This is a story for a new friend of mine, drusillamalfoy. This one's for u girl. :P
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My father, dead but not dead, life, memory, and his already minuscule ability to love all gone from an encounter with a Dementor. I can't say it was for nothing... his majesty's secret was safe and protected. But no... not since Potter ruined my father's sacrifice and told the whole word about us. Now, as I sit beside my father's death bed, although he is a man that no longer knows me, Lucius Malfoy barges in and claims that Father has wronged him. "Lies!" I scream at all of my father's old comrades. He steals me away... so far, far away... for his son, Draco. I am Tessa, and I am alone.
Tessa's POV
I smile sadly at my father, young but old, dead but alive, here yet gone. His forest brown hair permanently mussed with too many days of bed rest on end. He moaned lightly and reached for my hand.
"Nurse?" my face fell but I answered
"Yes?" he touched his parched lips then his cheek and his eye
"Bind..." he uttered barely audible to my ears. I stood, worried.
"You...you're blind?" he blinked and shook his head yes
"Dying." my eyes went wide "Today...feel it." I gently squeezed his hand
"Don't die. Please, don't leave me." a tear slid down my cheek
"Pretty...voice." he squeezed my hand back so weakly I knew he was telling the truth and faintly flicked his tongue "Nice girl..." my golden eyes were stained red with hot tears streaking down my face
"Dad, don't die." I started to sob. He had bed in bed for months now, his condition deteriorating with every passing week. I had tried to prepare for this moment but even me, a cold hearted bitch, is phased by this. My mother left us when I was seven and he was returning from Azkaban, now I, a fifteen year old girl and keeper of my dependant father am going to lose the only person in my life that matters to me aside from my Lord.
A crash radiated from the lower level of our small, dreary home and a heart chilling woman's cackle froze me to the bone. I recovered and lunged for my white, marble wand and readied myself as footsteps thudded outside the door.
"Easy...easy... just like Father taught you..." I reminded my heart, trying to will it to stop beating so hard against my ribs. Every sound came to me like muggle gun shots.
"Deary! We missed YOU!" the woman screamed just before the door was thrown off its hinges and into me
"Ugh!" I moaned in mid air as my body was tossed carelessly over my dying father's bed and into the adjacent wall. I smashed the wind out of my lungs as my spine collided with a hanging mirror. I could feel the blood trickle down my back but I clumsily stood to fight. "B-Bellatrix?" I gaped
"No..." My father moaned and reached his hand out to me from across the room
"Not just me, Love, Lucius too." he entered after her "We're here to collect from your old man."
"What do you mean? My father owes you nothing." I countered again raising my wand
"Little Girl, put that down. You don't, know how, to use it." he taunted me by cutting the sentence into short, agonizingly annoying phrases
"Please leave." I demanded
"Oh, your father doesn't look so good, Love." she tisked "Lucius?" she asked looking at him
"Kill him." my eyes shot wide and on instinct I jumped into attack
"Confringo!" I yelled but she merely moved to the side and it missed. She glowered at me.
"Descendo!" I was thrust straight down into the glass covered ground "You little wretch! how dare you try to burn me!"
"Bellatrix, she will pay her father's price." he stood staring at my only parent "I have plans for her." he raised his wand to the unconscious man in the bed
"No!" I yelled with my cheek crushed to the floor "No! No! No!"
"Avada Kadavera." he said as cold as stone and my breath hitched as I sucked in a fast, gasping breath.
"You bastard!" I screamed and tried to get up but was held glued to the floor "I hate you!"
"Don't be like that, Darling, we've done you a favor, wasting your life with this old sack of nothing." laughed Bellatrix "So, what do you have in mind for her?"
"Draco is turning eight teen." was his only reply
"Not him...not Draco..." I thought, he'd nearly been sent to trial for killing a slave girl to many times to count. He's a ruthless bastard just like his father "I'm not going near your pathetic fucking excuse for spawn!" I yelled into the ground. I rolled my head to look at them and saw Bellatrix grinning down at me.
"Oh..." she sneered "very good choice, she's a feisty little one. Maybe even put up a fight. He'll love her." she cast another spell on me that I didn't hear but my body went limp as Lucius picked me up. My head flopped backwards just in time to see my father's lifeless corpse.
"Daddy...no..." My world went black and I gave into the darkness of unconsciousness.
I woke to a dark room on an old creaking cot, I tried to let my eyes adjust to the darkness until the door swung open and light flooded in. I scrambled off the bed and searched for my wand only to realized I didn't have it. I didn't have anything: no clothes aside from my nightgown they must have taken from my home.
"Pretty brown hair down to her lower back; hazel eyes; full, pink lips; long legs; creamy, smooth skin... She's innocent looking but she's got some potential. Make her seductive in the next fee hours."
"Yes, Sir." replied an older woman "Girl, you've been out for three days. Get up." she commanded lightly
"Not a fucking chance in hell." I spat
"Little girl, you will be flogged if you don't follow directions." she replied in a venomously peaceful tone
"Beat me, kill me, go for it as long as I get to say fuck you." I mocked her with a scornful smile. She growled and stomped up to me.
"You little wretch!" her old hand was cold as ice as it collided against my cheek
"Annette!" yelled Lucius from the door "Not the face. Draco needs a girl for tonight and she was free so don't maim her until after then. She will be punished. Trust me."
"Yes, Sir. My apologies." he scoffed and she grabbed me by my wrist but I sharply pulled it back. The moment I did Lucius pulled out his wand and cast the Imperius Curse on me and I began to walk. I tried to will my legs to halt and of course failed.
He stopped me at his side and grabbed my chin and inspected my sore cheek. Lucius tisked as his eyes flashed to whatever the bloody hell her name is. I walked my way down what seemed to be a dark, dismal prison section of their far-reaching castle. I wonder how many of my homes would fit here. One thousand? Maybe two?
"Home..." I thought "I'm going to return there..." my breath hitch in realization "You blighter!" I screamed "You left my father's body to rot in our home! You fucking bastard!" tears spilled down my cheeks and I couldn't whip them away. It's scary not having control of your body, terrifying that right now it's not really yours.
"Yes, we did." he informed smugly "No one will want you if you leave this place so why fight something you will never win?" I felt my heart breaking at the thought of my dear father wasting away in that damned bed. Not a soul to give him a proper burial, he may not have been a man with many morals but he was my father, the only one that loved me. I remember the days he would teach me spells because I didn't go to school, in fact I was never to have been born. It was a one night stand with some woman he met in a darkened bar. She was rid of me at the first chance she could get. I loved him so much...
The next few hours were ones of hair styling, makeup, and lingerie. They forced me into a cold bath and washed my hair for what seemed like days. After that when the maids put the corset and stockings on me it was uncomfortable and tight, sucking to my body on every subtle curve that I have. I looked much older than I am and felt more dirty then I was. I hated every second of it.
"Alright, Love." Murmured a much nicer girl, Jenny is her name. She's twenty-six and obviously feels bad for me. "I'm afraid you're ready and it's time..." she looked into my eyes and stared at me for the longest time "I'm so sorry." I said nothing but followed her while rallying my spirits for a fight. Getting myself into a frenzy of hate and anger that I plan to take out on him. "This is his room... if I may ask, your name?"
"Tessa. Tessa Crouch." I replied
"Tessa, pretty name. You remind me of my sister." she sighed looking down. "Wait on the bed, he'll be out of his bath soon." she started to shut me inside the room but stopped "...I have to lock the door now. Sir's orders." she looked so torn
"I'll be alright." she closed the door and I scurried to the windows I tried each one but to no avail. "Come on, come on.." I muttered, finally I tried breaking through it. I slammed my hand into the glass but it felt more like steel "No!" I yelled clutching my hand
"Well, aren't you a fun surprise?" I heard from behind me
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