WARNING!/ mentions of rape, physical abuse, depression
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Nova spent days in her room. Locked away from the world.
She didn't bother looking outside the window and see how peaceful the outside world looked like she always would. She didn't bother seeing Delilah or Atticus even though they would stop by and knock on her door once in a while.
She never responded.
After looking at herself in the mirror that day at the hospital she couldn't bare to look at herself. Or talk. As the days went by she stayed silent, so silent she swore she could hear her own heartbeat.
Even though she couldn't remember the letters from her own handwriting they were clear as day.
June 20th 1996
I'm writing this just in case they erase my memory. I woke up in my manor badly beaten up. I guess when I went unconscious they didn't bother to stop. Nobody has come to my aid yet, most likely nobody knows where I am. I haven't been allowed outside this room, I took a punch in my stomach to figure that out... Father isn't of any help either he's just as bad as the rest of them. I don't know what will happen to me here. I'll try to write I promise.
June 25th 1996
I can't write much, they come at random times and I can't let them see these notes. I'm terrified of them, they come and knock me down to my feet. Every guy that comes is different. Some go easy some don't, most times they choke me until my last breath. Still haven't been able to leave this room. Nobody has come to help.
June 27th 1996
The days have gotten worse. I don't know how much I can handle it, I can hardly move from the many times they've crucio'd me, if I do I start to twitch uncontrollably. I want this pain to stop. The worst part is it's no longer hitting me. Some men come to my room late at night when I'm asleep, they climb to my bed and start touching me... Fucking me. The part I hate the most is that they make me look into their eyes as they finish. The look of satisfaction once they come for what they want. If I don't do what they say they'll do it again just for the spite of it. I don't know how much longer I can take this.
June 29th 1996
My father came to see me after all this time. His look of disgust clear as day, the once loving and kind man I knew is long gone after I took a good look at him. He came to tell me I need to look presentable for tomorrow. Voldemort will be here. How can you look presentable when your face is barely recognizable, when the marks of your rapist are visibly noticed around your neck. Death sounds better than this. I never wanted this. Never imagined this.
June 30th 1996
They will wipe these memories away, I heard my father saying they want me back at Hogwarts for something. I'll be meeting Voldemort in a few hours. It's daunting to know the person that is willing to bring destruction to the wizarding world wants to meet you. You and him alone. My body can't take it anymore. Even writing this hurts me, I can barely move from the pain. My body twitches at loud noises, bruises from all colors cover my body. It feels like I'm a piece of skin in an empty vessel. The walls are thin here and one can pick up something. Something about a ho-
Nova hadn't slept, showered, or eaten. She can't bring herself to do it. These days all she has done is sit on her bed. Thinking.
Life doesn't seem worth it anymore, it's not pain she feels.
It's emptiness.
She feels nothing. How could she? If she lets herself feel something she thinks she won't be able to bare it. Knowing her father didn't care about her anymore and allowed all those vile things to happen to her, and for what spite? Revenge? Discipline?
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