A/N: I wasn't sure if I should rate this "PG-13"
or "R"…I settled for "R" for themes and such.
There will not be any graphic sex (but sex will be involved) and this is
not for those with weak stomachs, or those that don't like angst. You have been warned.
There isn't much in terms of language…yet, anyway, as there
is very little dialogue to begin with.
The rating is really for later parts, so don't expect the happy
bubblegummy fics that you might find on this site.
Also, this fic is not for those that are close-minded…I may
embrace newer ideas and make said "bad" characters "good." For example…Snape. I am one of those in love with that bitter old bastard, so while
this isn't a Snape-fic exactly, Snape has a rather large role and is seen as a
good person.
And for my final note:
This story is set in Alternate Universe. This AU is different from the Harry Potter books. There are new characters, new plots, and new
ideas. Please do not review and say,
"But that's not how it is in the books."
I know that it is not that way in the books. Now, if I make a mistake (which I am bound to), please do tell me
of that- age mistakes (except for the adults), misspellings, grammar…oh, and if
anyone wants to beta, I would really love that. My grammar and spelling is awful, and I apologize in
advance for my mistakes.
On with the fic.
The Ghosts in My Head
Prologue: Let It End
Crack!
I will not cry.
Crack!
It doesn't hurt that much.
Crack!
Not as much as the riding crop does. At least it's only his belt
Crack!
Remember last week?
Silence.
Is that it? I'm
surprised.
Whack!
The riding crop.
Damn.
Whack!
All right, maybe throwing all the Dark Arts books in the
lake wasn't such a great idea.
Whack!
But the look on Father's face…
Whack!
Y'know, this is really unusual. They haven't beaten me since I was ten, and
then last week they get the riding crop out because I wrote an owl to Lily.
Whack!
How many of these is he going to do? Last week's was awful…
Whack!
Fifty beatings, all in the same place.
Whack!
I should just cry out.
He'll keep doing it until I do.
Whack!
But I can't. I
won't give him the satisfaction.
Whack!
I've drawn blood from biting down on my lip.
Whack!
I'm sure there's blood on my back as well… I won't be able
to move 'til Easter, the way this is going.
Whack!
There goes going to the Valentine's Dance
with Sirius Black. Oh well. Severus will be pleased.
Whack!
About the dance part.
He doesn't like it when I get beaten, at least not anymore. I heard him arguing with Mother last week.
Whack!
Gods, when will it end?
Whack!
At least I've done something to deserve it…no more
beatings for using the big fork for the salad.
Whack!
Please, let it end!
Whack!
No more!
Whack!
Gods, let it end!
Let it end!
A/N: Well, that was a bit depressing, eh? The girl in question is supposed to be about
15/16, and it's around Christmas. Don't
worry, the girl ends up fine, as we will see in the next part, which takes place…well,
she's both 38 and 20…you'll see.
Disclaimer: I own the girl being beaten and her father.
