TW: Evan Rosier (mentions of r@pe & r@pe)
Charlotte Black got off the train and was created with her house elf- Kreacher.
"Come on Mistress Charlotte. Your parents are waiting for you." He said before grabbing her hands and apparating into 12 Grimmauld Place.
Walburga and Orion merely turned to see who had apparated but soon turned away.
"There's a dress on your bed. I expect you unpacked and changed by seven." Walburga told her daughter.
Charlotte immediately ran upstairs. She had five hours to get ready and unpack.
That sounds like an easy task.
———
Lottie finished brushing out her blonde curls once more before looking up and down at herself.
She had been forced to wear a black short, silk dress paired with some incredibly high heels.
The Gryffindor girl hated how short it was and had to keep pulling it down so she wouldn't expose anything.
She walked around her room for a moment, checking how the heels felt and applied a little more perfume before stepping downstairs.
Looks like her cousins were here too.
Narcissa was practically glued to Lucius' arm and Bellatrix was sat picking at her nails.
Then he walked in.
Evan Rosier.
———
The party had begun and Charlotte already wanted to drown herself in any drink available.
Her parents let her have a muggle drink called wine at these parties as it showed her 'maturity' and how 'single' she was and had been.
She was stood starting into her cup when a strong smell of mint erupted her senses from behind her.
She hated mint.
She hated the person behind her as well.
Charlotte turned around to be greeted with Evan Rosier.
"Hey there Char." He greeted.
"Don't call me Char. In fact, you lost all first name privileges when you raped me."
"Come on, Charlotte!" Rosier started. "You know you liked it."
"No I did not like the fact that my biggest fear came true. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better faces to see than yours."
Lottie tried stepping around the boy but failed as he blocked her path.
"I don't think so."
"Move, Evan."
"Awww, poor Charlotte. Not got your mudblood friends to save you this time."
"You dare insult my friends like that you-"
"Ah! Evan. What a surprise! Didn't think I'd see you here." Walburga has walked over.
"Yes, Mrs Black. I was just talking to your daughter about how lovely you are."
'Suck up.' Charlotte thought.
"Well, that's just amazing. My daughter comes in handy for something, if you know what I mean." Mrs Black winked at Evan, making Charlotte want to throw up.
"I know exactly what you mean, Mrs Black."
"Well, I've got to check on how my party is going. Farewell Mr Rosier."
"Farewell, Mrs Black."
When her mother was out of earshot, Charlotte started to talk again.
"Suck up." Charlotte shot at him.
Evan shrugged. "Got to make sure your mother has a good impression of me. Now, you're coming with me, Petite salope" he continued to drag her out of the ballroom and into the spare bedroom, placing a locking and silencing charm on the door.
———
Charlotte woke up earlier than usual, surprised and confused to see her bare body in the guest bedroom.
She looked left, nothing.
She looked right, Empty.
Shit.
Charlotte wanted to die now after all the memories of last name had flooded back to her like a tsunami.
Fuck.
Lottie slipped the tight dress back on and tried the lock.
Thank Merlin it was open.
Evan must've fled the scene.
Her parents were up.
Double shit.
"What in Merlin's name are you doing Charlotte?" Orion questioned.
"Mother, Father! You don't understand! Evan, he raped me!" Charlotte tried to explain.
"Don't lie!" Walburga started. "Evan Rosier is a lovely young man who wouldn't do a thing! Get your arse in here!" She carried on, pulling her daughter into the room.
"CRUCIO!"
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EDITED 19/11/23
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𝒞𝒶𝓇𝒹𝒾𝑔𝒶𝓃- ℛ.𝒥.ℒ ¹
Fantasy"𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓌 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓂 𝒷𝓁𝑒𝑒𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔." Where Charlotte 'Lottie' Black and Remus Lupin aren't as different as they thought they were. Disclaimer! I own no rights to the Harry Potter Franchise...
