Chapter 75.6- Doom Days

“I would rather die, and so would Susan” her aunt spat back, and Susan found herself nodding along. She could never imagine working for someone so evil. So cruel. It hut evil and cruel, but the man on whose orders her parents had been killed. The man that had seen her made into an orphan in the first place. Even if none of the first things mattered to her, that would always be a hangup she would have.

“I believe you. Sadly for you, I do truly believe you” Voldemort said, and then he waved his wand. Her aunt’s body was spread out with all hr limbs stretched fully

And then each of them snapped. Her aunt, normally so stoic, so unfeeling except for in those tender moments she shared with her when I as just the two of them showed emotion to an outsider that night. She screamed. She screamed so loudly that Susan began to cry. She wanted to cover her ears and her eyes. She didn’t want to see any of this, but it felt like it would be disrespectful

She could not allow this monster of a man to be the only one to see her aunt’s last moments. Her aunt screamed, but then she controlled herself. She snappedd her mouth closed. Almost like she remembered that Susan would be watching— it was possible that she did. Her aunt cared about few things more than she cared about setting a good example for Susan. And dying with honour was just the kind of ting she would consider important enough to set an example around.

“Do you want to know what I would tell her if she could hear me now?” Her aunt managed to cough up.

“Oh last words? I do enjoy hearing them. I have quite a collection, you know. So tell them to me so I may add them.” He said.

“I love and am so proud of you Susan. You are my great—“

“Boring” The Dark Lord drawled, and then with a wave of his wand, her aunt’s body opened in two from the neck down. He levitated her intestines out of her stomach, and at this Susan could not bear to watch anymore. She shut her head, huddling in on herself, and trying to cry as quietly as possible. He shouldn’t have been able to notice her, but she could no risk it. She could not risk her aunt’s sacrifice being for nothing. She was the last of the Bones name now.