The Girl Who Fought | h.p |

Home Sweet Home

TW: MENTIONS of sexual assault

Two people sat on either side of the long dark table. Each held a pearly white teacup in hand.

One had blood-red eyes and no hair. His pale snake-like face was missing a nose. His long figures were prepared to play the piano of death, waiting for the proper moment to strike. 

This man (sorta) is Tom Riddle. More commonly known as You-Know-Who, or, by those brave enough to speak it, Voldemort. 

On the other end sat a girl. She was known for her outer beauty and, by few, for her inner beauty. Unfortunately, her skin was pale and bruised. Her bones were more pronounced from the malnourishment. Dark circles were more prominent than ever. Her honey eyes held the shadows of her haunted past. 

This woman was Nova Lupin-Black. More commonly known; Voldemort's pain in the ass. 

"I'm pleased you could join me," Voldemort tried to say charmingly. 

Nova found it hard to see him as anything more than a monster. 

"I didn't have a choice, did I?" Nova growled. 

"For once in your life," Regulus pleaded. "Don't try to piss him off!"

"She's Padfoot's daughter! What the bloody hell did you expect?" James exclaimed. 

"I take high offense to that," Sirius stated. 

Voldemort ignored her comment. "Please, have some tea."

Nova knew exactly what was in her tea. It was truth serum. 

This bloody bastard would have to try harder than that. 

He is the reason Nova and Harry's lives were less than they could've been. He is the reason she was nearly raped. 

Voldemort will pay. Nova will make sure of it. 

The bastard watched eagerly as Nova slowly began to 'drink' the tea. 

"So tell me. Where is Harry Potter?"

"I don't know."

"What is he planning?"

"I don't know."

Voldemort's red eyes narrowed menacingly. Slowly, he raised the cup to his mouth and slowly began to drink. 

"So . . ." Nova trailed off. "How have you been?"

Voldemort was taken aback by her question. "Fine."

"That's nice," Nova nodded as she set her cup down. 

"You are dismissed."

"Okay."

Nova stood and allowed Wormtail to guide her back to her room. 

"If you touch me, I will cut the rest of your fingers off you fucking traitor," Nova growled. 

Wormtail squealed and took a step back. 

"She should do it anyway," Sirius stated with a shrug. 

As usual, the moment Nova got to her room (which had no furniture in it), she found her corner and sat in it. 

It's been one week since Greyback . . .did stuff, and Nova was attempting to heal. She didn't pretend it didn't happen because it did. She forced herself to face the reality that she was sexual assault, and that was something she'd have to live with. She flinched almost anytime something came too close to her, but she's been doing that since her first night here. Sometimes, she could smell Greyback's awful scent, and almost burst into tears.