Chapter 1
Small Resistance
Arabella lay on her bed in her room, watching as dusk began to fall on the surrounding landscape. Her room was in a tower at the corner of her father's mansion. Her father worked for the Ministry of Magic. Apparently He was a very important man. Some people considered her lucky because she lived in a mansion and had such an important father. But there's lucky about living with a monster.
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"Arabella get down here!" my father yelled up the winding stairs to my "room" (it's really more of a dungeon in a tower). I walked resentfully down the stairs, knowing what was coming when I got down there but also knowing that if I didn't walk down there he'd make me. (Darn that Imperius curse). I finally reached the bottom of the stairs and then turned and walked into my father's study. (His study is basically a really big room with a desk at one end and blank wall at the other. This wall is all white and never has anything in front it except people, mainly me, when he's "Showing his support for his leader".)
"Ah I see you decide to come of your own will this time, smart move," my father said while smiling evilly and tapping his fingers on his desk. I slowly walked farther into the room. "In front of my desk NOW!" my father barked his "soft, gentle" manner gone. I practically ran there not wanting to get in any more trouble than I was going to be. "Now, for questions. Let's start with a basic one. Who is the greatest wizard of the century?" My father asked in slightly softer voice.
"Albus Dumbledore," I said looking at the edge of his desk.
"Who is the greatest wizard of all time?" My father asked in the same condescending voice.
"Albus Dumbledore," I answer again keeping my gaze steady on the edge of the desk.
"Wrong," my father said raising his wand in the air, "Now who is the greatest wizard of all time?"
Dumble..." I start but then I look up at his raised wand "The Dark Lord," I finish meekly.
"Who is the worst wizard in history?" my father asks without lowering his wand an inch.
"The Dark Lord," I reply my voice even.
"Who is the biggest disgrace to wizarding kind," my father asks his voice rising.
"You," I say in a softly deadly voice while looking him straight in the eye.
"Crucio!" My father yells pointing his wand at me. I fly backwards and hit the wall behind me violently crumpling into a heap on the floor. My father walks out from behind his desk to stand in front of me. "Now, who is the biggest disgrace in wizarding history," my father asks while twirling his wand.
"Dumbledore," I say feeling pathetic.
"Good. And who is the greatest wizard all time?"
"The Dark Lord."
"And who will rise again?"
"The Dark Lord."
"Good," my father says turning to leave. Suddenly he turns back "CRUCIO!" he shouts and leaves. My body is suddenly contorted with seemingly everlasting pain and suffering. I feel the agony as every part of body feels so much pain. I let out a small scream and moan. The curse stops but it cannot ease my agony. I can still feel it in my soul. As the pain slowly subside I think to myself, 'I am so pathetic a little pain and I agree with what ever he says. I have no backbone. I don't see why I keep trying to resist, I know I'll cave in eventually.' I don't know how long I lay there, but very late in the night I slowly got to my fee. The only reason I got up at all was because tomorrow I was going to Hogwarts for the first time. We (my father and I) had got all my stuff last weekend and my trunk was already packed. At least He couldn't hurt me while I was at Hogwarts and perhaps being away from him for that long may just give me the strength to stand up to him. I walked into my room and lay down on my bed and fell asleep thinking of Hogwarts my chance for Father resistance. Perhaps.
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