Thank you JK Rowling for sharing her wonderful world and for giving me my escape. No copyright infringement intended.
This is not a happy story and should only be read by those with an open mind and a strong stomach.
The Dementors that patrolled the skies around the tall angular building that was Azkaban Prison were drawn nearer to their inmates, for the air was thick with pain and anguish that wintery night. The black faceless creatures reached out towards the structure, flowing with their hunger for sorrow.
Azkaban's most recent addition had only been in her cell for a matter of hours, but she already shrieked with pure pain into the darkness and laughter just as chilling escaped the same mouth between her breaths. This lady relished in the pain which plagued her body every minute, breathing heavily she swore, words as filthy as the ground she paced. A prison guard, a man more beast than human, came to the thick and crusted wooden door. The woman pounced at the bars about head height in the door and clung to the rusted metal which flaked in her grip, the bones in her hands protruded into the night as she screamed her way through the next bout of agonising spasms radiating towards her pelvis. Raising her head back to face the man she grinned and whispered "it's coming".
She fell to the floor as her pain shifted to the burning, stretching, and ripping of flesh at her groin. She was unprepared for its intensity and her fingers clung at the stone beneath her. She was unaware the prison guard had entered the cell and was followed by another. The two men, each almost twice the size of the woman, grabbed her, grasping her upper-arms in their palms and forced her to her feet, the loudest shrill she had ever emitted came forth, there was no joy in those screams. Her legs, feet and the floor beneath them was suddenly drenched as amniotic fluid burst from under her dress. She breathed staggered breaths, the curls of her hair waved in the air she sucked through her nostrils. One prison officer bent and wrenched her stripped uniform from her bottom-half, which left her exposed and vulnerable in the moonlight. The woman's scrawny legs wobbled like a new-born deer as the next wave of bone shattering convulsions engulfed her, primeval groans emitted from her throat as her body naturally pushed its spawn into the birth canal. She was rendered weak and begging for relief.
The guards stood steadfast and faced forward without any words or flicker of emotion as the woman tried to escape but quickly let her weight rest in their hands again, she struggled again but for her own breath. Prisoners from all cells pressed their faces up against their bars trying to watch with great desire. The woman's cries for relief and mercy aroused them and the Dementors, for rape was a regular occurrence between the convicts at Azkaban. Yet it was her next words that echoed through the hallways that told the prisoners otherwise.
"Someone help me! Just pull it from me! Or kill me!" She was lowered to her knees by the giant men who seized her at her arms. That instinctive growl that comes from deep within a woman's body when labour and birth is almost over, came forth and finished her howling for that night. Her bony knees trembled against the stone floor when finally, her body expelled the baby it had grown safely inside the womb.
The baby flopped to the stones beneath the bleeding woman. She didn't reach to collect her baby, she didn't move at all, she only tried to catch her breath through her nose and yellowed teeth, her hair had fallen in front of her face as she gazed at her child. The woman appeared to be seething in silence. The baby didn't move, nor did it cry. The first guard let the woman's arm go and scooped the baby into his giant paws, he unwrapped a purple umbilical cord from its neck and rubbed its back with vigour. The woman slumped to her bottom and demanded to be released from her parasite. But then came a sound which had never graced the cells and holes of Azkaban prison and filled the ears of those that listened; a baby's cry.
The second officer severed the cord and separated baby from mother just as the blackish red mass emitted itself from the woman's centre with one last grunt and push from her tired muscles. She did not care for the blood which drained down her legs and that which gathered at her bottom as she slid into her bed. Nor did she care for the life she had just given. The guards left the cell, their silence unrelenting, one with a baby in his hands and the other with its previous food source. Its cries caused outrage and rumour amongst the inhabitants, some of them were hungry for such an easy and innocent victim and others were disgusted by the inconvenient noise. However, that very night the baby was whisked away to family relatives who'd had their own child just 17 months prior. They were thought to have been the best option for such a child born the way she was. The baby was a girl, a girl destined for a life amongst the wizarding world's finest crooks and evils.
Aurelia Malfoy was raised as just that, a Malfoy, but she didn't look like the rest of the Malfoy family. Her elder brother and she were almost stark contrasts. He was tall for his age and had smooth as silk, white blonde hair; she was incessantly short, undernourished and her wild raven hair was untameable and fell in curls to the middle of her back. He was almost a year and a half older than her and had completed 2 years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Aurelia had always been curious about the place which stole her only company away from her for most of the year, although Draco Malfoy was never interested in sharing his experiences with the girl, she was an annoyance to him at the best of times. For the most part he heavily disliked her. Aurelia was mostly alone in their manor home.
Their mother was present about the Manor, she mostly kept herself busy with her husband's business demands and associates, a family of their social standing had to keep up their reputation with lavish dinners and expensive balls. She was a delicate and cunning lady. Their father, the man of the house; he was a cruel monster of a man. The air around him oozed with criminal power but he had the manipulative authority to evade the consequences. He took delight in abusing Aurelia for being a burden on his life. Aurelia didn't know why it was her bedroom doors that were the ones to creak open whenever her father had a day which didn't go quite his way, or he'd had a business exchange that wasn't beneficial or satisfactory to him. He had exhibited such harsh behaviour towards her for months that it was now just a regular part of her existence, she was numb.
Draco Malfoy had returned to spend summer at home, his school year was another success for him and once he had entered his home Aurelia was there by his side, asking question after question about where he had been and what it was like outside of the manor walls, that which she had never seen. She tailgated him while he hot footed his way to his quarters and she received a hard shove to her chest before his large blackened mahogany door was slammed shut, parting them again. Aurelia was on her bottom, she was so tiny in contrast to the door, paintings, and ceiling around her. She was paralysed by the familiar pain at the base of her spine, her face contorted, lips pursed, and eyes clamped shut. She was plagued by the memory of how she received her injury as she sat there in the quiet hallway.
She was 11 years of age now and nearing 12 but almost a year ago was when she'd had her first encounter with Lucius Malfoys' wrath. Aurelia was called to her father's office late one evening after dinner. Dinner was always eaten at a table large enough to seat 26 humans, a large fire place always roared with a warm fire and Aurelia would make sure to choose to sit closest to it. That day Lucius had been out in the morning and returned to promptly take up residence in his office for the afternoon, shouting and the sound of smashing of glass came from behind the locked ornate door. Dobby, the families house elf popped into her room to request she made her way to Masters' office and left before the large door was opened.
Inside the room was a small couch covered in a brushed velvet throw, a silver drinks cabinet guarded by a gold kraken and a desk. Sat at the desk was Aurelia's father with his head slumped in his hands. Aurelia walked forward, she took each step with caution and her bare feet were silent on the cold floor made from marble. The door made a slow dragged out groan as it magically closed behind her, she stood quietly with her hands behind her back, she was too frightened to make a sound. Never had a person been allowed to enter such a private place in his house and yet there she stood so small and defenceless, like a mouse in the sight of a snake. Lucius Malfoy didn't move, he was contemplating what he was to do next, his mind was full and buzzing. It was as if someone else had taken over his thoughts. On his desk directly below his face was a black leather-bound book, Aurelia had already looked at it twice wondering what he could possibly be looking at to take so long to acknowledge her in his office. Suddenly his fingers twitched and spasmed and his neck arched at an unnatural angle.
"come to me" he hissed and his blue eyes flickered open to take in the vision of his Aurelia.
Her heart was in her throat. He spoke again but louder, she flinched and hurried to the spot directly in front of the desk. Lucius looked down his nose at her and stood to his feet. His shoes clicked on the floor as he slowly made his way to the front of his desk, his cane was swiped from its leant position and the cool smooth snakes head was placed under her chin, forcing her head up and her eyes to take in all of her father's broad chest, long hair and mean expression. She trembled like a flower, her father was cruel to his children but never had she been so close to him for this amount of time.
His slick hand, the one not holding his cane to Aurelia's face, reached forward and his forefinger pressed against her lips and he held it there. He removed the cane and took the girls small hand into his own large grip and took her round to his desk chair. He sat, and pulled the girl onto his lap by her hips, she quivered, and her breathing was shaky, she daren't make a sound. Too many times had she heard the tortured souls Lucius had taken into the cellars of the manor, she knew this man had done terrible things and she also knew she was now just another of his victims. She feared she would end up dead too tonight.
Lucius was as relaxed as his pounding head would allow him to be in his large leather desk chair, he was careful with his movements, but inside he desired to be in control, his body craved to take full possession. Both of his hands lightly travelled Aurelia's clothed back up to her neck, the back of which was nicely exposed between curtains of delicious black hair he'd placed over her shoulders to cover the front of her. She wriggled, her bony bottom digging into Mr Malfoys lap, a small growl emitted from the depths of his voice chamber. He noticed how her breathing was making her shoulders rise and fall rapidly. She was leaning the furthest away she could from him, but he took back control and tugged her by her neck with one hand clasped almost completely around its slender width. Now her back was entirely pressed against his chest and his mouth was at her ear, his breath was sickly hot as was his hand that was at her thigh. She pleaded with him, her voice was barely a whisper as she writhed in his grasp. Very abruptly one hand was covering her mouth and the other held her under her night dress, his rough fingers brushed the tender skin of her groin. He held her so painfully tight against his body that she could feel the buttons of his waistcoat dig into her spine, and his elbows bruised her ribs. She screamed into his palm and flailed her feet which upended his desk with surprising force, the whiskey decanter smashed, papers fluttered, and the candle extinguished, plunging them into darkness.
Aurelia opened her eyes, she was near tears at the pain in her buttocks or perhaps the memories it gave her. Draco Malfoys' doors were still closed in front of her. She lifted her hand to her face. Along the left side of it ran two parallel scars from her bottom eyelid to her jawline. She remembered being thrown that night, she'd broken her tail bone on the upturned desk and Lucius Malfoy had slashed her face in the darkness trying to stop her from escaping his claws. However, she had escaped, dobby had alerted Mrs Malfoy who rescued Aurelia and during the girls slumber magically healed her face. Narcissa had left the girls room in tears and violently vomited into a nearby vase. Over the next year her husband visited the girls' bedroom often which then caused Narcissa to grow jealous and bitter.
Aurelia took herself to bed, she had hoped to befriend Draco during the upcoming summer break from school but perhaps she was too ambitious. She hadn't had any sort of relationship with her mother in the past year, at first, she was caring but now she rarely spoke with Aurelia. Aurelia was left alone. She was sometimes found in the company of Dobby the house elf, he was a sweet thing and conversations between the two of them were pleasant, Aurelia kept herself busy and frequently helped him with his ever-extending list of chores. Over that next week however, she learned that Mr and Master Malfoy had returned from Hogwarts without him, she worried over his safety and whereabouts and even considered that Lucius might have murdered him. That thought made her very sad.
Summer passed as usual and the weather had started to become chilly again. Aurelia was called to the second floor sitting room. After climbing the stairs, she took her time to catch her breath. She could hear conversation inside the room and pressed her ear to the crack between the doors. Inside the room the fire was lit, and two sitting chairs sat cradling the warmth.
"...he's escaped Lucius, he's done it! So, do you think there's hope for the others I mean?" Narcissa spoke as she gracefully held her own hands in the air in front of her.
Her husband pondered what she had said knowing fully what she meant. He was thinking about whether he wanted that person out of prison and around his home... interfering. Before he answered, the girl who was listening just outside pushed her way through the doors and bowed her head to her mother before putting her attention solely onto her father. She noted how he held his hands on his spread knees, her stomach flipped at the sight, making her feel nervous. Her bottom jaw shivered. Lucius Malfoy rose to his feet and closed the gap between the pair, he squatted and was sure to raise his left arm to touch Aurelia so that his body concealed what he was doing from the sight of his wife. He slid his hand under the shorts of the girl and placed his fingertips in the crease of her backside and thigh. Immediately the girls heart rate quickened, she was used to the way he caressed her, but it still made her react with fear from time to time, especially when it would happen in front of unsuspecting people.
"You will be joining Draco at Hogwarts this year, we shall be off to get your supplies tomorrow. Now off to your room" he tapped her bottom and she hurriedly turned to exit his presence.
Once she turned the silver sphere handle to her room she allowed herself to fully think over what she was just told. She would be leaving the Malfoy Manor. She had never been out of their home, not even to the gardens, they were forbidden. She found it very difficult to sleep. The moonlight shone through her voile curtains which covered the large floor to ceiling windows, she couldn't stop herself from dreaming about what lay ahead for her. Just as she managed to drift into sleep the click of her door lock startled her, in her room now stood Lucius Malfoy. His hair seemed to glow in the dim light of the night. His scent filled Aurelia's nostrils and her heart sank.
"its 3am and you're still up?" his voice was deep and smooth, he cocked his head to the side to better view Aurelia's face. His hand reached and wrapped around one of the bottom end posts of the bed. He paced his way to the side she was sat on and all she could do was watch and wait. "were you... waiting for me?"
Aurelia sucked in air to answer but couldn't because he took a hold of both her hands and slid her from her bed. The air was thick and heavy, she didn't have time to think over what was happening because Mr Malfoy unzipped his trousers and took her wrist in his between his finger and thumb and positioned her hand just inside of his fly. She thoughtlessly bent her hand to cup his manhood. It was in this moonlight that Lucius realised just how blue her eyes were, single tears fell from them as she looked up to his face standing above her and back down to where her hands were. He gripped the back of her head pulled her towards him, but she resisted and resisted hard until he gave up. Roughly picked her up and threw her on her bed and slammed her door behind him. She sobbed herself to sleep.
The next morning her brother, Master Malfoy stood next to Mr. Malfoy who had a smirk across his face as he noticed Aurelia's tired eyes. Aurelia noticed that Draco had grown yet again, his usual slick hair now formed curtains framing his forehead. Aurelia plopped herself down the stairs in front of them and threw her cloak on the pile at the males' feet.
Lucius swiftly turned and removed himself from the two children to exit his home. The patter of shoes followed him into a self-drawn carriage.
Aurelia had never left the Manor. She only knew what was outside through the vast windows of the place. The girl marvelled at the wide-open space the sky outside gave her. The blue sky above her carried on for miles. She had stopped in her tracks at the beauty she now saw. Her father bellowed at her brother to sit on the back perch of the carriage, he was not allowed to enjoy the comfort of inside where he would sit. Despite that Draco protested, he threw himself onto the small platform that faced backwards behind the rectangular, black carriage. Aurelia hopped down the stone steps and went to join him. However, she was brutally pulled by her collar inside the carriage by Lucius, once the door shut they began to move. The girl felt slightly panicked at the speed of his hands and the sudden movement of the carriage itself.
She sat opposite her Master and she could see Draco's shoulder outside the small window, behind Draco was that same wondrous blue. Inside there was no warm sunshine so it was very cold, Lucius watched her closely, his steely eyes followed the breakout of small goose bumps over her unprotected forearms.
"Come" he breathed holding both arms out for her to sit with him. He noticed her jaw tighten with a slight blink. He swallowed the saliva which gathered in his mouth and bit the inside of his cheek when she sat next to him with that familiar smell of her soft and bouncy black hair. She shielded her body by holding her arms across herself and her cold hands clasped between her knees for warmth. Lucius' travel cloak was draped over his arm that she now sat neatly in the gap it made between his arm and torso. Aurelia did delight in how much warmer his embrace was.
"Tomorrow marks the day you start your formal education at Hogwarts"
Aurelia turned her face to his, she was slightly frightened at how close the smooth skin of his clean-shaven face was to hers at that moment. She tried to shift her body away but the strong muscles in his arm contracted and held her steadfast.
"So, I'll be gone from home... like Draco?" her voice was delicate and sweet and there was such a small hint of hope in her big glassy eyes
"Yes, Aurelia and you are under strict instructions to return at every Christmas and summer, have I made myself clear?" Lucius spoke slow and intense, he meant what he said. He glanced down at her to see her staring into her lap where her hands picked at the sore and dry skin clustered around her nails. Lucius moved his vacant hand and held both of hers still in an iron grip, crushing hers to a stop.
Aurelia's heart beat so fast in her chest as she struggled in his hold, her fear bled threw her pores and Lucius loved it. He lapped up the aroma of terror causing a frenzy in his own body. His trousers grew uncomfortably tight as his ringed knuckles sat cradled by the crevice of her thighs pushed together. Aurelia was sure her heart would burst from her chest it was beating so hard, her lungs were surely going to pop too. Lucius was so fast as he gripped a hand around a leg and another grasped a handful of her hair and forced her to face upwards to him, the girl whimpered and trembled. Her small hands now pushed at his chest but had no effect on his strength.
Behind them, Draco was disturbed by the sudden jerk of the carriage and he turned his head and looked over his shoulder, down through the window. He saw the wide eyed frightened face of his sister just has the back of his father's head crept over to cover her face from view. Draco knew of the abuse that happened in his home. Too many times he had seen Lucius' hands on Aurelia. Or her incessant picking and clutching she would do to her own hands whenever their father was present.
"please stop" she cried as his mouth brushed with her own.
She had never said stop before. Lucius paused, she had fought him and sometimes gave such a prize worthy fight that Lucius had come away bruised too, but he couldn't recall her ever saying stop. He lifted his face away from hers and sat back upright, dragging her by her hair with him and into a tight hold. Aurelia's head was held against the rough fabric of his waistcoat, his heartbeat was racing inside his chest, she could hear it. Under her hands she could feel his breathing was elevated, just like hers. She wanted to be free from his clutches and it appeared that she was so very close to escaping, only a day or two away perhaps. His usual smell of burnt tobacco and alcohol clung to her nose as she sat, squashed by her father's arms.
Lucius Malfoy has his nose buried in her hair, he placed a long and lingering kiss on the top of her head and released her. He never really meant for any of this to go as far as it had. If it hadn't have been for the diary he had in his possession a year ago he wouldn't have her as his addiction. The soul in that book demanded such terrible things of him, and eventually Lucius couldn't resist the power any longer. Of course, he was horrified once he was left alone that night, but he couldn't shake the desire it left in his body in the time since. Under his wife's orders he had to discard that book immediately after due to that night's proceedings. Regardless of the fact it was he who was trusted the most to keep it safe. He should never have opened it.
After Lucius released the girl, she fled to her original seat and wrung her hands. Oh, how she longed for that blue sky to come back. She lifted and hugged her knees, she paid no attention to the view that gave her father and buried her face. Mr. Malfoy did feel a twinge of guilt but his insatiable appetite for power had to be satisfied and she was always there. She was always just there. An easy target. He smirked as he watched out the window, they were approaching London's city centre.