Mudblood on the Run

Chapter One: On Being Muggle Born

"You're a Mudblood?!" Matt screamed at me. I pressed myself to the wall and began to shake with fear. Whenever Matt, my boyfriend, gets in a rage, look out.

"Yes." I whispered. I brushed a piece of my blonde hair away from my face with shaking hands.

"Get out!" He screamed at me. "Get away from me, and out of my house! You have one hour you filthy Mudblood!"

I didn't wait for another word. I ran into my bedroom and grabbed a small backpack. I started pushing bras, underwear, shirts, jeans, and anything else I could fit into the bag. I grabbed my wand off of the nightstand and walked back to where Matt was. He had his back to me, but when he heard me approach, he flung his arm out, and landed it on my cheek. I cringed, and pushed my free hand to my face. It was numb.

"That's for lying to me for almost three years, you bitch." He spat at me.

"I thought you knew! I would never lie to you! I love you! Please, Matt, don't do this!" I begged him. Matt and I were dating since we were both 21, and we are 24 right now. I honestly thought Matt was the one, but I guess I was wrong.

"You don't love me." He said forcefully. I started tearing up, with the fact that the last three years were wasted on a man who would leave me because of a blood status.

But these are different times.

Muggle borns are being questioned at the ministry everyday, and I've been avoiding it. If it makes more sense to you, this is during Harry Potter's seventh year.

"You're right. I won't love a man who judges people based on their heritage." I spat back to him. This was hurting me so badly. I loved Matt, I truly did. He was there for me when so much had happened to me.

"Get. Out." Matt said. He was pointing his finger at the door, but I thought I should leave in style.

"You're an asshole, I hope you know that." I said. He laughed sadistically.

"At least I wasn't known as the Hufflepuff Whore." He spat back.

Ouch.

"That was my sister, you ass." I said before I turned and disapparated. I didn't really think about where I would be going; I just went.

I opened my eyes to see I was in a forrest. I walked over to a tree and slid down it, so that my back was to it, and I was sitting on my butt.

Before I tell you anything else, here is a little bit about me.

I have long blonde hair, and green eyes, and I'm 24. My name is Isabella, and I'm muggle born, and I had a twin sister. She died about a year ago, and she was my polar opposite. Her name was Annabella, and she had deep red hair, green eyes, and two lip rings. I was always the girly one in the family, and Annabella was the one who did all of the boyish things.

Annabella had a boyfriend, but she broke up with him right before she died, as to not break his heart. She was cursed while doing her job, and she was dying a slow, painful death. Nobody could do anything for her.

I had a boyfriend, too. But you already know about Matt, and how much his 'pureblood' status keeps him away from anybody who is below him.

I started to cry, thinking about Matt. He honestly was my everything, and I don't know how to say that I feel like I lost everything with out sounding like a love sick girl.

But hey, I guess I am.

I heard a twig snap, somewhere to my left. I inhaled sharply, and quickly preformed a disilusionment charm over myself. I peered around the tree to see it was just a large buck, getting some water out of a stream.

These were not times to be hiding out in the woods with a status of a 'Mudblood' following you around. I tookk the disillusionment charn off of me, and sighed. I started to unpack my bag to see what all I had managed to stuff into it.

Three bras, seven pairs of underwear, six shirts, a pair of jeans, two pairs of sweatpants, pajama pants, a tanktop, my book on dragons, a photo of Annabella and I, a pair of mis-matched socks, deoderant, perfume, my wallet that is filled with Muggle and wizard money, and gloves.

I sighed again, as I stuffed my things back into the bag. I moved some of the twigs on the ground, and I gently laid down. Soon, my eyes drifted closed, and I thought no more.

*Three Days Later*

I walked- okay, no, hobbled- around the forest aimlessly. I hadn't eaten in days, and I feel that I could collapse at any moment. I pulled my hand infront of my face and pinched the skin, and letting it fall back down. It returned back to it's shape very slowly. That means I'm dehydrated.

Well, that makes sense, since I haven't had anything to drink in days. I thought to myself.

There was an intense pain in my stomach, and I doubled over in pain. My backpack fell off, and I moaned in pain. I collapsed and cryed out.

I hate hunger pains.

I started writhing, and I evern thought of eating leaves.

Finally, the pain stopped, but I was exhausted, just from the fall to the ground. I started breathing deeply, and soon, I passed out.