The Harvinger's Return; The Heart of a Slave Girl

The Slave: Part 5

"Wake up, you insolent brat!" Shouted Eliza. Claire opened her eyes and saw she was strapped down to a chair. Her eyes widened as she looked around the room and noticed all the torture devices. "Welcome to my room of pain, rat." Eliza hissed. Claire was mortified. "Hmm first I think you should try the spanish donkey." Eliza purred sadisticly. Claire's eyes flickered the triangle wooden beam and then back to Eliza. "So you must be hurt knowing you were a creation." Claire baited. Eliza grew confused. "How did you-"

"Do you hate me because she loved me and not you?" Claire asked. Eliza struck her across the face. "Shut up." Eliza hissed. Claire blew her hair out of her face, completely unfazed. "Or was it that I had both my parent's love and you had nothing?" Claire challenged. Eliza shook with fury. "You can stop now, turn away from evil," Claire looked at Eliza softly causing the wicked girl to faulter. "I am your sister... I have always wanted a sister." Claire was baiting her but Eliza looked like she was concidering it. "Just untie me and we can leave this place... together." Claire finished with a gentle look. Eliza held her gaze, making Claire wish she knew what was going through the girl's head. "No." Eliza said simply and casted the torture curse explicting a blood curtling scream from Claire's lips.

Hours later, Claire was leaning forward, bloody and baddered. She wished the pain would stop as every muscule inside of her was in agony. Eliza had shown no mercy and now Claire had a busted lip, bruised and cut cheek and her eyes were swollen shut. She was sure most of her ribs were cracked or broken and she couldn't feel her legs. Two men then entered the room and untied her, hoisting her up causing her to cry out in pain. They then set her on the Spanish Donkey. Claire faught weakly as they tied her arms behind her back and then tied weights to her ankles. It was almost immediatly the fresh pain hit her. Claire cried out as she felt like she was being split in half. *Bang* The door was blown open as Snape knocked out the two Death Eaters. He rushed to Claire, removed the weights, and helped her off of it. Claire's throat was so raw that she could barely cry when Snape craddled her. He looked at her in horror and disaparated to the Hospital wing at Hogwarts.

Eliza entered the doom to find it in shambles, two knocked out Death Eaters, and an escaped prisoner. She screamed animously in rage.

Claire laid in the Hospital bed, bandaged up and mended. Severus had sat at her bed side for 3 days, holding her hand and pleading for her to wake up from her coma-like state. Fred walked in and saw Snape holding Claire's hand in his own. He heard him sobbing and his heart clentched. This was his his fault. He turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, too angry with himself to care if he disturbed other patients.

Claire awoke to arguing. It was dark and cold but she focused on the voices. "How dare you blame my daughter for your brother running off!" She heard Snape hiss. "I'm not saying that! I am saying after he came here to see Claire, he wasn't the same. What have YOU done to my brother, Snape?!" She could only guess it was George. Then it sunk in. Fred had run away from her. She swallowed hard and wished to see him. Claire felt a pull from behind her navel and before she knew it, she laid in the snow outside a log cabin. Claire shivered as she got to her feet and stumbled up the steps and banged on the door. The door opened and there stood Fred, looking broken and raged. "Claire," he pulled her in and shut the door. She felt the rush of heat and moaned softly as she rubbed her hands together. She felt Fred drape a wool blanket over her as he guided her to the rug in front of the fireplace. He sat down with her and the two fell silent. The only thing that could be heard was the howl of the wind outside and the crackle of the warm fire. They stayed like that for what seemed hours until Claire looked at him. "It wasn't your fault," Fred looked down at his hands in his lap, his face hard. Claire reached out to touch his cheek. "Fred," he caught her hand and pulled her close only to slam her down hard on her back, his other hand wrapped around her throat. He was now straddling her. "I could have killed you! You should be afraid of a monster like me." He snarled. Claire took a shakey breath and reached up, cupping his face causing him to soften. "Your not the monster, Fred," he removed his hand from her neck, resting it against the wood beside her head. "Eliza is the monster... a monster that cannot be reasoned with." She said softly. Tears fell on her but she didn't mind. "I love you, Fred Weasley and nothing will change that." Her words were warm and true as Fred claimed her lips passionatly. Claire moaned as she wrapped her arms aeound his neck and rolled them over so she was top. The fireplace roared and the flames grewas they expressed their love to one another.