The Girl Named Purple

A Way Out

Purple sat motionless in the dining room of Tom Riddle's mansion, wearing a baby pink night gown. Tom dressed her up in the most expensive things, as though she were his doll. She'd been staying with him for four days now.  She had no idea where Ron and Harry were but spent every moment that Tom was away going through his studies for clues, but still nothing.  Purple had no idea why Tom wouldn't let her go, but he promised he wouldn't try to be sexual with her if she didn't attempt to escape, for both of them the temptation to forget the deal was extreme. 

"Aren't you going to eat?" Hissed Tom as he placed another fork-full of spaghetti in his mouth.
"I'm not hungry" Said Purple. Tom furiously slammed his fork down and grabbed Purple by the wrist, leading her upstairs to their bedroom.
"Tom you're hurting me!" She yelled, knowing his hand would most likely leave a bruise on her wrist. Tom pushed her into their room.

"If you're not going to eat then you can stay up here and starve for all I care!" With that, Tom stormed out of the room and slammed the door. The moment he left, Purple's worried face, turned into a devious smile. This was exactly what she had planned. She quickly ran into the bathroom and grabbed her wand which she'd hidden under the sink.

She was a Truco-Witch, meaning her powers came and went, it's almost like a mixture between and Squib and a witch. Most of the time, her powers were gone and that's why she felt the need to be at the top of all of her classes a Hogwarts, she'd always had such a desire to prove herself. But after warming up with simple spells every night while Tom was asleep, she was ready.

She stood on the toilet looking out the window. Tom had put a course on the entire house that stopped her from getting out, but it was only a light curse as he didn't think she'd have power anytime soon. Purple grabbed her wand hard and used up all of the energy she had to lift the course. Her hand shook as she performed the spell and when it finally worked, she fell to the ground in weakness.

Suddenly she heard an alarm. She hurriedly opened the window and jumped out, falling on a tree in the front yard. Luckily, all of the guards were rushing upstairs to find her, and didn't notice that she was in the front of the house. As she climbed down from the tree, one of the branches scraped her leg which caused her to scream in pain, her hand muffling the noise. She didn't have the time to care for her leg, she hit the ground sprinting. All she could see were trees and bushes in the damp forest which Tom resided, but she was determined to keep running.

Fifteen minutes later, her shirt was soaked in tears and as she stopped running from the unbearable sensation of pain coming from the cut in her leg, but she heard the frightening sound of men running behind her and she knew it was the guards.  She bolted in to the nighttime darkness. After running for twenty more minutes, she hit a road. To her right she saw a sign that read "Brotch Town 1/2 mile." She ran in that direction. She knew better than to just ask someone for help, Tom had connections everywhere and she couldn't trust anyone. But she needed shelter and she needed to care for her leg.

When she reached the town, she looked around for a place with a lot of people where it might be easy to hide in the crowd. Her eyes landed on "The Butch Night Club." She ran around to the back and snuck in through the back door. When she got inside, she was hit with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol breath. The lights flashed so much that it was disorienting as she worked her way through the crowd. No one seemed to notice her, the girl limping with dirt all over her nightgown. People danced all around her, their warm and sweaty bodies hitting Purple as she found her way to the restroom. When she got into the stall, she tore a piece of her dress off and wrapped it around her cut. As she walked out of the stall she felt someone's hand on her shoulder. She immediately turned around with her hand on the wand in her back pocket (all though she knew she had no power left). In front of her stood a young woman, around her age.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you." Said the lady apologetically.

"Oh it's okay... I just... thought you were someone else." Said Purple.

"Is this the same person that did all that to you?" The woman said, looking at Purple's leg and then at her grown which was dirty and torn.

"I really have to go." Said Purple turning to leave.

"Wait! I just want to help you. Look, I know you're running away and I don't know what trouble you're in but I'm headed to my mom's house, she lives about 400 miles east. I can take you with me, you'll be safe!"

"Why do you want to help me?" Asked Purple.

"Because I know that you came from the Riddle mansion. I saw you running down the road and the only thing within a thirty mile distance west of here is the Riddle house. That's why I followed you into this place, I knew something wasn't right. Now are you coming or not?"

The woman walked out of the restroom. Purple hesitated. Why should she trust this woman? She might just lead her straight back to Tom. But something also seemed so comforting about the woman, and Purple knew that if she stayed in Brotch Town, Tom would find her for sure. Purple made up her mind, and walked out of the restroom to follow the woman.

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Hope you guys liked this chapter! It's gonna get a lot crazier from here! And no, a "Truco-Witch" is not an official part of the world of Harry Potter but hopefully one day it will be! Comment, Share Vote, Follow!