Torture. Regulus Black - Revised.

Chapter One

Helloooo, anyone who's reading this!! This is the revised version of Torture, a Regulus Black FF. I've re-read the original and found it a little quick and short, hopefully I do a good job, remember to vote and comment!!

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Breathe left my lungs as I landed with a jolt on the cold flagstone floors, cautiously I looked up into the grey eyes of my tormentor. Why did he have to smile at me like that every time he knocked me about in the hallways? He liked seeing me helpless and upset; my eyes dropped immediately to the scattered books on the floor, some beneath the feet of his friends.

“Watch where you’re going.” He sneered dropping the smile from his lips as he spoke, his friends circled me as I tried my hardest not to fumble and drop my books again. “What no apology?” he asked as I heaved myself to my feet, knee’s shaking with fear as I tried to walk away, spotting a small gap between two of the smaller boys.

“I’m sorry.” I mumbled going for the gap, he grabbed my arm pulling me to a stop, his face inches away from mine, I kept my eyes on his chin.

“Leave her alone Black, she’s pathetic enough as it is.” Malfoy snorted as he walked past with the even more terrifying group of Slytherins than those I was surrounded by.

“She’s not even pure.” Rabastan smirked lifting my hair up and letting it drop across my face, I cringed as he touched me, and anger flared.

“Purer than you.” I spat unable to help myself, the Lestrange’s had a muggle back in the not too distant past.

“She spits.” Black laughed turning to look me over, his eyes raking my body as I cringed further. “See you soon.”

As soon as his grip loosened on my arm and escaped, I could be fast when the time called for it and it only was when I was near him, Black. The younger one but I don’t know his name; I don’t want too to be honest.

The great hall was full of students when I got there but I didn’t have any friends so I perched on the end of the Ravenclaw table. I was too scared I’d make friends and then they find out who I am, who my mother is, who my cousin is.

Mother had changed our name to the sperm donors, but there was always a chance someone would recognise her in me and say something. My mother was Penelope Gaunt, cousin to the Dark Lord, but once she got pregnant she changed and now she’s Eva Aubrey.

“You mind if we sit here Aubrey?” Cassandra asked, she was one of the girls who tried constantly to get me to hang around with them.

“No go ahead.” I smiled helping myself to the mashed potatoes in front of me.

“Is Black still bullying you?” she whispered into my ear, I shrugged. “He’s staring at you.” I nodded but daren’t look up, in case it makes him angry and push me into something next time. “Aubrey, I know his brother I can help if you want.”

“No it’s fine, he just stares and says horrible things, I can handle it.” I smiled a little hoping she’d drop it, which she did but I knew she’d keep an eye out; she was like the friend I’d never had; never wanted. If she only knew who I was there wouldn’t be any of this, everyone would shun me. But I have to admit, it’s nice knowing at least one person is looking out for me in this hell hole.

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“What is up with you?” Barty asked as he shovelled more potatoes into his already full mouth. “She’s not even that good looking.”

But he was wrong, she wasn’t beautiful but there was something I wanted to posses, she was perfect. But she was something else; she annoyed the hell out of me she rubbed against me the wrong way. Everything I saw her I wanted to do something spiteful. And if there’s one thing I’ve learnt today it means I can dream without feeling sick about her, Pureblood.

“I like to watch her squirm.” I shrugged and he laughed that nasty little sound which made a few people look over uneasily.

“Black, you ready for the game tomorrow?” Malfoy asked looking down the table his white blonde eyebrow arched in annoyance.

“Completely.” I smirked, “The question is are you?”

“Don’t be a twat Black, I am and will always be your superior.” He stated glaring down at me, putting his arm around Narcissa as Bella looked on longingly.

I’m not gonna lie, he chose the better sister, even Andromeda would be better than Bella, she’s fucking psycho.

Speaking of psycho’s where’s that brother of mine? As always next to James Potter and that werewolf, as far as sibling love goes, that’s the only secret I’ll keep for him. I’m glad he moved out, mother’s so much easier to live with now the disappointment’s left.

 “What do you think of this Dark Lord then?” Rabastan whispered loudly. “Think I might give it a go, sounds like a good laugh, muggle hunting.”

“All I know about muggles is that they are scum.” Barty shrugged popping a roastie into his mouth as a full stop.

“Mother wouldn’t expect anything less.” I shrugged pulling a smirk to my lips as the others watched for my reaction.

And like that it was decided, Rudolphus and Lucius promised to take us to meetings as soon as there was another. At least I was keeping up the Black name, well so was Bella but she’s another story as we’ve already discussed.

I looked over at her one last time before we all left for the common room, she was steadily picking through some sort of feminine salad, her dark hair was hanging around her face, framing it and for a second she looked peaceful and stunning. Then she looked up at me, I smirked and her face blushed before paling.

“Twice in one day, not bad.” Barty smirked looking over my shoulder, “Shall we top that tomorrow?”

“We’ll see, I might just keep it to once a week, but when once a week.” I laughed as he smiled a little, “Keep her on her toes, she’s much more fun that way.”