Chapter 15: Trigger warning (like, really, trigger warning)
22nd December, 1975
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"You will do no such thing." Abraxus growled, walking towards in an attempt to back her into a corner after her audacious request to see her 'dirty blooded pets'.
"Would you stop being so supercilious, self-centered and ignorant for just one moment and hear me out!?" Abellina shrieked, her voice echoing through the hall where she was standing with her bag, prepared to leave to meet up with Lily and Marlene as she faced her uncle.
"If you dare to address me in such a way again you'll be spending some quality time living on the streets." Despite the silky smooth, cold tone to his voice there was anger bubbling in his throat and his eyes narrowed as his hand rested on the hilt of his cane.
"At least I wouldn't have to see you!" She spat back, pink strands of hair swirling around her face as a red flush rose up her neck.
"I never particularly enjoyed the company of your father but he must have been a fool to raise you in such a feral manner." At this point Abraxus' voice cracked into an animalistic roar, red, patchy blots appearing across his cheeks as he continued to force Abellina into a corner.
"My father was not a fool!" Abellina screamed, tears of indignation spiking at her eyes.
"Oh, really? I thought it must have been hereditary." Abraxus snarled, successfully trapping Abellina and grasping a handful of her hair, forcing her against the wall. They were so close that she could hear his short, sharp pants and he could see the tears caught in her eyelashes.
"Say what you want about me but leave my father out of it you bastard!" She hissed, feeling the burn of fury prickle inside her as well as resentment for the man holding her down.
"Watch your tongue!" He replied in an equally venemous tone, the embarrassment he felt at being demeaned by a school girl apparent as the grip he had on her hair tightened.
"I'm watching it." Abellina poked her tongue out childishly, moving it side to side and going cross-eyed although the spark of hatred was still evident in her movements.
"If you do not cease behaving like a child this instant then you will have no tongue to watch." His tone was quiet this time, almost at a whisper and every nuance meant danger but instead of heading his warning, Abellina looked up with a teasing, callous smirk and met his eyes. She spoke her next words slowly, almost haughtily, expressing her deliberate desire to hurt him.
"Look who the fool is now. Do you honestly believe you could cut my tongue out and get away with it?" He didn't have the time to respond as Abellina darted away with a small, dark chuckle and tried to escape his grasp.
For a brief second she was running away but before she had the time to register her freedom she heard the dull sound of metal on metal as her uncle slid his cane from it's holster. She felt it hit her spine heavily and heard the hollow thud but even as her mouth formed a small 'o' shape she didn't feel the flash of pain it should have brought her. she felt her body begin to crumple and the paralysation as she collapsed to the ground but didn't remember the actual fall. When she next woke then she was chained to the walls of a dungeon cell.
The chains themselves were a thick, heavy steel that was short so her hands were hiked above her head and they were coated in a thin layer of blood and rust. She could feel the numbness of blossoming bruises as they chaffed against her wrist and the pins and needles as the blood flow ceased to reach her hands. The cell itself was small and dirty. There was no light except for a torch at the end of the corridor which cast an eerie, flickering light on the cell. The iron bars were in no better condition than the chains and on closer inspection Abellina discovered faeces between the floor stones. The only form of bedding was an almost pathetic pile of straw and, aside from the clank of chains as she wriggled around it was silent except for an occasional squeak coming from some rodent. Abellina felt an almost chilling sense of hopelessness engulf her that froze her more than the cold. She knew her uncle was capable of treating her in such a way but she had never expected him to. Now, sitting alone, in near darkness, scared and feeling the swollen lump of a bruise make it's way across her back she realised that she had doubted her uncle. A part of her felt useless, as though she should cry out for help but she refused to give Abraxus the satisfaction and, more importantly, was afraid of what he, Lucius, or even a servant would do to her if they knew she was awake. Abellina didn't know how many days it had been since the fight but- judging by the bulbous lump on her head she'd been knocked out for more than a few hours and she could feel that her hair hung in limp, greasy curtains.
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Fanfiction"James Potter" He wiped his hand on his robes before holding it out to her, his cockiness almost infectious as Abellina took it tightly, smirking back at him.- and that's where it all started, a simple coincidence led to the story of a life time.
