Redemption of a Death Eater

Chapter three: I hate everything about you

Again none of the characters belong to me except Victoria and Marianna Valentyne. I also apologize for any typing errors.

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 We landed, this definitely wasn't Diagon Alley the people were stranger if that were possible.

"Go get your things and come right back here! No detours."

He threw a small pouch with money in it at me then turned to walk away.

"And if I run?" I questioned weighing the pouch in my hand, he turned to look at me.

By the look on his face I could tell I wasn't going to like his reply.

"Remember that I will be at Hogwarts, and if you run I will find you. Torture isn't fun."  he smirked turning away from me again.

Cursing under my breath I made my way to Diagon Alley, "I hate my life..." I mumbled aloud.

'At least no one from school will be here to make fun of these stupid clothes' I though pinching the shirt that Barty had given me to wear.

 I shook my head, at least I didn't have to pay for my own stuff and by the feel of the little pouch there would be some left over.

Maybe I can get an owl, I grinned at the thought never had my own personal owl before.

Plus he  should know better than to give a girl money and not expect her to spend it all.

I began skipping down the street thinking of what kind of owl I was going to get, there are just so many to choose from.

I'll just have to make a choice when I get to it, I shrugged as I walked into a shop.

"Books....books....books...."

I scanned the shelves for the names on the list that was crumpled up in the pocket of the loose baggy jeans that I had been forced to wear.

 "Can I help you?" the shop keeper beamed at me, I rolled my eyes.

"No.... I think I can manage on my own."

The shopkeepers face fell, why do they have to be so annoying anyway.

By the time I finished shopping my hands were completely full, but I was determined to go and get my owl. 

 I spent what seemed an hour looking through the owls, finally deciding on a beautiful white, brown, and slightly orange owl that didn't seem to get along with any of the others.

I quickly paid for him the shop keeper handing me the cage I had to hold it with my pinky.

 "Well better brace myself for the lecture on spending all of his money now..." I rolled my eyes slowly making my way back to where I had left my kidnapper.

There he was leaning against a building tapping his foot impatiently, "Wonderful...." I groaned.

I watched as he lifted his head to look at me, he didn't look happy I froze hiding behind the things in my arms.

"You spent it all?" he raised an eyebrow walking over to me.

"You gave it to me!" I defended taking a step back with each step closer he came.

"If you were so confident you wouldn't be walking away from me." there was a hint of anger to his words. "Maybe if you didn't seem so mad I wouldn't be..." 

I felt my back hit a wall, every time I backed myself into a corner and it had to be after I had opened my big mouth, just adding fuel to his fire.

He snatched the owl from my hand along with a few other things, "I'm coming with you next time" he growled before grabbing my arm.

"Here we go again..." I complained, he should be used to it by now if it wasn't a sarcastic comment it was complaining.

He didn't reply instead the familiar feeling of travelling down a small tube came over me.

We landed back in the room where he had first brought me, me landing with a loud thud everything I was holding falling and scattering across the floor. 

"You could warn me you know!" I shouted pushing myself up off the floor.

He shook his head "Clean this up." he commanded sitting the owl on a bedside table and walking out of the room.

"I hate you.... I hate you so much...." I mumbled as I picked up my things throwing it all on the dusty chair.

Soon he walked back in the room pulling a green and silver trunk behind him, "You hate me do you?" 

I glared at him, if looks could kill he would most certainly be dead.

"Well I guess you won't be wanting what is in the trunk, pity I think you would have liked it." he shrugged.

"What is it?" I peered at the trunk behind him.

" I guess you'll never know now."

"I'm sorry?" it came out as more of a question than an apology.

 "Not good enough..." he said calmly.

"What do you want? Begging?" I stuck my tongue out at him, he grinned.

"Now that you mention it, yes." he motioned for me to walk over to him.

"Me and my big mouth..." I mumbled as I trudged my way over to him, my eyes focused on my feet, they had become more interesting than anything in the room.

He put a hand under my chin forcing me to look up at him, "I can manage it myself thanks..."

I jerked my head away from him continuing to stare up at him, "I am so so very sorry... I don't hate you....please can you forgive me?" I mumbled my face turning red, this was by far the most embarrassing moment of my life.

"Since you put it that way." he grinned stepping aside letting the trunk fall in front of me.

"Well, open it..."

I did as he said wanting to avoid another embarrassing moment, inside was clothes and shoes.

I rummaged through it , to my surprise it was actually things I liked.

I looked over at him, "And why are you being nice?" I questioned narrowing my eyes suspicious of his actions.

 "I can't let my pet walk around naked now can I?" my suspicious glare turning into a death glare.

He was going to make my life hell, I just hoped that he wouldn't be one of my professors.

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