celine- thee of a kind

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Celine sat down; the small, cramped cupboard was all she knew. Her twin brother had long left for Hogwarts for his fifth year, a place she had always dreamed of going ever since she had first heard about it. Ever since his letter, she has had worse to live through.

The Dursleys were her only family that were left for her; her only true blood had long abandoned her; her brother, whom she thought would have her back forever, had abandoned her long before. Now she was stuck with pain and misery in Dursley's manor.

As usual, it involved getting up early, preparing breakfast, cleaning up afterward, and tidying the house before having one meal a day, possibly accompanied by several beatings if all went according to plan. In the worst situations, she was pulled into Mr. Dursley's room in the middle of the night for reasons she was still not entirely sure of, other than the fact that she felt repulsed later;  ripping her skin off and washing herself in boiling water right after.

Occasionally, Dudly's cruel companions would inflict more severe torture on the helpless girl, until she reached an unbearable point. Her body was covered in scars and bruises from the years, most of which were only for her guardians' amusement. Eventually, the fifteen-year-old had given up on speaking; after all, who could hear her cries?

August was just another week for her; there was stomping on top of the confined cupboard earlier than normal. "You, get up! Prepare my breakfast ! I have to leave early today to work! " Celine was startled awake when her uncle stormed out. She made her way quickly and silently to the kitchen, where she started removing the eggs and bacon from the fridge. She started arranging the table, and her magical hands swiftly produced breakfast, just in time for Vernon to get dressed. Her uncle came into the kitchen shortly after hearing the loud clatter of her cousin's brother coming down the stairs. They began eating like pigs while seated at the tiny round table. Observing their looks, she felt like throwing up the little food she had consumed in the last three days. She started to wipe the plates, and shortly after that, Vernon left. She shivered when she felt hands glide down her thigh and noticed Dudley was standing behind her, his eyes shadowed. "You're pretty, Celine; maybe you can move upstairs with me soon," he said, blowing a kiss close to her ear before leaving. At his contact, she felt dirty and slimy.

Not long later, she started reading the passages again while sitting in her tiny cabinet with a book she had taken from Harry a few years prior. The book covered the fundamentals of the dark arts, and two other books were placed in front of her potions and "history of magic." She was an expert at all spells she had read, and she possessed the unique ability to cast spells without a wand. Although She was unaware of her talents. 

"Inamorato—the destined mates; a witch or wizard sometimes is born with a 'bond'; the bonds are called mates" was the page she had read over and over again. 'A wizard or witch may have more than one partner; they are meant to be together from the beginning of their birth. Mates are able to sense and experience each other's emotions. Until they meet, they will feel empty, as though a piece of their hearts is missing. Mates have a sacred and powerful bond. Since the death of one would leave the other without a portion of their soul for the rest of their lives, they are obligated to love each other and only each other. "

Celine had always felt a part of herself missing; after reading this, she knew that she had a mate—not one but two of them. She felt the emotions of two people in her, sometimes extreme sadness and others anger or joy. It was how she felt sane and how she still had a glimmer of hope in her being as to not give up her hope of escaping.

Soon after her aunt Petunia had eaten her meal in Celine's absence, she was to eat the leftovers. Remembering when Vernon found her sneaking a meal for herself sent chills down her spine. The punishment was one of the worst she had received. So, making sure to only eat the scraps, she sat down on the edge of the kitchen. Before she could reach the plate, a knock came from the back door, right next to where she sat. Before she could get up to check on who had come, a letter slipped from under the door in a brown envelope. She had seen this before—the same letter Harry had gotten on their 11th birthday.