American Teen [George Weasley Love Story]

Prisoner

I gained consciousness in some ornate room. My legs were shackled to the floor and my arms were pinned above my head. This doesn't really seem like the place you'd keep a prisoner.

"Ah, our guest is awake" The voice sent chills running up my spine. "Don't shut your eyes now, you've only just opened them."

I opened them again and my worst nightmare was confirmed: Voldemort. But looking behind him I saw the one person I've missed most of all-my mom. She looked exhausted, but otherwise healthy. I looked to see if I could find any new scars, but her clothes were covered.

"Mom!"

"Hi darling."

"My dear Cynthia, would you like to update your daughter on the developments in your life? It's been a long time since you have caught up. I'll leave you to it." With that he, and everyone else in the room left.

"Mom, what's going on?" I could feel tears in my eyes as panic set in.

"Darling, I'm so sorry. I tried to get us away. I should never have brought you here."

"You need to let me go. Mom, we need to escape."

"Honey, I can't escape. I'm married"

"what?"

"I got married to the dark lord. He forced me to. Says he deserves it after what my mother did to him. I made an unbreakable vow to never hurt him. I tried to get him to say he'll never hurt you, but it didn't work. I'm so sorry baby."

"Mom-"

"You may come back in, my love" Is that seriously all she has to say? Nothing else?

"Perfect. Now you see, Margaret, I got what I wanted. The heart of a woman from the wonderful Bennet family. But, your grandmother still needs to pay for her betrayal. Unfortunately, she's already dead. So, since your mother already replaced her as my wife, I decided you will be the perfect torture for your mother."

With that a pain I have felt a thousand times before shot through my body. I couldn't hold back the scream from the shock. I wanted to lie down and roll around, but my legs and arms were chained tightly. Oddly, this reminded me of Filch which caused me some relief. But the pain was building. It was like one by one my bones were shattering. Not just breaking, shattering.

This continued on. He would give me a minute to catch my breath, and then start again. Eventually, he came close to me and, using his wand, drew a tally mark on my wrist that stung as he cut into my flesh. He whispered into my ear so that no one else could hear. "one day down. I spent 57 years without your grandmother. That's a lot of days." He then traced his finger over my soaked jawline. "Dinner will be brought to you later, daughter"

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After a few days I figured out why I was in such an elaborate room. It's the room where they hold meetings and eat. I'm on display. I'm on display so that everyone knows what happens when you cross Voldemort. I don't beg for my release. Even if I had the strength, I know it's futile. He will never let me go. I sink into the fog I did earlier this year when Umbridge's torture became too much.

Every day I would get a meal at breakfast, fed to me by a houseelf. Then I would sit there until the torture begins. It usually had 3 sessions throughout the day. They lasted about an hour. Many times it was Voldemort, but sometimes his death eaters would do it. It became an honor to torture the granddaughter of the girl who betrayed Voldemort. I was also used as target practice for anyone looking to practice the Unforgivable curses or any other torture device.

They used the cruciatus curse on me more times than I can count. I didn't even bother to look at my wrist which kept track of the days. I could feel the blood dripping as each day he dug deeper. One time, Bellatrix Lestrange took to carving various phrases or words on my stomach. And jamming it in hard, joking about how she was learning where all the major organs were. She was very careful not to hit one. I wasn't fed lunch, but I was given soup for dinner. I could feel myself losing muscle mass and weight. I was weak. I hadn't been able to shower or use the bathroom at all. I was a disgusting, weak, filthy mess and everyone could see me.

I had given up pretty quickly on plans to escape. It was quite obvious that I wasn't getting out of here. There were constantly people in the room and I was too valuable to Voldemort. So I sat in my cave. The pain was less there. I saw my mother much more frequently than I would like to. I know she was forced into this, but I can't help feel extreme hatred for her while she did nothing. Nothing. She just sat there. When I looked at her she would turn away. I refused to think of what my life would be like right now-Living with Fred and George in their flat. Helping them make products and training to be a healer with Katie. I thought of all the people who I loved that don't know where I am-Tonks, Angelina, Alicia, Katie, Fred, George, McGonagall, even Lee. I made a conscious decision that my mother will never be on one of those lists again. She just sat there and made no effort to help me, stop them, escape, or alert the order.

I had never resented my mom for her actions. I had never blamed her when my father beat me. Instead, I found strength in her. But watching her sit idly by while I suffered the worst fate anyone could suffer made my blood boil. She always did that. I was the one who fought back against my father. I stopped him when the beatings got too far. She never did. She was just quiet. Let him do what he wanted to both of us. I can't help thinking that I was 7 when this first happened, and she didn't even say a word. Just sat there like she's doing now. She's always been that way. Non-confrontational. A better word would be weak. A coward. I felt a part of me slip away into the thick fog when I decided that I would never forgive my mother.