So young, So damaged

The light

!! TW !! : mentions of blood

June 20th, 1996
Juniper's POV

I barely slept through the night. Thoughts of what will happen stringed through my brain, unable to stop the motion in my head.

Images of people, my family, on the floor of the ministry; lying there dead. Their body, lifeless, no longer moving, no longer living.

Nightmares? No, not even close. Just thoughts. Just fear.

I shouldn't fear.

It's your life, you should fear.

I have the other's to protect me.

What if they can't protect you? You will die.

If I die, who would mourn?

Nobody. You're a death eater, you deserve it.

I had no choice, they would understand.

They wouldn't understand.

My friends will understand.

No they won't.
Nobody will care.
Nobody will mourn.
Nobody will remember you.
You are nobody.
Nobody.

It's morning now. Half past four, to be exact.

The sun was barely peeking over the horizon.

Nobody is awake yet, just me. I was sitting at the edge of Draco's bed, staring out of the window and looking at the nature around the manor.

The backyard had overgrown shrubs, tree branches that looked like they aren't uniformed. I enjoyed it.

Back at home our gardens were always trimmed nicely, I never got to see real nature.

I never got to see how tree's looked with their branches extending without being cut, or shrubs that weren't shaped like a cube.

I wasn't jealous of the nature out back of the Malfoy Manor, I just feel like I have missed out on real life.

knock knock.

I was shaken out of my thoughts. I looked at my clock and it was no longer four in the morning, it was nine now.

I was so deep in my thoughts as I stared out the window, the summer sun was up fully. I blinked a few times to moisten my eyes from the staring.

"Come in." I said with a rasp from the dryness of no hydration.

The bedroom door creaked as it opened slowly, exposing the body behind it.

"Hello Nipper." A deep voice said behind me.

I turned my head to look at the face that matched the voice.

"Father!" I jumped up from the bed pulled him into a tight hug. I pulled away from our hug, "Where's mum?"

"She's in the guest room freshening up. We haven't been able to bathe when we went into hiding, as you can tell." Father said with a chuckle as I sniffed him and scrunched my nose at the stench.