Death meme

1. So, introduce us to your victim(s).

"…you can not be serious!" Claudia could only stare at the title of this new creation, were they going to die? All of them, just like that?!

"Well, won't this be interesting." Nicodemus all but purred at this idea (not to mention his sister's horror over it)

"No, it can't really be real, it must be some kind of joke…" Hatty did her best to convince both herself and the younger Ravenclaw, for it couldn't really be anything but some twisted joke… Who would do something like this she didn't really know, but that was beside the point.

From the shadows two pair of eyes watched; one amused and one a bit distant. Asmodeus was finally free, and for what? This must be the best celebration of creativity he'd ever seen. Oh, if only Louise could be here to watch with him…

If Clara was aware that she was outside of the hospital she didn't show it, but by the looks of it her mind was drifting again. That is, until she heard the voices of those that had once been her siblings, then her whole expression was filled with fear, followed by fury…


2. Now write them... Hung.

The wizard-world was finally fed up with these people called Death Eaters; after the big breakout from Azkaban, the second now since the days of Harry Potter, and the chaos that followed left the ministry with little choice of what to do. Those who weren't killed on sight were only brought back in front of judge and jury to once again be declared guilty. And when one was dealing with purebloods one had to; if one didn't follow the law the family would rise in anger and even more chaos would erupt.

So on this joyfilled day one of the last of the "monsters" would face his fate! And with his head held high he was lead in, down to his core a true Ripper in dignity and pride. From the side his family watched, all without any expression as a brother, uncle and son took the final steps up to the noose (of course one could have used a simple spell to end him, but this was a symbolic event!). On his way the guards could hear him mumble, but to their surprise there was no curses or promises of revenge; this madman was reading poetry!

To dance to lutes, to dance to flutes,
Is delicate and rare.
But is it not sweet, with nimble feet,
To dance upon the air…

When he was finally on the great "stage", looking down at the people below him, he only smiled.

When he got the noose around his neck he looked down at his family, then up at the minster

"Few are those who will stand for their believes and be proud and faithful, even when facing death. And the irony makes it so that they are always killed by the cowards that surround them!"

With the final words spoken Asmodeus Ripper could face the Death with open eyes as he fell; with a rope around his neck he fell, and he kept on falling down into the darkness, forever smiling like the devil…
       

3. Stabbed/Shanked.

She saw them, they were everywhere! They were in here, no matter how much light the nurses put in here! But her fear gave her strength to fight; she would not let them bring her down in the madness again! With a loud shriek she took the pencil-knife from the table next to the almost finished letter to the kind Miss down the hall (just because they saw each other every day didn't mean one should be so rude as to only send a vocal invitation!), and then she want to attack!

Screaming and ruckus was not unusual in St Mungos' closed section for permanent patients and mentally ill people, so nobody thought twice about it. The fact that the young Miss Clara Ripper was one of the worse chases in the corridor didn't exactly help.

Slashing the small knife back and forth Clara stumbled more than once in her wild dance, trying to defend herself from the shadows she saw and the nightmare in her mind. Her free arm waved and clawed at the air, doing all it could to keep the ghosts of her mind away…

She knew she had hit something, the blood was flying all over the walls from something, she didn't knew what, but she hit it again and again and again and…

A stumble and a mistake was all it took; with the knife buried in her own chest, pushed in deeper by her own weight after she had fell on it, Clara finally got back to her senses enough to feel the pain in her arm. So he had only hit herself? Too bad…

Feeling her life slip with the crimson blood, quickly growing weaker as it left her, she could only smile. This was almost like sleeping. With a hoarse voice she began to sing a lullaby to herself, dragging a finger over the floor to paint with the red…

Clara Ripper was not found until the morning, and by then there was nothing left to do for her. The funeral was kept in silence, the family still not calling her their own and letting the hospital handle everything…


4. Overdosed.

It was only meant as a joke! A small prank! It had worked so many time before, and it was always hilarious, but now…

The usual groans of protest and yelled insults at a certain professor were for once not heard in the so called "Truth or Dare-room". Not today.

On the floor was the body of one of the students, the cause of the silence and confusion. Nobody really knew what to do, it was obviously too late, but then what…?

Nobody knew of the potion her own bother had slipped into her tea this very morning, a mix between a small prank and an experiment he had come up with together with a few other Slytherins. Nothing had seemed that unusual with her, not until she was dragged in here for another game and had been force-fed another potion from the professor who owned the room. This had finally taken a too big toll on her body and she had now collapsed…

Swallowing a bit Apollo left his sister on the floor with the pale girl and went to open the now all of a sudden unlocked closet where Kevin had been placed not 5 minutes ago, silently stepping to the side to let the older boy out…

    
5. Shot.

It had been all over the news for about 2 days, covering everything from the news to the front-pages of the of every newspaper in the area, but then it was soon all forgotten. But the people involved would never forget…

Some madman had got his hand on a gun and started shooting on the open street filled with people, right in front of the café and chocolate shop. Just as she did every summer Hatty had been home to help out; the tourists really liked this little town so they usually had their hands full, especially on the weekends. She had just taken the orders from an older couple at one of the tables outside in the front and looked up to see a man walk closer.
She smiled as she always did to people, and was just about to welcome him inside when he pulled out his gun. A bit surprised Hatty didn't have time to be afraid; she was hit before she had even opened his mouth. The bullet went in straight into her left eye, the force tearing off half of her face. She didn't feel her body hit the cobbled street, and the screams all around her sounded like they came far away from somewhere in a mist…
Before her mind went blank she noticed that a table had been knocked over and the porcelain from the broken coffee-cups were spread out in front of her like snow. She should pick them up before somebody stepped on them…

  
6. Mauled.

The summer Nicodemus was 8 his youngest uncle one day had come home with quite a catch; a young werewolf! With a few strings pulled at the ministry they could even keep the creature!

Nicodemus had never seen one before, and his uncle made sure he got more than enough of it that summer. During the days it would be the target when he was taught the Unforgivable Curses, and during the full-moon nights they would let it run free with the female guard-dogs to see what kind of crossbreed that would be created from it…

2 years later Nicodemus was the proud owner of the small pack of outright mad beasts that had came to life from this summer, and after his Uncle had been placed in Azkaban he was the only one that could control them. But now he was bored with that as well. Why only let them run wild and kill intruders instead of enjoying a small game every now and then? A cold smile covered his face as he quietly slipped out of his room, guided by the moonlight that sipped in from the windows. It was full-moon, perfect, the "dogs" were always ever worse during those nights…

The grin on his face widened as he got close to his sisters room, were he got out his wand and whispered a spell, pointing it at her.

Claudia didn't stand a chance, not half-asleep against the magic will of her brother. With the spell holding her down she didn't even try to struggle as she was levitated out through the window and out in the garden. Not until she saw what he had let loose out there…

The monsters her brother called dogs sniffed the air and soon picked up the chase. Even if she had tried to get back to the house the moment the was freed from the spell she had no chance in the world; the moment the dogs caught her the tore her limb from limb, her screams waking up the house…

And up in her bedroom-window stood a boy, laughing in joy over his pets…


7. Drowned

He had always loved the depth of those black waters. For some reason the Black Lake had caught his eye the first moment of arrival, and things did not get better after he had dipped his hand down in the waters at that first boat-trip to the castle and found his fingers suddenly touching the biggest tentacle he'd ever seen. Some students had screamed but he had just ignored them and continued to slowly stroke that cold wet skin form deep below…

Now more than six years had passed and he had learned so much more about that Giant Squid, but that did not lower his interest. Nor did the cold weather scare him away from the water. For some unknown reason Nicodemus Ripper loved the cold; icy winds of the winters, cold shadows of the night, or the freezing waters of the Black lake…

Why this day would be any different he didn't know. All he wanted was some time alone, all alone, and what would be better than this? The fact that the stupid professor had just drained him of quite a deal of his magic when he got too angry wouldn't really be any kind of problem…

Not bothering about being followed he used a simple bubble-head-charm and could finally be down. Oh, this was for sure a pure bliss to be gone within! To be forever lost amongst these mysteries of the depths, to be gone in a cold dark…

Nicodemus didn't know how long he had stayed down there when he once again came across a gigantic tentacle down at the muddy bottom, but it became painfully clear when it slowly tried to grab him that he wouldn't have much time left down here. His magic was already weak and almost gone to begin with, and once it was all out the charm keeping him alive would to… But when he tried to go up to the surface again the old tricks of the Squid dawned upon him; he had avoided one tentacle, but was now stuck in another! The more he struggle the more determinate the creature seemed to be to keep him down there!

He didn't know when the spell went out, or when he began to swallow the cold waters, he only noticed when his body finally began to relax that he was really drowning. And that the rumors were right, one simply numbed away… That silhouette that moved closer, that familiar face that stared at him in horror didn't bother him too much either, he simply smiled at it.

It was already too late when the intruder got him out of the grip and brought him back up to the world above the surface. The Ripper-boy would never again need the air up there…
  

8. Seppuku.

It was downright disgusting. How it ever had happened he didn't know, but now there was no meaning in excuses or explanations anymore. Even if it was all in his mind it meant that everything might just as well be over, and he wouldn't wait for Them to decide in what way…

As Nicodemus went over his plan in his mind again he went from being surprised at how much he could feel all of a sudden (and why on earth he would be so nervous and happy at the same time, why something like his heart would long for that someone, he couldn't understand), and then almost feeling like he would throw up in disgust over himself. If this was "love" he would be better off without it! That anybody could make him feel like this, to have this kind of control over him…! It was outrageous! On top of it he wasn't even allowed to sleep properly anymore! Even his dreams got invaded by this person, this boy that… No! Don't think about that!

There was only one thing one could ever do with something like him, only one fate such abnormality deserved… And he had to make sure it would work! Holding back a face of pain as he realized that if he left now he would ever even get to see that face again he quietly slipped out of the common-room and down the corridor towards the Astronomy-tower.
Once he was up at the top the cold night-wind didn't bring the usual comfort and calm to his mind, it only told him how lonely he was… If he could only go back, if he for once would dare to touch…

But no, he would not. Never. With a swift move of his wand the conjured a long sword, and with that in his hand he stepped towards the edge of the tower. The fall together with the weapon would for sure do the trick…

Allowing himself a face of pain as he forced the sharp blade into his body Nicodemus felt his feet slip and how the air whipped around him as he fell. When the darkness clouded his mind he could at least smile, finally allowing his mind to fully admit his love for this person, yes, this boy… His heart soared high above him in joy over this emotions, over these memories he now could recall, over all of…


9. Epic Anime Death Scene.

The impossible had finally happened again; Hogwarts great castle was burning. The halls were filled with blood and bodies, students were all of a sudden fighting for their lives against classmates, children causing a massacre unlike anything else…

A few of them had already escaped and now more were following. But the path to the small safety the forest could provide was dangerous, they had to get past the open grounds of the schoolyard first… Hatty had gathered as many as she could of the panicking students, and now they were all on their way. But suddenly a movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Somebody had just came out from the doors, somebody who pointed their wand against the backs of the fleeing children. Fear filled the Gryffindor's heart at the thought of what could happen, as she realized who the first victim would be…
The poor boy next to her, he had always seemed to lonely. Always lost in one of those games, and stuttering whenever she tried to talk to him… Not him!

"No!" all in protest over the boy's fate she did the only thing she could; she got in the way. Seeing the fury of the attacker, but not the fear of the one she just saved as he turned around just in time to get hit by the green light of the spell, Hatty wasn't even there as her body fell backwards. She didn't know that the boy behind her stopped to catch her as she fell, she didn't hear his screams or the footsteps of her murderer as  she slowly came closer. She didn't see the tears, or the wand that was once again raised to point out a judgment… There were no final words or whisper of wishes, apologies or confessions, she was already gone. The eyes that had always shined with laugher and smiled were blank, as if blind… And yet, when the boy who had caught her ignored the threat of the murderer approaching and stayed with her, when he picked up her hand to beg her to come back it was almost as if the fingers closed around his. It could always have been the muscles relaxing, but the grip stayed, held tight, supporting him as he picked up his own wand to defend himself…


10. Good job, now let them rest in peace.

The world of the dead was peaceful. It hadn't taken Hatty too long to find her way to this place. After all, she was never one to regret what she'd done…

Nicodemus watched from the Astronomy-tower as the other ghosts moved around inside. His new place was up here, but he couldn't even feel the wind anymore. But now what would he do? Watch the boy from afar the time he would still be here? But then what? He couldn't even touch him… Or should he stay up here to not feel the pain and jealous when others were close to him, but then feel the pure misery f never seeing him again…?

St Mungos seemed to have a permanent guest, someone who always walked down the corridor in a white dress, turning on the lights whenever she showed up… Clara still wasn't at a perfect mental state, and even as dead the shadows scared her. If she even knew that she had passed away and couldn't be hurt by anything is unknown…

Claudia had in her mind decided that she'd never leave this boy, her most beloved boy… He had looked a bit horrified the first day she had waited for him at breakfast, but that quickly passed. What annoyed her was that he now seemed to worry about that she hadn't found peace in death…

Chuckling at all the young ones and their odd ideas Asmodeus then turned his back on his own grave, setting out to continue the Dark Lords wishes in any way he could…