Delilah Pierce didn't have the best home life, and when in school she tended to blend in with the crowd. She didn't mind it though, she was perfectly content with her 2 friends and her brother.
But what happens when she comes back to her six year a...
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TW: Insinuations of SA/R@pe, Abu$e, and mentions of De@th. Panic attacks.
I kept my eyes locked on the floor as I stepped forward, the only way I knew the boggart was changing was by the sound of the twisting creature. My heart was beating out of my chest as I anxiously waited for the Boggart to form.
Then the twisting stopped.
A chocked gasp made me slightly turn my head to the side, Remus was watching my boggart with wide eyes and face so terribly pale, it made my throat close up when I figured who it would be.
Sharp pointy nails ran down the side of my face, and I clenched my eyes shut while trying to get away from the touch. "Look at me"
The raspy voice said, the same voice that recurs my worst nightmares. I shook my head frantically and tried to step back. He didn't like that. Those same nails gripped onto my face so forcefully that I felt blood trickle down my cheeks.
"Look. At. Me" The man growled and turned my face, the sting of the nails digging into my skin forced my eyes open.
His bright red eyes were the first thing I saw, then his sharp yellowing pointy teeth that were bared in a growl. The skin around his terrifying face was hairy and a scar ran down his left eye starting from his eyebrow and ending by his jaw. Scars that haunt me every day. Scars that I put there.
Fenrir Greenback stood in front of me, looking exactly the way he did last time I saw him.
He stretched his mouth into a psychotic smile and tilted my face up, "Did you miss me?" he taunted.
My chest heaved up and down rapidly, trying to get air into my lungs. "F-Fuck off" My voice trembled.
He furrowed his eyebrows and sneered, "What did I tell you about talking back, puppy?"
His hand lifted my head up so much, I had to stand on my toes. Fear was cursing though every cell of my body, and my hands subconsciously balled up into fists.
"You do not fight back" he said firmly, reciting the words he has told me since I was eleven.
Then he leaned his head forward, my head instantly flinched to the side, running away from his. He nuzzled his nose on my cheek and breathed in deeply before letting the air out. The feeling of his putrid breath hitting my skin made me want to scrub myself raw until I erased the feeling of him.
My eyes were swimming with tears, yet none of them fell. I could see the silhouette of my my friends, they were all standing up now, and for a moment I prayed to a god I had lost faith in long ago, so they would help me.
