Fragments of Silver

Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling, because if I was Scabior would have been the star of the Harry Potter books. I own nothing but the original characters and plot.

Rating: M for moderate language, sexual content, alcohol use, and self-harm

WARNING:Please note that this story contains triggers for self-injury. Please do not read if it will trigger you. Please be safe.

Summary: during the height of the second war Violet Stregheria leaves home in search of her lost sister, but not long after her departure Violet is captured by a band of Snatchers.

Violet now has more to worry about than just finding her sibling...but does she really want to escape the clutches of the seductive man who's holding her prisoner? Can Scabior really help her find her lost sister? And can he save her from herself as well as the dangers of the war?

As time goes by, Violet discovers love as well as terrifying memories of her past that had been locked away in the deepest recesses of her mind, until a sudden vision brings them to the surface. Only Scabior can protect her now, but he himself has a new enemy that he must face, straight out of Violet's own nightmares...

Dedication: for Sumatranfox. You give me hope, happiness and strength. You are my light, my love, my everything. And I will love you forever.

"In the present we make any connections possible that will keep us with the people we belong with. When souls connect they'll do anything necessary to stay that way." Sumatranfox

Prologue

Violet Stregheria had always been the reject in her family, or the "failure" as her mother often called her. Least loved by her mother because she rejected the notion that their family was better than others because they were pureblood. And now that the second war had begun, things in the Stregheria household had only gotten worse as Violet's mother proudly displayed her support of the Dark Lord and what he was doing as he gained control of the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts. The only person Violet had who actually cared about her was her younger sister Heather, who, for reasons unknown, had mysteriously disappeared two months ago.

Violet and Heather had always been very close, even though their views on Dumbledore and the war sometimes differed from time to time. The two sisters were practically inseparable. Even when they were apart they sent letters to each other with owls every week. But somewhere along the way something had gone wrong, and Violet had no idea what had happened to her sister or where she went.

It had started when Heather began leaving the house for long periods of time without telling anyone where she was going. She kept quiet about her actions, leaving everyone, even her older sister, in the dark about what she was doing.

At first she was gone only for a day or two, then those days became weeks, weeks with no communication between Heather and her sister. When asked about it Heather always offered up different reasons, reasons she'd carefully constructed that were believable enough that anyone asking what she was up to wouldn't question her further. At least not until she started leaving for days at a time.

To make matters worse, Violet's mother couldn't have cared less that one of her children was missing. Instead of being the caring and concerned parent that she should have been, she ignored the problem, not even wondering what happened to her youngest daughter.

She tried caring for her eldest daughter, telling her it would be alright, holding her, comforting her, doing all the things a mother should do for their child. But as the months slowly passed and Heather showed no signs of returning, Violet's worried concerns about her sibling started wearing on her nerves.

Her ability to comfort a crying child only went so far, and she eventually reached the point where she couldn't take anymore. Instead of helping Violet she turned on her own daughter, blaming her for Heather's disappearance.

"Heather probably left to get away from you," she told Violet, not bothering to hide the note of disgust in her voice as she spoke to her eldest daughter. "She's moved on and obviously wants nothing to do with you."

"But we're family," Violet said, tears welling up in her dark green eyes. "She's my sister and I love her. We've always been together and supported each other when times were rough."

"Are you sure she feels the same way about you? Perhaps she doesn't care about you as much as you think. You've always been useless. You're more trouble than you're worth and you can't do anything right. You probably drove her away."

Violet shook her head, tears now streaming down her cheeks. "It isn't true. It can't be! We love and care for each other. She would never do this... She couldn't just leave me, especially not without even giving me an explanation."

"You're the explanation," Violet's mother sneered. "She's gone and she isn't coming back and you just have to deal with it. You're nothing but a failure and nobody wants to be around you, not even your own sister."

Violet fled the room in tears, positively howling with misery as she ran to her bedroom and magically locked the door behind her.

She couldn't lose Heather, she just couldn't. Heather was all she had, she meant everything to her. Without her she had nothing, there was no one else in the world that meant more to her than her little sister. Had she really done something that had somehow driven Heather away? That just didn't seem possible. But then again, Violet always believed what her mother told her about being a failure and how she couldn't do anything right. Maybe she did do something wrong that drove her sister away. Violet didn't want to think about that, though. She didn't think she could live with herself if she had somehow unintentionally hurt her sister...

Violet loved her sister. She never meant to hurt or upset her. If only she knew what had happened. If only she knew what went wrong.

"I have to find her and make sure she's alright," Violet thought. "I have to find my baby sister."