T.O.R.N.


Prologue

"The family is out of favor. The family is out of favor. The family...promise me you'll restore the Black family. Promise me, Belladonna."

It was uncomfortable, the mark on her forearm. She twisted and writhed in the sweaty sheets, but each turn that was made forced an more pained chill than the last. It was late; nearly midnight, and Belladonna was exhausted; a cruel punishment for her terrifying mistakes. After moments of realizing that sleep would not be coming tonight, the girl sat up and focused her glaring eyes at the door of her room. There was a thin slice of light peeking into the darkness beneath her door, and the mere notice of it had Belladonna more on edge every second. She abandoned her bed and found herself lurching toward the curtains of a large window.

A hazard sigh escaped her lips. Her long, pale fingers grasped the curtains heavy fabric in an almost injured hold and she thrust them back to reveal the fullness of the moon. Her next sigh came shortly after, this time sounding needy and helpless. She leaned as close as possible to the glass and studied what little she could see in the remote darkness.

The moonlight slanted over her face and cast a sickly tone to her overly pale complexion. She looked evil; dreadful, in fact, and yet devastatingly blissful. A thin smile slowly spread itself over her face; haunting eyes sliding shut; fingers waning closed in a horrifying grasp around the curtain. She was lost in herself – lost in the realization of what she was – and found it rejuvenating.

Slowly, she released her grip from the dark fabric and reinstated it around her arm, just atop the mark she had been branded with only months before. She would prove that the Black family still had favor; after all, her aunts did. She would not let her filthy blood traitor mother ruin her chances as a Death Eater. Another sickly smile curled her lips upward, and her eyelids finally slipped over her dark orbs, recalling the somewhat recent words her aunt had whispered to her.

"...once you are mad, you stay as such. You can't redress your sanity. Once you are out of favor, you will always be out of favor. Just like your filthy mother," the voice turned crueler and crueler, now exhibiting a nasty display that chilled Belladonna to the bone, "Do not fall out of favor, girl. Don't be stupid like my sister."


This, folks, is my OTHER new story idea. It involves the viewing of a darker side of the HP series...and also the pairing of a particularly hot Quidditch star. But I'm gonna warn you all now - this is a different take on Oliver Wood (a truer take, if you ask me). If there's one thing I despise, it's reading a story where the main character is OOC, and sadly when it comes to Oliver Wood, this happens quite a bit. So I'm working on honing my skills and trying to portray him as he is, and not some haughty, arrogant Quidditch bloke that so many people think he is.

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