A/N: I do not own Harry Potter. All the characters are JK Rowling's. I only own Abigail. This is just a fanfiction.
Prequel
Abigail POV
Pain. Please make it stop… Please.
I know I won't be long till I am knocked out. I just want it to stop.
I wake up. I'm still in my cellar in the Malfoy manner. I try to sit, but it hurts to much. Why did I beg for mercy. I should have just died with my mother… Bertha Jorkins.
Nobody knew I was her child. I didn't want to be known. I was a mistake. My father was Barty Crouch Jr. He had an affair with my mother, before the downfall of Voldemort. Nobody knew about there relationship. Barty was younger than her,but still my mom felt like she was in love. My mom was naive back then. She didn't know much about Barty until after downfall of Voldemort. He had abandoned her before then, after he had found out she was pregnant. My mom was ashamed about what had happened between her and Crouch. She knew she would loose her job and might even get punished for it. She kept me hidden.
I wasn't mad at my mom though. I sort of understood her point, I mean she still loved and cared for me. And I wasn't kept hostage in my house. At night my mom would take me to the park or on a walk. She would play with me and read to me. She homeschooled me. I was proud to have her as a mom. I loved her so much. I started going to school at age 10. I went to Hogwarts and spent my first three years there peacefully. I was in the same year as the golden trio, though they never did notice me. It was in my forth yet during the Goblet of Fire when things went bad. I was kidnapped by Barty Crouch Jr. I was brought into the woods where I saw my mother. She was unconscious. I want sure what was going on. She was awoken. She looked horrible. I can only remember parts of what happened after.
I felt a shire white pain go the me. It felt as if there were a fire institute me. Not a pleasant one. I was trying to escape from it but the more I tried the more pain that would come. I would hear my mom screaming as well. This went on for what seemed like ages only it was just two days. My mom had lost her memory she would no longer respond to the cruciatus curse. She would just laugh like a maniac. She was gone by then. Barty was the one that killed her. I was crying so hard I couldn't see through the tears all I left was a hand tugging my chin up.
"You know who I am?"
I just kept crying.
"Answer me!"
The stranger slapped me. I shook my head no.
"So she never told you."
I shook my head again in fear.
"Well little one, I Barty Crouch Jr am your father."
I cried harder. My own father killed my mother. I heard him laugh. Nasty laugh. He then stood up and left to Peter Pettigrew who was holding something in his hand.
"My Lord," I heard Barty say.
"What!" the thing in Peter's have hissed.
"I beyond she will be useful for the next part of the plan."
"And how so?"
"Well she can make friends with Potter and get information from there, I mean Draco is a good choice, but he is not friends with Potter."
"We'll see."
And I felt the pain start again and all went black.
It has been at least half a year since then. I have been in the Malfoy's dungeon since then. I have been fed close to nothing and tortured more than three times a day. I don't know how much longer I will be able to last this.
I hear someone coming down. I hope they bring food. When the torch lights come on it is blinding. It takes me a while to focus my eyes and realize who it is… Draco Malfoy. He had always been kind to me. I see he had my "food" in his hand. I mean I don't even know what to exactly call what they give me to eat. It is usually done raw mushy stuff.
"Here," Draco says as he hand me the rag. They won't allow me to eat in plates. They hand me my food in a dirty rag.
I glance up and see Draco still standing by the cellar door. It seems as is he is debating on something. He stunned to have made up his mind, because he looks at me and sits on the floor next to me.
"How are you?" Draco asks.
I shrug. I look down at my good and pick at it. I poke it and red blood comes out. I must look like this "meat" right now. I see Draco reach into his pocket. He pulls out a licorice wand and hand it to me.
"Here" I know I should refuse, but I haven't had singing sweet in forever. I smile at him.
"Thanks"
Draco just awkwardly scratched the back of his head. He watches as I carefully open it. I rip a piece of and wrap the rest up. I put the small piece in my mouth.
"I have more if you want" Draco says.
I shake my head, "it's okay."
"I think they have found something to do with you."
My eyes grow big in terror. I'm going to die.
"Don't worry you're not getting killed. Actually I think your going back to school."
"Really!"
"Ya, but I think they have a reason to."
"Oh…"
I'm scared that they will all me to kill someone or make me do some huge crime.
"Don't worry Abby, it can't be that bad." I smile at the sound of my nickname he gave me.
Nobody else calls me Abby. Well if I had anybody else. At Hogwarts I was always alone. I purposely tried to make myself invisible.
"Well I should get going. I'll come by tomorrow."
"Wait!"
Draco turns around.
"What day is it?"
"June 18th."
"Okay."
Draco leaves after that. I look down at my food. For some reason I am no longer hungry.
