Phoenix Lestrange

Chapter One

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Phoenix Lestrange had lived most parts of her life in Azkaban prison. She had no idea where her parents were, only that they had dumped her on the orphanage's doorstep when she was only a few days old. She had lived there until she turned eleven. One night on her eleventh birthday several men came and took her. They grabbed her before she could scream for any help,  she was thrown into the most horrible place she had ever been. There she had lived for four whole years and was now fifteen. She hadn't seen a sunny day since that time and had forgotten how to speak. She didn't know how, she didn't know anything. Why she was there and who she was.

One day Phoenix couldn't stand it. Her magic was too big when her usual breakdown appeared. The iron door who was supposed to keep her locked away got smashed into small tiny pieces. White light surrounded her and before she knew it she was gone. With a crack Phoenix landed on a snowy ground, dressed in her patched and dirty prison shirt. Her skinny arms were bare and her body bruised. Her hair was long and tatty, reminding more of a crow's nest.

She looked around and was surrounded by a dreary looking industrial city. Where was she? The familiar dark Azkaban were nothing like this. The chilly cold feeling, who sucked any flicker of happiness out of her wasn't there. The feeling of not being tortured by depressing and horrible memories where so overwhelming. It was so good and relaxing and even though it was cold outside and she was shivering she felt...warm. Finally being able to relax for once.

But the comfort zone didn't last when her body began to shake violently. Nobody could see her like this, if they did she would get sent back and possibly killed. Escaping from Azkaban were punished by death or even worse. The Dementor's kiss. She encircled her body to try and hold the warmth inside and began running down an alley. It was a dreary industrial city, that's for sure, surrounded by old dreary looking houses. Still this was the first thing Phoenix had seen after she apparated without knowing how. She was grateful and the alley gave her a warmer feeling than what it would do to most people.

She ran for around ten minutes until she came to a house at least two stories high. One of the windows was open, but the house looked inhabited. Snow began falling and her bare feet threatened to fail. Phoenix used what left of her strength to push open the window further and slide inside. Warmth came rushing towards her as she landed on the floor with a dunk. But it didn't last for long before she heard footsteps and suddenly everything became black.

She was laying on something hard. Her feet and arms were tied together behind her back and her mouth was gagged. Slowly she dared to open her eyes, only to close them from pure fear. In front of her was a figure dressed in a black cloak, looking very like a Dementor. He was staring down at her with an expression filled with anger, coldness and absolutely no compassion at all. His wand was pointed directly at her and she bit her teeth further into the cloth in her mouth while closing her eyes shut.

"Phoenix Lestrange, isn't it?" She heard the man say, before kicking her in the ribs. Making her whimper in pain, but not scream. The ties around her made it difficult to move, actually she was immobile. She felt the bat looking figures foot kick her again before he bent down on her level. His face only centimeters from hers and he whispered softly, cruelty and evilness underneath.

"I am going to send you back to where you belong, but first I will have you beg for mercy. First I will have you laying there on the floor completely helpless and waiting for the pain to come."

He got up on his feet again and pointed his wand at her. "You will pay for what you did towards those people. Crucio" The pain, the exaggerating pain poured through her body. She screamed and screamed under the cloth in her mouth. It hurt so much. Fighting against the ropes while laying there on the ground and screaming. It felt like it was never going to end. It felt so horrible. Not like the Dementors, but in another way.