Heya, I forgot to put warnings up last chapter! So, this is a mature story. Very dark, disturbing. Mentions of mental illnesses, PTSD, torture, sex things (I am not writing lemons... yet), and lots of arson. This isn't good ole' boy Harry, this is Celosia who has snapped beyond belief and is taking her pound of flesh... literally.

Celosia thought it was ironic beyond belief.
She was raised a Christian. Well, technically. Forced to go to church for sure.
And now she was using Hell magic.

Meh, being a witch made her a sinner anyways. Either that or the fact she was bisexual did. At least according to the Dursley's. Not like she cared what they thought. Not anymore.

She giggled a bit, tilting her head as she played with the fire in her hands. It stung a bit, but that was more because she was twisting her previously Light nature to be Dark... very Dark.

She understood now why it was considered so addictive. Why people went insane. But she didn't feel that way. This came as naturally as breathing to her, twisting the magic of Hell to her bidding. Burning them all to the ground, one family at a time.

Molly Weasley was an annoyance. She was loud, smothering and had the bad habit of trying to mother those younger than her. Celosia also knew that she was pushing for her and Ronald to be betrothed, although after the events of the Tournament, that was never happening. She'd rather eat out Pansy Parkinson. 

The fire twisted, changing shapes to look like a little snake, making her giggle softly. The reminder the snake gave her made her look up at a portrait of Narcissa Malfoy, and she tilted her head. What could she do to the Malfoy's, hm?

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Draco was running for his life, away from Potter who had clearly lost it. She had used some kind of Hell Magic on Lucius, who was currently pinned to his chair in his study as glowing white chains wrapped around him, burning through his flesh and bone as he screamed.

Narcissa was locked in her room, her body slowly decaying as she watched in the mirror, frozen still via magic as she struggled to stop the spell, but the only noises that could come out of her mouth was shrieks.

Draco ran down into a dead end and paled, turning to face the giggling girl that had been chasing him. "Oh how the tables have turned..." She giggled, petting a snake made of fire. "Before it would be me being chased around, begging to be left alone. Oh, but bullies like you don't listen, do they? You enjoy having all the power..." Draco noticed, out of the corner of his eye, as the shadows coiled around, starting to join hers as she pet the... snakes? He swore there had been only one, but now there was three.

"It's ironic. You were placed in the house of the snakes... when you yourself are scared of the creatures. I noticed it, second year. How you flinched away from the creature you summoned, but you hid it so admirably..." Celosia smirked, her gaze cold as Draco was locked on to the multiplying fire snakes in her hands. He was shaking, sweat visible upon his brow as he tried and failed to speak.

There was at least 12 now, the mass of snakes slithering up and down her arms, winding around her wrists and hand, burning her clothes a bit but her skin remained miraculously unharmed. They were all hissing, so damn much, and at her feet he saw that the shadows were starting to take the form of snakes too, snakes with glowing red eyes that made him shy away in horror, trying to climb the wall as Celosia giggled, her green eyes glowing with magic.

Then he was trapped, frozen in place with a whispered word.

"Dinnertime."

He couldn't move, couldn't breathe as all the snakes in her hands suddenly grew, leaving her hands to devour him, the shadow snakes joining in the feast as well, while he silently screamed, trying to make his frozen body move and flee. But he locked eyes with Celosia and saw the sheer glee as the first snake bit him and liquid fire poured into his veins, burning him alive from the inside out as they continued to bite him, before all the fire turned to ice as the shadow snakes started to bite as well. It became a cycle that seemingly lasted forever, of fire and ice, before he succumbed to it.

Celosia pouted a bit and picked up one of the smaller snakes. "Boo. That was too fast." The snake wiggled about, winding up her arm to curl around her neck, content to rest. It made her coo as she turned and walked away, leaving Draco's corpse to rest on the floor.

She hummed in thought as she walked away from the mansion, snapping her fingers almost absentmindedly. The place caught fire, the peacocks shrieking in panic as they were trapped on all sides by the hungry flames, the embers greedily devouring all the history stored within the walls of the ancient building. She could hear the wails of the portraits trapped in the blaze, the sobbing as they realized that the fire wasn't stopping.

It was beautiful, music to her ears.

She grinned as she continued walking. "Hm... who next, I wonder?"

In response the snake squeezed her neck gently, letting her know it was still hungry.

Her grin grew ever darker. "Time to find a rat...."

That's it for this chapter folks! Hope you liked it, and yes it was very dark. Pettigrew is gonna be even worse.