Authors Note: Yes! This is another 'Dumbledore's Daughter' fic. I'll try to make this piece as un-cliche as possible, but I can only do so much..
Chapter 1:
I am?!
'Girl! Down here, NOW!' Clyve's angry voice traveled up the hallway and seemed to pass effortlessly through her door and into the middle of Omnivera's bedroom. The tiny girl shuddered and got up immediately, dropping the book she had in her hand. She'd been reading this book for awhile, for the place of her fingers on the pages were apparent. She placed a tiny olive hand on the door when she heard more barking from downstairs. 'I swear if you don't get down here right now, I'll lock you in that god forsaken room and burn all those damn books you're wasting your time with..... OMNIVERA.... NOW!'
She gritted her teeth and turned the doorknob, stepping out into the vomit colored hallway. She passed soundlessly through the almost tunnel, and past the Portraits of the deceased members of the Placethe family. She looked up at them, half expecting them to utter a word of sympathy, but they did not. She turned the corner to the left, and found herself at the familiar spiral staircase. Her heart clenched. She was thinking of a millions things that she could've done wrong in the past twenty-four hours, but nothing seemed to come to mind.
'What is this?' Her eyes widened as she came upon the sight; a frozen cat on the floor. She didn't look dead, but she did look like she was just taken from the deep freeze. Her eyes frozen in utter terror and her fur still sticking up straight with fright. Omnivera looked straight at Clyve, her eyes full of defense. 'Sir... please... it wasn't me... I have no id-' He cut her off and pointed a fat accusing finger in her face. 'Why wouldn't it be you, you little ingrate. Everytime, EVERYTIME something goes wrong around here, it's always you. Always you. This is the thanks we get?' He got up from the kitchen table and started pacing with a disgruntled look on his face. Omnivera watched out of the corner of her eye as he slammed his fist on the table and disappeared into the back room, no doubt looking for his wife to tell her the terrible news. She looked down at her feet and clenched her hands when she heard the footsteps of Mrs. Placethe entering the kitchen. Omnivera could almost smell the 'wet dog' perfume she marinates herself in.
Marvina entered the kitchen, staring straight into the eyes of Omnivera until her pointed slipper knocked against something. She looked like and pushed out a dramatic gasp. 'Oh! Miss Gemima!' Marvina dropped to her knees and cupped the felines frozen build. With a slight sob, she looked over her shoulder to her husband, who was also giving an expression of sadness... amazingly. After the dramatic play, Marvina had enough. She stood up and took Omnivera roughly by the shoulder and shook her harshly. 'What did she do to you? Huh?' Marvina poked her roughly in the shoulder and pressed her chest up against Omnivera's, no doubt trying to give off a level of intimidation... what was undoubtedly working. 'Ma'am. I didn't do it, I swear, I loved Miss Gemima, I swea-' She was interrupted abruptly by the sound of something snapping, but it wasn't an unknown sound. Omnivera recognized it. Oh, did she ever. Marvina got up abruptly and exited the room with her face flustered and her apron covered in cat hair. The young woman looked up to the familiar sight of her adopted father, holding a leather switch in his hand. Her mind raced. She considered taking the rolling pin off the counter and blungeoning him on the head with it, but where would she go? She had no friends, no family. No one to take her in if she could ever escape. Her eyes emitted a sense of defeat as she slumped her shoulders. 'Don't fight me, Omni... you know what you did was wrong.' He cooed at her manically and took a step forward, completely forgetting the thing that was about to get her beaten. She was about to nod and say 'yes sir' when something in her mind ticked. She grabbed the stiffened cat from the floor beneath her and flung it at Clyve's face. He uttered a squeal of surprise as Omnivera bolted for the front door. As she neared the front door and her way out, she realized that her adopted parents weren't that stupid. There's no way that they'd leave the door open and unlocked. It might just mean that their maid might escape, but nevertheless, she rounded for the front door anyways. Her hand grasped the doorknob all slippery like as realized, as it was all the time, the door was locked. Something inside her begged her to try again, and as she placed her hand near the doorknob, the door opened slightly with a painful creak. She heard cries of anger behind her as she fled down the London street to... nowhere. Actually.. she didn't know where she was going to go, but all she knew is that she was free. She stopped near a Bus stop and sat down on a small green flecked bench. Her mind raced through the events that happened in the past hour. 'I'm free.' She whispered slightly as an ant crawled across her bare feet. 'I am?!'