of that footstep hurt. . . it always would.

The even more horrifying fact the Voldemort was laughing, cackling in pleasure at what they had just witnessed, made it even worse.

-"Let your toy rest, Macnair. As entertaining as it is. . . it should be saved for. . . special occasions."

-"As your wish, my Lord."

The man even had the gal to look disappointed!! In a fit of fury, Pansy left the first years into another girl's care, and marched herself to stand side to side with Morag and Granger. She could feel the anger feeding her magic, could almost see her aura come to life around her.

The sorting was restarted, only this time, those sentenced to death were marched towards Voldemort's left, and those meant for life were marched to the right. Slaves were forced to stand in the middle of the hall, just where Abby's body had fallen, awaiting for someone to claim them.

It was going on in earnest, the Deatheaters obviously in a hurry to delight themselves with whatever atrocities their Lord was going to allow them to commit upon the poor, defenseless souls that were now cowering to the snake man's left.

Pansy, though, paid no more attention to hat was happening around her. Her mind was awhirl with plans and strategy. Draco might be considered the Ice King of Slytherin, but her title as Dark Princess was still uncontested. She would show them why.

She might not be a Gryffindor, but she still took some of their mottos at heart.

Never give up. . . never surrender. . .

Add to that the guts, the coldness, the patience, imagination and cunning required to create plans from scratch and see them threw. . .

Draco had once called her a ticking bomb. . . whatever that may be. . . but now she was a threatened snake, an angry one, ready to strike.

If they wanted things to be that way. . . let them come. She was no longer afraid, and she would show them what she was capable of.

A look towards the girls standing beside her, told her she know had powerful allies nearby. The same searching look directed towards the other edge of the hall, told her that the same could be said for many of the boys there. Most of the older ones now had new, resolute expressions on their faces.

Voldemort had begun a war. . . and he had come looking for it to Hogwarts.

Dumbledore and the other teachers may no longer be inside it's halls, but their pupils remained.

The Dark Lord was in for a lesson. . . one she would make damn sure he would never forget, for as hopefully short as his life would be.

No one in their right minds had ever even tried to mess with Hogwarts, and he would soon realize why.

It was quiet simple, actually.

Because Hogwarts was not only a building, a magnificent castle.

No. . . Hogwarts was more than that.

It was its dwellers hearts.