The Slave | T.M.R

Chapter 1

As Anneliese looked at herself in the mirror she felt angelic, ethereal even. But inside, she knew she was a monster. Because she had killed hurt. She hadn't just hurt them, she tortured them, made them beg for their life, mocked them, and ended their miserable lives. Not only was that unacceptable, but she felt no sympathy for them. And she wasn't someone to be forgiven, because she'd gladly do it again. She was a psychopath, not that she cared. With a glare that cut sharp like daggers, and a body that could've been compared to one of a goddess, she was the perfect weapon. And no one would've expected it. Much less from him.

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"Anneliese!", her father's serious voice growled at her from downstairs. She scowled, "What do you want, Oskar?", she calmly asked him. She hated the man, and one day she told herself she would make him regret all the years of pain he had put her through.

"You have to go now, or the train will leave without you," he complained. "No one likes impatient people", she said back. "You better have finished packing your trunk and putting Ophelia in her cage, dear" her father yelled. "Yes Oskar, I finished packing my trunk, and I put Ophelia in her cage a quarter hour ago", she replied hotly. "Bastard," she muttered under her breath. "Good girl," he said, not having heard her. "Well then, on you go. I'm sure you can manage to get there yourself. You're capable enough. You'll be apparating, so make sure you don't splinch yourself, otherwise there won't be any hope for you getting a husband," he chuckled. "And how do you suppose I apparate somewhere I've never been?" she murmured."I don't see how that's any of my concerns, Anneliese." "Fine then." As she went to grab the floo powder she took one last long look around her. She wouldn't miss it, she thought. The only thing she'd miss would be her privacy and her training, even if it was painful. "Goodbye, Oskar," she said once she reached the fireplace. She walked in and took a deep breath. "Kings Cross," she spoke each syllable as clearly as she could. She closed her eyes, and felt the familiar feeling of being squeezed into a tube. When she opened her eyes she had already arrived at Kings Cross. 

Once Anneliese walked out of the fireplace, she couldn't help but smell the coal in the air and gag. She rushed through Station 9 3/4's barrier and finally, Anneliese could breathe normally again, without having to breath through her mouth. Once she spotted the train, she let go of her luggage. "Wingardium Leviosa" she muttered, as she performed a swish and flick motion with her hand. Anneliese was talented in wandless magic, what else could've been expected from a pureblooded witch such as herself?

When the angel-like girl stepped onto the train, she soon discovered that all the compartments were full. After searching for one that wasn't completely full, she found one that only had four people in it. "May I sit here? All the other compartments are full," she explained. The fair-haired one nodded, "Of course you may," he replied. "I'm Abraxas Malfoy," the platinum blonde teenager said.  "I am Maxwell Nott", the chestnut-haired one said. "You can call me Icarius Lestrange", the boy with raven coloured hair said. "And I am Tom, Tom Marvolo Riddle.", the boy with brown curled hair and mesmerising brown eyes said, making eye-contact with Anneliese.

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guys I'm gonna be updating everything, because this is actually trash LMAO. this way it'll also count for CAS, so expect updates

-Xoxo Cordelia