Book one of two.
Post war.
Odette Elara Viotto can't help but feel foreign in the place she grew up in, and seems to believably lie that she is coping like others around her.
After one dark wizard perishes, another forges- reeking havoc within the...
(!!TW!! This chapter contains mentions of death, blood, violence, abuse and many other upsetting topics that may be triggering)
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I never had a chance to be soft. I was always bloody knuckles and shards of glass. I wanted people to be afraid of hurting me.
-Unknown author
Odelia had body bound her sister and father at the ministry, hiding them in a broom closet, casting almost a hundred enchantments so they wouldn't be heard or seen.
It was the witches first time using the Ministry's floo networks, so she was a tad apprehensive about stepping into the green flames— but she knew she hadn't any time to spare, so she pushed herself forth and whispered her desires location.
"Viotto Manor."
She past by what seemed a thousand crates before she arrived at the fireplace within her family's sitting room.
It took Odelia two minutes to build up the courage to enter her home, the last time she was in it the Venator's were ransacking it, looking for the two Slytherin's who resided within it.
That's when she thought of the boy for the first time in a while, since she was taken from his arms back in his home by her father.
Had he awoken to notice her absence yet?
Would he even care?
Would anyone even care if she truly were dead?
Don't think like that, she told herself. And if they do, it's better, because who knows the outcomes today will bring.
She practically ran to the cellar door beneath the grand staircase, using her fathers wand to unlock it.
"Alohomora," she whispered, smiling at the sound of the lock clicking open.
