A/N So I had this idea that I really like to work out, however it's the first time I'm writing a fanfic so please go easy on me if you review. 😉 The story will be centred around my OC: Luenda, but all mentioned characters will all appear a little later in the story as well as a whole lot of unmentioned ones. Most (if not all) of them will turn out AU, although I'll try to keep them properly in character as much as possible. The story will be set at the beginning of book 5, however it doesn't take place anywhere near Grimmauld Place or Privet Drive.

I should also mention that this story will contain rape, violence, torture and sexual scenes. Some implied others explicit.

And last but not least: I don't own anything other than my OC, whom I hope you will like.

So finally: Enjoy! And please let me know what you think 😉

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Luenda was reading in her bedroom that evening because her mother had one of her 'friends' over again. She hated when that happened and unfortunately it happened quite often. At least three times a week someone would come over and she would have to spend the next few hours upstairs in her bedroom. It wasn't that she didn't like spending time alone, it was the fact that she felt guilty about it all. If it hadn't been for her, her mother wouldn't be in this situation. She and her betrothed would have gotten married as planned, had a great time and have as many children as they liked later on in life.

Instead her mother had gotten pregnant with her at the age of 16 and her boyfriend had abandoned her. Her grandparents had been furious about it all and disowned their daughter in retaliation. She had had to make a living for herself ever since.

Before her birth her mother had been able to survive on badly payed for, crappy jobs no-one else wanted. Afterwards however she hadn't been able to find work again due to the fact that even with one of those jobs she couldn't afford childcare. Soon after her birth she found herself unable to pay the rent anymore and so the landlord had become the first of many 'friends'.

Her mother had been worried when a 6 month old Luenda had shown her first signs of magical ability by blowing up her crib in a fit of anger. She had soon become prone to accidentally blowing up things or setting them on fire or otherwise trash them whenever she was angry or upset. This tendency had led to more than a few visits to St. Mungo's and a need for a lot trips to the furnishing store resulting in even more 'friends' over the next few years. At the young age of 8 those accidental outbursts thankfully lessened dramatically as Luenda gained more and more control over her abilities. Her mother had taken that as the cue to start home-schooling her and had continued to do so for the past 6 years.

During her lessons her mother kept telling her how exceptionally gifted she was, but knowing absolutely no-one around her age Luenda couldn't be sure this was altogether true. Often times she thought her mother was only saying it because she felt bad about not having the funds to send her to Hogwarts like everyone else. Luenda didn't care about not being able to go, she didn't like crowds nor did she know how to make friends.

But tonight she felt there was change in the air. As if something was going to happen and her whole world would be turned upside down by one single act. After tonight she was sure nothing would ever be the same again.

It was quiet downstairs, too quiet. Usually the noise would carry up all the way to her bedroom leaving it near impossible for her to concentrate. But tonight she hadn't heard a sound for at least half an hour. She knew the 'friend' couldn't have left yet because she hadn't heard the front door slamming or the water running from her mother taking a shower.

It could be her mother had finally learned to use a silencing charm to keep the disturbing sounds away from her room, but Luenda doubted it. Something about the lack of noise just didn't sit right with her and after debating with herself for a while she decided the only way to find out would be to go downstairs. Before she did so however she listened intently at the keyhole, alert for any sound. She honestly didn't fancy running into her mother going all the way with some random guy who was paying to get her in the weirdest positions. Nothing could be heard though and resigned to the worst Luenda stepped out of her room into the hallway.

From here she picked up the sensation of a spell being used recently. This was odd given that the activities supposedly going on didn't require magic at all, but being a witch and living in a magical household it didn't really worry her either. What did worry her however was the sound of someones heavy breathing drifting up the stairs. Only one someones heavy breathing.

Heart thumping she made her way down the stairs as quietly as she possibly could. The sight that met her made her scream. A man covered in blood was thrusting himself in and out her mothers unresponsive body. At her scream the man jumped, bringing her mothers severely wounded and obviously death body into view.

Grinning the naked man turned to her, wand in hand. Again Luenda screamed and as she did so the man and every object in the house all caught fire. In a matter of seconds the air around her was full of thick, black smoke, causing her to pass out.

When she awoke a few hours later Luenda was lying on a hospital bed in St. Mungo's where a nurse was fussing over her recently unconscious body.

"Oh good, dear. You're awake. Would you like some water? Something to eat?" the nurse asked her.

Luenda didn't reply. In her minds eye she could still see the man pumping in and out of her mothers limp form.

"Err... did you hear me, dear? I asked if you wanted a drink?" the nurse inquired a little uncertainly.

Luenda glared at her.

"Okay, I take it you heard me then." She replied.

Luenda continued to glare.

The nurse disappeared for a moment, then reappeared with a healer in tow. The man smiled at Luenda, who simply ignored him.

"Hello, my colleague here tells me talking to you is giving her some difficulty." He told her pleasantly.

Luenda kept ignoring him.

The healer looked at her for a moment, then turned his attention to the nurse. "Give her some parchment and a quill. I think she might be in shock. Either that or she's mute."

Luenda offered him a glare too while the nurse went to retrieve the items and placed them on her bedside table. She was definitely NOT mute and he had absolutely no right to say something like that!