The Mud-blood Slytherin

Magdalynn had been home from Hogwarts for two days, approximately. It was hard to tell in the small hideaway she had in the attic. The small space used to be big when she was young and needed to get away from the screaming, but as time passed the space became smaller and smaller. Until her sixteen-year-old self could barely fit, and if anyone came looking for her, Magdalynn knew she wouldn't be hard to spot in the dishevelled attic.

The room smelt musty and everything felt damp. Rain lines running down the old unkempt walls, pealing the paint in its path. Mould grew in large patches across the ceiling. The window was so dirty it let in minimal light, barely enough to see the outline of her hand. With the Thud Thud Thud of approaching footsteps up the rickety wooden steps she knew what came next. The door to the attic opened with loud protesting creaks as he continued into the disgusting room. Making herself as small as possible she willed herself to become invisible, but it was useless. The magic Magdalynn had accidentally called on let her father know right where she was.

Stomping over to her, making her try to shrink smaller. She hoped he continued walking on by, not realising that he felt her magic resonating in waves. His big hands descended upon her in a lighting quick strike. One big hand grabbed her upper arm and the other was buried in her long black hair. Hauling her up to her feet she didn't make a sound. He liked it when she screamed. With a disgruntled growl, he let go of her arm. Holding her hair tighter, he swung her around making her lose her footing and dragged her down the uncovered wood stairs.

Trigger warnings for Abuse & Neglect, Strong Violence. Also mild references to Rape. Moderate to Strong Swearing.

Disclaimer, do not own anything but Magdalynn/ her family/ story line.