Betrayal, pain and anger were all Adelaide Potter-Black knew.
After the battle of Hogwarts, Adelaide thought it was about time she lived the life she deserved, what she didn't expect was for a person she loved as a sister, to end it before it could...
This chapter includes violence, child abuse and talks of past abuse.
Mortem lurked in the shadows, his eyes sharp and cold as he observed the scene before him. He had been minding his own business, flicking between checking on his darling witch and knocking out a mountain of paperwork, until he felt it—the familiar pull of someone's life gradually slipping away. Mortem expected it to be like any other day, not giving the trip much thought until he arrived at an orphanage somewhere in Northern Europe. He followed the pull as he always did when called upon, but what he discovered made his blood boil.
"You vile, ugly devil spawn!" An older woman of Swedish descent screeched as she continuously struck a young man across his bare back with a leather belt.
The young man had curly dark brown hair, soaked with sweat with pieces stuck to his forehead, and although he was at least fifteen years old, his features appeared more mature and sharp. His jaw was clenched painfully tight, refusing to make a single sound as he endured her violent words and physical strikes. His body was trembling and as Mortem moved along the shadows to their right, he could see the old wounds across his back and chest, making it clear that this was far from the first time this has happened. He knew the young wizard's life was slowly draining and from the dazed look in his eyes, Mortem knew he had accepted his face.
"No one loves you, boy! You disgrace this world, you bring hate and violence with your freakishness and I'll put an end to it, today!"
A hollow laugh escaped the bloodied wizard's lips as he looked over his shoulder at the matron. His voice a mixture of British and American surprised Mortem, assuming he had been from Sweden— the country he currently resided in. "I'd rather be a f-freak than anything like you"
Her face went unhealthily red and her hand shot out, grabbing the boy by his curls and pulling his head back. She adjusted the belt slightly to ensure the metal would be the thing to connect with his skin and pulled her arm back, and with one aggressive swing, the metal buckle of the belt connected with his face. Instantly, his arms gave way as he groaned loudly and he collapsed onto the cold stone floor, blood pouring from his back and face while he remained completely still. The matron's eyes sparkled with dark satisfaction, a smirk forming on her face as she looked at the damage she had caused.
"Patetisk" She spat over his bloodied body and strolled out of the room. (Pathetic)
Mortem's nostrils flared and his fists clenched, his entire being practically radiated fury and he was having a hard time controlling it — he needed Adelaide but he refused to bring his love anywhere near such triggering circumstances. Taking a deep breath, he slowly stepped out of the shadows and approached the young man. Mortem knelt and ran his fingers through the damp curls, the action was soft and comforting enough to make the wizard stir.
"Hmmm" His head lifted slightly with struggle and as the wizard looked up at Mortem, he took the chance to push into his memories.
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