The Assassin and her Prince

Uncovering

TW: PANIC ATTACK & BLOOD

"A-A-A WHAT?!" He was screaming, oh fuck he was screaming. Make it stop please.

"Please c-calm down Scor-rp. I-I can-n exp-plain but s-stop scream-ming."

"No Alina I won't stop screaming! You could hurt my FRIENDS, my FATHER, ME! No, Alina, no. This is not going to happen. We all thought all he'd done was hurt you, but he made you into a KILLER!" He was in her face now, and she was not breathing. She was going to have another panic attack, she could feel it.

Alina no longer saw Scorpius' face, but her captor's. All the nights he screamed at her while cutting her body open, or when he was demeaning, and violating her. Suddenly she was no longer in her dorm, but her small room at his house.

The many hours she would spend, bandaging her body, putting ointments on it, cleaning the blood up from her room, from her clothes. She no longer felt human, she felt like a broken discarded object, and here was another man bringing those same emotions forth.

Soft hands brought her back to the dorm, Scorpius was pacing the room, absolutely seething, and muttering to himself. Blaire was rubbing her back, and Theo was looking between her an Scorp, utterly confused.

"Minha? What happened?"

"She's a bloody assassin is what happened. Yeah, her captor? The guy who hurt her and made her look like THAT? Made her a killer. She can't stay here, I'm going to Mcgonangall." Scorpius stormed out of the room, Theo hot on his tail.

"Is that true?" Alina felt Blaire's hands pause on her back. She's buying into it, the thought of me hurting them

"Yes, but I'd never hurt you, or Theo, or Scorp, or anyone. Not anymore. I was always forced to do it. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here today at all."

"Would he still have you?"

"No Blaire, I'd be dead." She stifled a gasp. "These scars are from him hurting me, as punishment for not doing something right. If I slipped up in training, didn't accomplish what I was supposed to, if the target wasn't killed properly, I would be torn apart, with a knife, or from the inside out."

"You've killed people?"

"Yeah I have, I'm definitely not proud of it, I hated it. If he hadn't done what he did to me, that's what my nightmares would be. I still remember their names, every detail of their face, the lives they had, the families, and their faces, as they died."

"It certainly seems easier for you to talk about that than anything else." Blaire sighed and wrapped an arm around Alina, bringing them both to lay on Alina's bed.

"I opened up to Scorp, almost entirely. I answered the questions he had without causing anything for myself, and he started screaming. I a-asked him to sto-op but he wouldn-n't. I saw every aftermath of the nights he got angry, and all I saw was him, not Scorp. I'm surprised I didn't end up in the hospital wing again. Th-HOLY MOTHER OF FUC-" An owl perched on her lap scaring the ever-loving shit out of Alina. It squaked, cutting off her language.

Two letters were attached, one from Mcgonagall, and the other from the Minister of Magic.

She opened the Headmistress' one first,

Miss Alina

Please come to my office immediately

Signed,

HeadMistress Mcgonagall

Then the next letter,

Miss Wainwright,