Divine Violence

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs

When Priscilla woke up in her empty dormitory, she figured her friends were waiting for her in the common room. Having no recollection of how she even got into her bed, the girl got dressed slowly before making her way down stairs. She was lucky not many students stay at Hogwarts for the holidays, she didn't want to deal with anyone's sympathy when the Daily Prophet inevitably came out with an article on Walburga Black.

As she turned the corner into the common room, she spotted Hermione, Ron and Harry already waiting for her in their usual spots by the lit fireplace.

"Good morning," her voice cracked from last night's events.

They all looked at her with pitiful half smiles, telling her they probably knew some of what happened last night from Harry.

Sitting on the couch next to Hermione, they stayed silent for a moment before Ron decided to break the tension.

"Well, you going tell us how the old hag died or what happened?"

"Ronald! Have some respect," Hermione smacked him on the shoulder.

"Sorry Prissy, are you okay?" He sheepishly asked.

"I'm fine..." she muttered. "I was told to tell everyone that she died in her sleep, but I want you three to know the truth."

"We're are here for you no matter what, we are just grateful you're here with us," Harry spoke from the arm chair next to her.

The others nodded in agreement as Hermione held her hand, encouraging her to go on.

"As soon as I got home she used a spell to dig into my head, trying to find you, Hermione. I tried my best, she didn't see much until she came across the first memory I have with you three. During our sorting ceremony," she huffed. "It felt like she was scrabbling my brain, felt like she was in my head for hours."

The girl squeezed her hand.

"She called me a blood traitor and all sorts of things," Priscilla chuckled. "It didn't matter what she said though. I am who I am and I am proud to have friends like you three."

"We're your family," Ron gave her a warm smile.

"After that she didn't speak to me till we had to go over to the Notts. I thought it was going to be a regular dinner, we used to go over there all the time so I didn't think anything of it," she began to get angry by the thought alone. "Theodore Nott Senior proposed that Theo and I will marry when he graduates in three years. Walburga wanted me to have children as soon as possible to continue the pure blood family line."

"Thirteen and she already planned for you to get married in three years?" Hermione gasped.

In the corner of her eye she spotted Harry gripping the arm of his chair harshly, his knuckles turning white.

"It's not uncommon in a pure-blood family," she explained. "But anyways, I lashed out and refused. Rushing back to the house, I started to pack my things- anything I could fit into my trunk. I planned to come back to Hogwarts and never return. I was done, she wanted to control every aspect of my life and I couldn't handle it anymore. I have my own furniture plans and she wasn't going to ruin that. I was going to run away, just like my father."

Priscilla started to choke up but quickly controlled her emotions, putting on the mask she was too comfortable in.

"I was this close," she held her finger and thumb close together but not quite touching. "As soon as I came down the stairs she was there waiting for me. With my own wand, she dragged me down to the family cellar. Chained up, I was hopeless as she explained she'd have someone's son come down there and...if it meant I'd carry on the family line."