Pureblood-
Prologue:
It was cold, and the wind cut under my torn dress as I ran down the pathway. Voices yelling in my head, I waited for the moment that an arm would grab me and turn me back to the violence. But no one did, and I stepped through the garden gate and felt a freedom I never felt before. The world surrounded me in opportunity.
Soaked in my parent's blood, I had no decision but to run, my sister would be safe. I was certain of that. As I left the boundaries of my home I felt the burns on my wrists numb. The evidence, of my loss. Though I dare not cry for the death of my parents. Not yet anyway. I made it to the edge of the property, where I looked back for my final glance of the Balavantia Manor. The home I had known for the last seventeen years.
I dared to say goodbye.
Chapter One:
Diagon Alley was atrocious, pollution clouded the once coloured air. All evidence of happiness was drained, and life was nowhere to be seen. The beggars seemed like statues, frozen from the cold. Hardly breathing, I couldn't hold myself from emptying my pockets into their hands. Hiding my face from their hopeless eyes, I made my way to Gringotts.
My second withdrawal in the last two years, and like the first one I knew this wouldn't go well. Keeping my head down, I ambled up the steps towards the heavy double doors. Pausing briefly before lowering my black satin ermine hood. One foot after the other, I made it to the front desk. Though I was numb to the entire world, I still knew that not a coin rustled within the bank.
"Miss Balavantia"
"Yes"
The goblin looked me in the eyes, as if I were mad to be even in the vicinity.
"Your wand"
Removing it from the sleeve in my arm I laid it in the knotted hands of the goblin, I knew I had only minutes.
"Is my order ready?"
I saw the goblins eyes twitch, he knew the danger I was in and how it was a trap. Turning to his side, he produced a small velvet purse. Passing it into my hand he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to his ear.
"Run faster than you ever have"
Removing my wand from his hand and upholding a disgusted air, I made my exit. Praying to an absent god that the dark lord would have Mercy on him, if he were to find out that he helped me.
The moment I was at the door, I could feel them coming. The burns on my wrists tingled, as I readjusted my cloak and made my way down the alley. I was ignorant to believe that I had made it, until I heard the stumble of feet upon the paved alley. Daring myself to look behind me, I saw the strut of two death eaters.
My acknowledgment of their presence was enough as they broke into a run and I fled towards an exit. Making a few quick turns I found myself in the eerie folds of knock turn alley. Already disgusted as I was I made my way in and around bends. Starting to attract attention I stopped in a small store pretending to be browsing the shelves for something of my interest.
The voice of my father echoed within my head, while painful memories flashed before my eyes.
"My dear Aurelia, it is not the aspect of extravagance that hides you, but the concept of simplicity."
He had said that to me after a short game of hide and seek in the garden, I had attempted the impossible in hiding, which led me to being found instantly.
Steadying my breathing pace, I kept to myself and began to walk slowly like that of someone effected by these dark times. I knew I had to get out, the drugged shop owner started to notice the awkwardness of my presence. Though on my attempt of exiting the shop without creating any more of a scene a young man stood in my way, inevitably tripping me and causing me to be trapped in his arms.
Steadying myself quickly, and keeping my eyes down I told the man to watch where he was going. Pivoting on my feet to leave, I felt the hand of the man tighten around my forearm pulling me back to face him. "I'm sorry…" His words remained trapped as my hood fell and my facial features were illuminated by a nearby torch.
Attempting to thrust my arm away from his grip, only lead him to pulling me closer into his person.
"You're the girl."
Struggling to release myself, fear began to pulsate through me. Everything I had done to stay free for the last two years seemed to be a waste, as I was easily intercepted by a boy of my own age. Gazing into his eyes, I analysed the small rings around his irises. The moment seemed to pause as my eyes scaled down to the perfectly chiselled lips. His lips were a pale pink, almost white from the cold. Everything happened slowly as he arched his neck, and his pale skin shined in the light. His eyes searching my eyes for an explanation, as his lips began to entwine with my own.
"Draco"
The separation was instant, releasing me I turned my back on him and peered around the corner. I still feared the voice of Lucius Malfoy, from that night in February two years ago. I would always fear his cold voice.
Holding my breath I watched from the shadow of the corner.
"Have you seen the girl?"
Holding my breath, and waiting for the inevitable I prepared myself to run. I didn't understand why I waited, I was just drawn to him.
"No father."
Lucius Malfoy, showed a look of annoyance as he breathed words of frustration. Soon leading him and Draco up towards Diagon Alley. I had given them, the slip yet again. Turning I made my way out, of knock turn alley.
Once again free from the commitment of the grey London air I stood on a curb and wondered where I will go this time. My thoughts, sprouted for the idea of the south of France and the Mediterranean.
Instead of apparating though. I was consumed in an entity of darkness...