Stolen Years: The Flower Reborn as a Tree

Chapter 4: The Black Banshee

The large wizard grabbed Felicis' wand and placed it in a pocket in his robes before picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder. She squirmed and struggled as blood ran to her head, the wizard gripped tightly onto her ankle and roughly pulled her back up into a more suitable position on his shoulder. Felicis whimpered in response at the dark bruises the had most likely just left. "The more you squirm the more the ropes will tighten," the wizard growled. He then adjusted her weight against him and stepped over the debree that was once a door towards the back of the house. Felicis' attempted escape was momentarily thwarted by what she had interpreted as an insult from the wizard. Did he truly believe she was that daft? She had heard the spell he had cast. Just because she appeared to not be at the magical level to perform such a spell didn't mean she didn't have any knowledge on it. Felicis pushed aside her irritation and returned her focus to her current situation. She was starting to get dizzy from hanging over the wizard's shoulder. Not wanting to cause the ropes around her wrists and ankles to tighten any further, Felicis attempted to bite the wizard. But she only ended up with a mouthful of his cloak. The wizard faltered for a moment before he continued walking.
"You're lucky the Dark Lord does not want any  harm to come to you or I would've used crucio on you for that little stunt," the wizard growled.

Felicis spat out the piece of cloak and attempted to pull herself out of the wizards grasp, using his pants as leverage. The wizard abruptly stopped and yanked her over his shoulder, dropping her on her back onto the grass. Felicis immediately tried to squirm away from the wizard, but, with an irritated growl, he grabbed the back of her shirt and began dragging her across the grass. Eventually he stopped near the sessile oak and pulled her to her feet. She stumbled for a few seconds, dizzy from standing to fast. After a few seconds, the scene before her came into focus. In front of her stood two witches and, laying at the elder witch's feet was her mother. Malorie robes were in tatters and she was in a full body bind, her chest straining for air against the tight ropes that dug into her skin. Soil and pieces of grass dirtied her slighty swollen face, mixing with blood that oozed from the multiple cuts and gushed from her obviously broken nose.
"Why didn't you just stupify her is she was giving you such a hard time?" the elder witch asked in annoyance.
"I don't think the Dark Lord would take rather kindly to any of us using magic on what is his," the wizard replied. "And we don't have much time to get this done, she sent out a patronus. No doubt to Dumbledore."
"A patronus?" The elder witch said, her icy grey eyes flicked over to Felicis and studied her intently before returning back to the wizard. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, Lady Black," the wizard said.
Felicis didn't bother hiding her shock as she studies the witch she now knew to be her aunt Walburga. Her brows furrowed as she moved her gaze to the younger witch beside her aunt.
"Very well then," Walburga said dismissively, her face stoic. "Hand Felicis over to Bellatrix and finish up with Malorie for me."
Felicis' expression turned to worry as she anxiously studied her cousin.
"What's the matter cousin? Afraid I'll bite?" Bellatrix teased, a malicious grin on her face.
"Enough, Bella," Walburga stoically chastised as she walked over to Bella and stood beside her.
"Well?" Walburga impatiently said to wizards. "Let's get this over with, Rabastan."
Rabastan handed Felicis over to Bellatrix, a malicious smile beginning to creep across his face. Bellatrix gripped tightly on Felicis' arm with one hand, the other held her wand to Felicis' throat. Rabastan walked over to Malorie, wand drawn and ready.
"Crucio!" Rabastan bellowed.
Malorie's piercing screams filled the air, ropes digging further into her skin as she writhed on her back. A sickening chorus of snaps and crunhes were heard as the ropes broke Malorie's arms and crushed her chest, eliciting another scream that quickly died off as the volume of her scream brought about a new pain. Rabastan studied Malorie with a look of satisfaction as he stopped torturing her, releasing her from the ropes.
Felicis didn't flinch throughout the entirety of her mother's torture. She was all too use to the scene before her thanks to the "clients" her mother brought home. A sickening satisfaction arose in Felicis, temporarily blinding her to the fact that she could very well soon be in her mother's place.
"Quit fooling around Rabastan," Walburga snipped, "You know we don't have much time to get this done with."
"We had a few seconds to spare for me to have a bit of--fun," Rabastan said as he turned towards Walburga, faltering on the last of his words as he caught sight of Felicis.
Instead of her lookinging concerned or fearful, Felicis was intently studying her mother as her chest rose in shallow breaths and she rolled over with a whimper onto her stomach. Her gaze was a mixture of hatred and vidication.
"Help--me," Malorie rasped, staring into her daughter's remorseless eyes. Felicis' gaze darkened and her lips peeled back into a hateful sneer. Bellatrix cackled in amusement as Walburga and Rabastan looked mildy perturbed.
"Just kill her already," Walburga ordered Rabastan.
Rabastan pointed his wand at Malorie, "Avada Kedavra!"
A jet of green light sprung from his wand and struck Malorie in the chest, her body went limp and her face planted itself into the grass.
Felicis blankly stared at her mother's corpse for a few moments before reality dawned on her. It could very well soon be her in her mother's position. While it may not be at their hands, she wasn't going to let them take her to her Uncle without a fight.