DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling.
A/N: This isn't a sequel to Pseudo Sacrosant Perversion so much as it is another story using the same starting point. PSS could technically fit within the canon, while this fic will be stepping firmly into AU territory. I'll apologize now for the wildly varying chapter length.
Dedicated to Azzie, Amaya, and Ella. (This is what y'all get for encouraging me!)
WARNINGS: Rape, incest, mentions of alcohol abuse, and I will do my level best to rip your heart out and stomp on it. You have been warned.
~ Black Sick Spider ~
- Chapter 1: Fragile Shrapnel -
Cygnus preyed on his sister, Orion rescued her, and now every day is a struggle to save her. Something is broken inside her, leaking poison, eclipsing her inner light, eating away at the edges of her sanity.
Walburga's first instinct to dull the pain is to go to the liquor cabinet. The glass is halfway to her mouth when the memory springs unbidden to the forefront of her mind-
Her brother laughing as he pours her glass after glass of Firewhisky, until she can't remember how many she's had or what he thought was funny in the first place.
Her brother laughing as he pins her arms above her head, laughing at her as she tries to fight him but can't, telling her cruelly that no one would have married her anyway as he holds both of her wrists in one hand and uses the other to push her skirt up to her waist.
She throws the glass against the wall. It shatters, sending amber liquid and shards of fragile shrapnel raining down on the carpet.
She calls out for Orion and he is there in an instant, wrapping her in his arms, telling her that she is safe, that he is here to protect her.
He does not tell her that things are alright, because they are not. He does not tell her that she will be alright, because after what happened to her, how can she ever be alright again?
~to be continued~