A kiss under candlelight | A Tomarry Fanfiction

Deaths Ink

It was dark, darker than usual but that went unnoticed by most, for them it was like any ordinary night. For one it meant the start of the perfect plan. When all the world settled down for bed there were some up. Searching and stalking prey in the blanket of the night sky, nothing but faint candlelight of eyes glistening to guide them. Becoming the perfect trap for any moth. 

It was almost silent in number four privet drive. No voices and nothing an untrained ear could hear but as she made her way through the cracked open window of the kitchen around the back of this house. Little tell tale signs of life showed their way to her. The quiet dripping of a tap not turned tight enough. The humming of the fridge as it kept everything inside cool and fresh. An irritating clock tick ticking its way through the seconds, making sure to let people know that time is still passing. It told her to keep moving. Other than that, nothing else inside the kitchen made itself seen or heard. 

Getting from the window to the ground was the awkward part. She let her large head sway from side to side as she looked around in order to find the best way. She moved herself over the sink, twitching at the coldness of the steel. Once at the edge she slowly made her way down the cupboard door and finally onto the ground that was also just as cold as the steel of the sink. None of these little things mattered. She was on a misson and had to follow through. There was no going back now, she intended to follow through no matter the obstical. 

The floor grew warmer as she left the kitchen and came onto the carpet. New sounds, new smells and new things to see. Again there was the ticking of a clock. She shook her head in annoyance as it tormented her. If only she could destroy them. That was not on her order though. She would do as her master said, no more and no less. It was dark, only a little light peaking through the curtain which bounced off of her. That was ignored easily, she was more drawn to the cupboard under the stairs. From there was a sweet metalic scent of fresh and old blood; acompanied by quite sniffles. Such a sound pulled her back to her task at hand. Her master wouldn't be happy of her taking so long. 

As silent as the night, she found her way around to the stairs. She lifted her head and pulled herself up to the handrail, she twisted and turned as she moved through each poll to work her way up. This was a much easier way to travel up and down rather than just letting herself fall almost. Going upside down wasn't unusual but it didn't feel that great. She was almost there, she was going to make him proud. Hopefully she didn't make any mistakes. She needed to find the right room. 

"First room on the left, strike hard, strike fast,"  

Following the orders, she moved from the handrail to the ground once more, moving around to the door on the left. Thankfully it was opened just the slightest. Such a convienence. Her tongue flickered and quietly she snuck inside. Her mission was sleeping rather loudly on a single bed. His snores would soon be silenced. One hand flopped out of the bed and his blanket barely covered him. Such a disgusting and pathetic excuse for a person. 

Without wasting any time, she slid up the bed post and striked fast. She reared back before springing forward and biting the boys neck, blood poured into her mouth. He screamed but she did this repetively until he couldn't scream any longer. She then proceeded to constrict herself around him. White skin turned purple as the life seaped from him. She only stopped when she could no longer feel him alive in her grip. He went limp, his body flopping into her. 

-/-

Sleepy eyes were rubbed and groans echoed through the master bedroom of four privet drive. Vernon and Petunia Dursely were finally waking up. The mattess crunched under the fat man's weight as he rolled over with a grunt. Petunia looked over to her husband and rolled her eyes. How did she come to this? Married to a fat man who was going completely and utterly crazy and mother to a spoilt child. Not only that but her sister had to go and get herself killed. Now, she had to look after another stupid child. A child that reminded her that her sister was loved more by everyone. 

Instead of laying there like she knew Vernon would do, Petunia pushed herself upright in order to go downstairs and make breakfast for the three. She refused to waste her money on a child that wasn't even her own. The woman yawned and stretched before hearing the familiar raspy voice of the man she married. 

"Was it just me or was that the best nights sleep you ever had?"

"I know, its like nothing could have woken me up but I had this awful dream," she replied and that was that. She stood up and took her gown from the door. She slipped her arms inside and tied the rope around her wasit tightly. 

Before heading downstairs Petunia made sure to head over to Dudley's room and attempt to call him awake. As she went over it was strangely quiet. No usual snoring or obsessant tossing and turning in the bed. With her brows knitted together she knocked on the door that was already ever so slightly open but much more open than normal. 

"Dudykins?" She called through the door and slowly stepped inside. 

The sight she saw was one so sickening it brought her to her knees. She fell to the ground, her eyes wide and her hand over her mouth. It was shaking viciously. In the grip of silent panic, wild eyes, pupils dilated, heart racing. Brain punding and firing like a hyped up internal orcustra,  like a cluster bomb exploding in her brain, It turned her brain to a mental soup of conflicting instructions. Run, cry, scream. Brain frozen. Petunia's stomach flipped inside of her and she gagged, throwing up nothing but bile and saliva. She heaved and sobbed as realisation kicked its way in. 

Distraught; she crawled over to her son's lifeless body, whimpering and shivering as she did. Over and over and over she whispered words of denial. Once her warm hands touched his cold skin; hands soaking in his blood she let out a blood curdling scream. A scream so loud the house could have shook. 

With a few loud bashes, Vernon was in there. His breathing heavy and his eyes wide. He looked around the room and read the words on the wall that were written with thick red lines. Blood. His sons blood. Vernon's blood boiled as he read the words. He walked over to his whailing wife and now dead son. He came down next to them and looked over Dudleys body.

If he bleeds, one of you shall bleed too.

"He did this Petunia. Potter did this," Vernon said, a bitter taste on his tongue. 

Petunia looked up, her eyes already red and cheeks wet. She didn't believe it, Harry couldn't do this could he? he was just a boy. Sure Vernon and Dudly would hurt him but Dudly was just a child and didn't deserve to die. Right?

"Make him suffer."