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Title: Monster from "Stories from the Inside"
Summary: "It’s not often that you meet someone without a soul."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 390
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Pairing: Bellatrix/Rodolphus
A/N: This is the last chapter in Stories from the Inside, save the epilogue. Hurrah! I do rather like it, but I'm glad it's (almost) done.
It’s not often that you meet someone without a soul. You meet mean people, egotistical people, inconsiderate people every day. They still have hopes and fears. They might realize what they’re doing is wrong. They feel guilt. Even Bellatrix has a conscience. She’s crazy, but she can still feel.
I’ve only met one person who was truly… how can I even express it? A monster. Inhuman. And that was Rodolphus. He was more like a machine than a human being.
Rodolphus was always very popular with the other Slytherins. He was a Beater for the house team for the longest time, and everyone liked him. Everyone wanted an invitation to one of the parties he and Rastaban used to throw during summer. Very handsome, hated anyone who wasn’t rich, all the normal things one expects out of a popular pureblood. Bella idolized him. How could she not? He was the first man who didn’t cater to her every whim. She’d never had a challenge like him before, and so she loved him desperately.
Everyone else loved him, but he scared the hell out of me. It had something to do with his eyes. They had this way of looking through you, right into the deepest part of your soul. He didn’t even seem like a wizard. He seemed like he should be some fantastic creature, or a villain from a fairy tale, anything but just another person.
He never felt remorse for anything he did. Once, he nearly killed a girl on the Hufflepuff quidditch team during a match. He sent two bludgers at her at once, then hit her over the head with his club when the second one missed. She fell off her broom, and she would have died if she hadn’t been a witch and the school nurse hadn’t been there. But no one in Slytherin even noticed, because we won. He got carried back to the common room on their shoulders, the man of the hour.
I think he was part of the main reason that I left. It seems strange to think that- he isn’t even really family, not blood. But I couldn’t live in a world with people like him in it. More than that, I couldn’t be a part of a society where a man like Rodolphus was feted instead of locked up.
Summary: "It’s not often that you meet someone without a soul."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 390
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Pairing: Bellatrix/Rodolphus
A/N: This is the last chapter in Stories from the Inside, save the epilogue. Hurrah! I do rather like it, but I'm glad it's (almost) done.
It’s not often that you meet someone without a soul. You meet mean people, egotistical people, inconsiderate people every day. They still have hopes and fears. They might realize what they’re doing is wrong. They feel guilt. Even Bellatrix has a conscience. She’s crazy, but she can still feel.
I’ve only met one person who was truly… how can I even express it? A monster. Inhuman. And that was Rodolphus. He was more like a machine than a human being.
Rodolphus was always very popular with the other Slytherins. He was a Beater for the house team for the longest time, and everyone liked him. Everyone wanted an invitation to one of the parties he and Rastaban used to throw during summer. Very handsome, hated anyone who wasn’t rich, all the normal things one expects out of a popular pureblood. Bella idolized him. How could she not? He was the first man who didn’t cater to her every whim. She’d never had a challenge like him before, and so she loved him desperately.
Everyone else loved him, but he scared the hell out of me. It had something to do with his eyes. They had this way of looking through you, right into the deepest part of your soul. He didn’t even seem like a wizard. He seemed like he should be some fantastic creature, or a villain from a fairy tale, anything but just another person.
He never felt remorse for anything he did. Once, he nearly killed a girl on the Hufflepuff quidditch team during a match. He sent two bludgers at her at once, then hit her over the head with his club when the second one missed. She fell off her broom, and she would have died if she hadn’t been a witch and the school nurse hadn’t been there. But no one in Slytherin even noticed, because we won. He got carried back to the common room on their shoulders, the man of the hour.
I think he was part of the main reason that I left. It seems strange to think that- he isn’t even really family, not blood. But I couldn’t live in a world with people like him in it. More than that, I couldn’t be a part of a society where a man like Rodolphus was feted instead of locked up.