The Princess and the Snatcher
Hello fellow Scaboir lovers! I hope that you enjoy my attempt at something a little different. I hope that you appreciate the effort!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and I'm not making any money off of this.
Chapter One: Identity Crisis.
I roll my eyes as I walk through the forest, my black oxford heels sinking slightly into the soil making me stumble occasionally. With an annoyed grunt I pull my stuck heel out of the damp earth for the twentieth time in the past fifteen minutes.
"Oi! Keep up!" Yells the voice of the snatcher behind me jabbing their wand into my back... Stupid man…
"Ruin my dress… and I'll kill you…" I mutter icily.
"Like to see you try," he scoffs in his stupid voice.
My black ballet inspired dress falls just below my knees. The lace bodice laces up the front in deep maroon ribbon ending in a bow at the top. I finger the long necklace dangling just below my bust, the owl pendant glints in the light dim light of the moon as it shines through the leaves. I curse softly as my lacy tights catch on a nearby shrub, and I groan as a hole is made bigger by the snare. I'm grateful for the black leather jacket; otherwise I would be freezing in the chilly late summer night. It isn't long before I find myself in a camp. They throw me in a tent where there are several other shivering half-bloods and muggle borns. I don't particularly care for this war. I was wandering the town, minding my own business, heading back home from my clothing store when I was suddenly being interrogated by some brash dirty man, otherwise known as a snatcher, and now here I am spending the night in a dress in a tent with a bunch of sex deprived men outside. I'm daring some half-wit to try anything funny with me… I'll kick their ass.
The other prisoners in the tent send me nervous glances, not that I wouldn't expect them too. I've been informed by several people that I intimidate people. I have no idea how or why, but then again I don't really care since it works to my advantage most of the time. I eventually fall into a fitful sleep and wake up early the next morning cranky and annoyed. It isn't long before dumbass is in the tent grabbing me up by my arm and dragging me out into the morning sun.
"You ready to tell your blood status now?" the idiot snarls.
I glare at him, "I told you… I don't know."
"Yer lien!" he yells, "Now you better tell me the truth or I'll hex ya!"
"I'm not lying you idiot, I don't know who my father is, therefore, I don't know my blood status."
"So what? Yer mum was a whore?"
Before I even knew what I was doing, I haul off and punch him square in the nose. I hear a sickening crack and blood pours from his nose. I smirk in satisfaction before some random thug runs up and punches me full force in the stomach making me double over in pain and clutch my stomach. The man wipes his nose and turns toward me with his want raised and then I hear, "Crucio!"
I collapse to the ground screaming in pain at the unexpected agony that races through my body. I writhe on the ground feeling the dirt and leaves beneath me as I grind my back into the ground praying for the pain to subside, hopeing that someone would make it stop. I JUST WANT IT TO STOP!
And after what feels like eternity it does…
I lie on the ground catching my breath and feeling the waves of relief wash over my seared body.
"Take the little bitch to the Ministry and tell them she's a mudblood, but have some fun with her first," he all but spits as the men around me laugh and someone pulls me up by my hair. I feel someone begin to lift my dress up and I scream and kick out and throw my elbow around and my head back hoping to catch someone off guard. I'm not going to submit, if they want to rape me they are going to have to fight me every moment of the way. I feel two more men on either side of me attempting to catch my arms.
"What's going on here!" Yells a voice from across the camp; I hear the sound of heavy boots as they crunch the foliage beneath them.
"Just havin some fun with 'er, boss, some bloody mudblood."
"Well that's all well and good… except she isn't a mudblood," the voice all by spits.
My head snaps up as I recognize it, I think really hard for a moment as I try to place it.
"Let her go!" he yells again.
They let go and I drop in a rumpled heap on the ground and look up to see…
"Scabior?"
"Hello love… Been a long time ain't it?"
I get to my feet immediately eyes blazing, "These half-wits took me here to this confounded camp last night! Made me sleep on the floor! With no blanket! Used the crucio curse on me! Tried to rape me! Got my dress dirty AND I picked my tights!"
"I apologize, love," he says as he takes a smooth step toward me and puts his arm around my shoulder.
"They shouldn't have treated you like that," He all but coos at me.
I cross my arms indignantly and put my nose in the air as I'm lead to the fire, "we just need to know your blood status is all love, and then you will be free to go."
"I don't know. That's what I told that idiot over there, but he didn't believe me!"
"All right love… Calm down… We'll figure this all out." He says soothingly as he sits me down on a log, he then kneels in front of me and takes my hands in his own before he reaches up and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. He lets his fingers run down my face as he mutters, "still as beautiful as I remember…"
I roll my eyes, "I want to leave Scabior. Now."
"I can't let you do that love… I have to take you to the Ministry," He says with genuine sadness in eyes and voice.
"Why?" I snap, "You already know I'm at least half-blood. You know who my mother was."
"I still have to love, I'm sorry."
"Let's get it over with then."
"Now?" He questions looking alarmed.
"Well yes, I have quite a bit to do and the faster we get this taken care of the faster I can get back to work."
He only nods as he stands up and takes my hand. With a 'pop' we are standing in the hallway of the Ministry as Scabior leads me down the hallway he begins to ask me questions about how my life has been over the past few years. Scabior and I knew each other at Hogwarts, we had both been Slytherins, and he is just a few years older than me. You could almost call of friends. We had hung out with one another when we were in school, but after Scaboir graduated and then got put in Azakaban, we lost touch. We approach an office with the name "Umbridge" on the name plate. I roll my eyes as I realize who I am going to see.
Scabior knocks on the door after a moment we are granted entrance into the gaudy pink office.
"What do you want Scabior?" She questions in her overly happy annoyed tone.
"This here is Pearl Higgins, she doesn't know her blood status, but she's at least half-blood."
Umbridge's eyebrow shoots up, "I see…" she mutters before she pops up from her chair and walks briskly from around the desk and stands in front of me.
"Come with me," she says before she grabs my arm and apparates without so much as an explanation to either me or Scabior who is left standing, no doubt very confused, in the office.
We arrive in front of a large ominous looking mansion with black shutters and a blood red door. Umbridge raps importantly on the door. After a moment it's opened by a Deatheater. I furrow my browns wondering what on earth could be going on.
I raise my eyebrow in question but I'm simply dragged inside, through several long dark hallways until I'm standing in a large library of sorts with a large sleek black desk in front of me and a large black leather chair. Sitting in this chair is none other than Voldemort himself looking as odd and menacing as usual.
"You are unaware of your statusss?" he practically hisses.
"Yes."
"Nagini," is the only thing he says.
I watch as a large python slithers out from a basket in the shadows near the fire, the only source of light in the room. I watch almost bored as the snake slithers up to me. Now I'm aware that most girls would be freaking out by now, and to tell you the truth, being in the same room with the big baddie himself is incredibly unsettling, but I'm not really scared of snakes. I've always had a way with them. So as the snake slithers toward me flicking its tongue out to taste the air every once in a whileI simply bend down and extend my arm out to it.
"I hope you aren't planning on biting me," I say to her as she wraps herself around my arm.
She lifts her head up until she is eye level with me as I stand, she flicks her tongue out and says, "You smell like Master."
"I've finally found you," I hear Voldemort mutter as he stands looking somewhat astonished.
I turn my head towards him uncertainly I say, "I was unaware you were looking for me… I'm not very important…"
"You're quite important… I've been looking for my daughter for quite some time now… And you're her…"
My eyes widen and I….
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