LEGILIMENS! - (maleoc) [DISCONTINUED]

Prologue + Warnings

WARNINGS: This chapter, and story throughout has mentions of child abuse, mental abuse, and physical abuse.

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Nicolo pov

I stood next to me father in the basement of the Avery manor. A short, quivering house elf dragged a Muggle in, dropping his body carelessly onto the cold stone floors. The Muggle was pale, and quite frankly looked like he was going to hurl his last meal within the next 10 minutes. Finally, the house elf bowed and left.

"Well- get on with it then" My father hissed. I wanted to glare at him, punch him, or hex him into misery. Neither of those delightful options were available for me.

Gaspar Cornelius Avery. His blood might run through my veins, but I hate him with cell in my body. Unfortunately, he's the only immediate family I've got. Not that my mother was much better though, hell she was one of You-Know-Who's most trusted Death Eaters.

I forced myself to look back at the Muggle. He was half-conscious, though whatever part of him was still awake would most likely have been incapacitated by fear..

I turned to the Muggle, and repeated the same process I had done for years. Wandlessly, and non-verbally, I entered his mind.

"His name is Thomas Riker, age 32, lives on 146 Yorkshire Street" I said

"Go on" My father smirked.

"He lives with his husband, and his two adopted daughters" I saw my fathers face turn cold. Homophobic asshole.

"Well get on with it." He snarled.

Biting back a scoff, I pulled out my wand, and uttered the words "Legilimens." Tears immediately started to pour down the Muggles- no, Thomas's, face, and he started muttering the words "no, no no" over and over again. His hands began to claw at the air, as his muttered sobs gradually grew louder. He was watching his family die, at least, as a vision in his head.

But it was all my fault.

"Good, good." My father walked over to me, smiling sadistically. "You've done well." A child should appreciate some sort of validation from their parents. A pat on the back, for being completely demented. Thomas had started to scream by now, and I couldn't blame him. Emotional pain is so much worse than physical pain.

"The Dark Lord has risen now-" I grit my teeth as he began to pace, not even acknowledging the shouts and screams of pain he could clearly hear. "--and you might just get the Avery family back in his good graces." He smiled again, brushing my hair out of my face.

"It's time your sent to Hogwarts. You're already ahead of your age academically so the transition wont be an issue, and this would bring in good connections." He paused, seemingly thinking to himself. "It could be quite useful if the Dark Lord had such a powerful asset close to Dumbledore anyhow."

I gulped. Hogwarts was like Neverland for me. A dreamland where darkness would simply slip away. When I was younger, I would look at pictures of the castle, and create visions of my own where I was a normal kid, with friends, playing Quidditch, being free.

But the way my father put it, I would be the Captain Hook in this story, intruding on this world of happiness, and corrupting it with my presence.

Swinging his cloak, my father turned around and strode out of the basement, clanging the door behind him. Leaving me alone with my thoughts, and Thomas Riker.

I let out the shaky breath I was holding in, and with a calm hand, I pointed my wand at Thomas and muttered 'Obliviate' promptly erasing any memories he had of the vision, or the wizarding world. He didn't deserve this shit.

"Holly!" I called out. The house elf from before apparated in front of me right away. I had attempted to free her on multiple occasions, but she simply refused to take any sort of clothing I gave her. At first I wanted to order her to take the clothes, but it was Holly's life after all, what right did I have to go against her wishes?

"Bring Thomas back to his family. make sure you aren't seen, and that he is returned safely" I told Holly briskly. The elf nodded curtly, and snapped her fingers to Disapparate. Technically, I was supposed to let him die, but I couldn't simply leave Thomas in his misery like this.

Because after wanting a loving family for 15 years, I wasn't about to take one away from somebody.

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