Divine Violence

The Second Generation

The Second Generation

After wishing Kreacher farewell Priscilla boarded the Hogwarts Express right before the train started its journey. The morning was going smoothly for the girl, she didn't see Walburga when she left Grimmwauld Place even though she was running late and she thanked Merlin for it. Striding through the narrow corridor, she looked in every compartment for her three friends.

The young Black, too excited and a little delirious from no sleep, wasn't looking ahead of her when she was abruptly stopped, colliding into a hard chest. Before she could fall long, lanky arms wrapped around her preventing her from embarrassing herself further.

Looking up in shock at the tall figure, she met the deep dark ocean in the eyes of one of her childhood best friends.

"Well if it isn't my favorite blood traitor," Theodore Nott spoke, smirking down at her. "You better have been looking for me."

Not wanting to admit that she was in fact not looking for him, Priscilla opted on wrapping her arms around him squeezing tight and inhaling his comforting scent.

"I missed you, Theo," she whispered into his chest.

The boy sighed, already guessing how her summer had been. He could see it just by looking at her. Her pale complexion telling him she didn't go outside at all over the holiday. The dark blood shot eyes giving away restless nights. Theodore, worst of all, could feel the neglect by the way every part of her body holding onto him, so tightly from being touch deprived, felt like he was hugging bones. Even though she tried to hide her body with her oversized sweater, it didn't mask any of it the way she had hoped.

"Salazar, what did she do to you?" He held her shoulders with outstretched arms, looking over her even more.

She backed up a step, icing him out, "nothing she hasn't done before but it doesn't matter now, we'll be at Hogwarts soon."

"Priscilla...you know you can talk to me?" his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and hatred.

He didn't know the full extent of what went on behind closed doors at the House of Black, but he had a pretty good idea coming from his own experiences with his father. He hated Walburga as much as he hated his own family.

"I have to go find Harry but we'll talk soon, yeah?" The black haired girl moved pasted him, not wanting to have this talk right now.

Theodore didn't even get a chance to say another word as she picked up her pace walking further away from him. Running his fingers through his curly hair, he sighed out once more before going back into his compartment where Draco and Blaze sat watching the interaction from the other side of the clear glass sliding doors. He knew she wouldn't be talking to him anytime soon, being a year older he never saw the girl at the castle.

"Little Black is looking pretty good this year," Blaze spoke out with a grin as he followed Theodore with his eyes as he sat across from him.

"Don't speak about my cousin like that," Draco scuffed with disgust.

Theodore looked at the boy across from him with a frown. "She's skin and bones, Blaze. She looks sick- she is sick."

Draco shifted in his seat with a guilty expression, he too knew what his cousin goes through and it had only gotten worse when she was sorted into Gryffindor.

And it was all his fault.

Walburga had sent him a letter a week after the sorting ceremony, asking how Priscilla was doing since she hadn't heard from her. Writing back, he explained he barely saw her anymore since they were in separate houses. After Christmas, when the students were back from holiday, Draco knew he messed up when he spotted the girl.