She is the carrier of an unforgivable blood curse.
Circus, Manor, Cell.
Sold, bought and tortured.
Hogwarts.
An escape from reality.
Henry Adair.
The faithful brother.
David Baxter, Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort.
The sellers, buyers and torturers.
Pain.
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"SHUT IT HARRY, THEY CAN HELP"
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Some dates/events may be slightly off, but I'm doing it my own way!😜 I'm leaving out a bit, only because I'm lazy and really don't want to write it but all the information will be put in.
Also, very longchapter.
It had been another three months. Alice was still sick from the cold she had contracted from the cold winters night, and was getting weaker.
The last she heard from Henry was when he said that he would rescue her. But she didn't know how to believe that.
She didn't see how it was possible. She didn't see how he ever came up with the plan in the first place.
And there's more good news. Voldemort stopped torturing Alice. Well for the most part.
It was usually once a week now, and it didn't go on for half as long as it used to.
That worried Alice a bit. She was afraid that Voldemort had turned to Henry, and he hadn't answered her calls because he was already dead. She had no way of knowing any of this.
Everyday, she asked the same question to the same guard, about her brother.
Is Henry okay?
And she never got more than a scoff or a laugh. And as a result, he began giving her the bad apples. Alice really didn't care.
About a month ago, there was another huge storm and the bars on her open window fell off.
She tried to escape, but she couldn't reach the window. But there was one good thing that came out of it.
An apple tree grew just outside her window, and every so often two or three dropped into her cell.
Henry's letter made sense now. The two letters that baffled her was the ones that showed apple trees.
And now she understood that he was trying to show her clues as to where she was. If it only clicked earlier, she might not be in the cell.
Every night she tried her very hardest to see the stars, but the tree was in the way.
If Alice couldn't have her brother back, then she wanted to see the stars.
Every so often she took out the letters he wrote to her, and it gave her hope that he was alive.
