#1 Hermionegranger (22/5/22)
#1 Hermionexmalereader (20/5/22)
#1 PennyHaywood (21/11/23)
The third year of Y/N's time at Hogwarts and he is finally in a happy relationship with Hermione Granger.
Will this happiness be shattered by the news of the es...
A/N: This chapter is extreme and graphically describes torture. Just a warning.
An otherwise quiet muggle street in London looked like a war zone. Cars were over turned, on fire, ripped to pieces. A number of the cars' alarms were going off.
A man in a trench coat walked towards the scene calmly and raised his hand- the noise suddenly stopping. He walked around to see a dead woman on the ground, wearing what looked like white robes. She looked at peace- a small blood mark on her throat the only sign that she wasn't sleeping. He looked down at her corpse, noticing the black outline, burnt into the ground, and stretching 20 feet either side of her.
Wings.
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Castiel looked up hearing the approaching muggle police sirens before his gaze returned to the deceased woman.
"Goodbye my sister!"
With a small flutter he was gone, just as a number of confused and scared police officers arrived.
—~—
Thirteen individuals stood in front a large wooden funeral pyre, it contained the corpse of a woman wrapped in white linen, waiting for the cremation flames. It was a hunter's funeral.
Sam stood next to his young friend and partner and started to speak.
"Pam. I'm sorry. You died rescuing me. I'm so sorry Pam. I'm gonna miss you so much" Sam finished as tears fell down his cheeks. The pain Sam felt for the death of his friend was infinitely magnified by the fact he blamed himself. It was his fault she was dead.
The small number gathered were all in tears at this point except for one. Y/N stood there glaring at Pam's wrapped corpse. Pam was ready for her last rite, salted and burned, as was hunter tradition.
The others took their turns saying goodbye, tear stained, emotional, heart wrenching. Bobby, Jo, Ellen, Ash, Benny, Ruby, Jodie and her girls, Albus- even Hermione who didn't know her that well. All except one who stood there, silent, glaring.
Sam placed a hand on the young Lord's shoulder.
"Is there anything you want to say Y/N? Before we cremate her?"
Y/N's eyes hardened even further. His voice cold enough to send a chill down the spine of the hardest warrior.
"I'm gonna find anyone who was involved in this, and I'm gonna tear apart everything and everyone they've ever loved. And then I'm gonna rip out their hearts."
The others looked at each other concerned. Sam and Albus looked at each other worried before Sam spoke.
"Is that you talking or the archon Y/N?"
"Does it matter Sam?"
"It matters Y/N. It matters a great deal" Albus answered.
Y/N turned to face the others and they gasped as his eyes went from Green to pitch black to Green again.
