CHAPTER THREE

Kill the Spare…No…Cedric…CEDRIC!!!

Harry woke up with a gasp. Instantly, he mentally felt waves of tranquility wafting into his brain. He grinned weakly to himself and sent back Thanks B… He then thought to himself, why is it always B helping me, and not me helping her. Damn her being stubborn. I offer her help but she dismisses me like a fly on the wall…

Over in America, Beatrice smiled to herself when she felt her twin slowly succumbing to a peaceful sleep. He needs it, I just wish I can take all the pain away…at least he's leaving the Dursleys in a few hours… She returned to analyzing Shakespeare's infamous "King Lear", a compulsory reading that was to be done by her first English AP lesson of her sophomore year. God…this family's more screwed up than the Winchesters and mine combined. Although, the family dynamics described in this play is a reflection of reality…

She finished the current act and went into her bathroom en suite for a shower. Dinner had started later than usual due to her trip to the movies with Alicia and by the time she was squeaky clean, it was hitting the eleven o'clock mark. Whoa, it's late. That means no defense reading for tonight. Oh well… Crawling into bed, Beatrice easily fell asleep. Inadvertently, serene feelings floated across the telepathic link, sending more peaceful sensations to Harry.

It was an hour later when James finally got home. Working as a hardcore detective for the FBI is hard work, and when the case was hitting home, it was harder. The only way for James to deal was his Jack Daniels. The occasional Johnny Walker visited when Jack was no more. Tonight, he had finally closed the case with the missing child and dead wife, but somehow, it had ignited his pain of losing Lily and leaving Harry those thirteen odd years ago. Making an effort to block the vivid images of his Lily's corpse, James went straight into the basement, where all the alcohol was normally preserved and snagged a bottle of Jack Daniels off the cabinet. Need to purchase more Johnny's I see…Ambling to the entertainment room, James put on a classic slasher, Friday the 13th (Original) and continued to drown his pain out in his JD's.

I'm so sorry Lil…Merlin, I should've been there. Why did I have to take the pain killers? Minimizing my senses… dammit. It was only a dislocated shoulder and cracked ribs. Lil, you're a way better parent than I am. At least then, Harry and Beatrice could have a mom. No more Dursleys, no more robbing Beatrice from her innocence… James took another swig of his Jack Daniels. By the time Jason had killed his second last victim, James' bottle was down to only a quarter full. After the last kill, James stood up, and swaggered crookedly up stairs to his daughter's bedroom. Seeing Beatrice curled up under the covers in a peaceful slumber, James woozy head reminisced images of his beautiful Lily in bed. Lils… The rays of moonbeams peaked through the cracks between the closed curtains and illuminated Beatrice's face, creating a soft glow on her angelic face.

Desire uncoiled deep within James' belly and emitting a soft growl, he made two steps and pounced recklessly onto the bed, waking Beatrice up. The sight of her father with animalistic hunger swirling in his eyes had Beatrice sighing in frustration and disappointment. Not again, I swear the older I get, the worse he becomes…

James fervently attacked Beatrice's neck. Loud suckling noises performed by his lips were accompanied by the orchestra of hands, busily tearing away at her pajamas, composing callous ripping sounds in the otherwise silent room. I don't think my 'happy place' is going to work tonight. It only works when he's in a slow sex mood or calls me Lils for the entire duration…Ouch, nipples are sensitive today…it's angry sex I guess. James had bitten Beatrice's nipple hard, emanating a slight wince from the brunette; while both his hands were wandering hazardously around her naval, occasionally decorating her torso with flush pink prints from gripping too hard.

…13 year old Beatrice was rudely awakened from her doze by her drunk father nibbling away at her neck. She made futile attempts to push him off, but in retaliation, he croaked out 'Lils' and started roughly ravishing her breasts, causing pain...

Beatrice's arms were suddenly pinned on top of her head…very upsetting and angry sex I guess… while her legs were forced apart by James' right knee.

…James had her wrists and ankles shackled magically to all four corners of the bed. Ha, a fourteen year old sub…

With one hand still engaged in pinning her arms, James' other hand went to pull off her pajamas pants and underwear. After 2 years of this, Beatrice knew putting up a fight would be futile. Better to accept it. Less painful physically and less draining both emotionally and mentally. I wonder what was the trigger this time, excluding alcohol… a second later, an agonizing thrust and he was in her. Oww…not even using spit as lube…the act of a very desperate man. Irresponsive, dry and no lube equals excruciating pain. I'm use to it though, it's not the first time, more like the two hundred and twenty-eighth time…

…Despite her dad being gentle, losing your virginity at the tender age of thirteen because your father sees you as his dead wife is not comfortable. More like, extremely unbearable. Shock… that's what Beatrice felt when her dad found comfort in her for the first time…

After 10 burning minutes, James finally pulled out, albeit harshly and ejaculated his semen onto his daughter's stomach. Still in his drunken haze, he muttered out a soft 'Thanks Lils' before heavily falling on top of Beatrice. She winced at the sudden jolt of her body; twinges of stinging pain sparkling in all areas of her body. Ever so carefully, Beatrice managed to nudge her father off her and onto the other side of the queen size bed with practical ease. Standing up gingerly, being cautious not to further aggravate her injuries, Beatrice took her wand, another pair of underwear and fresh pajamas and without a single glance at her sorry looking sleeping father, she quietly left the room and went next door to the guest room, trying to clean up and get some rest until the next morning. Aye, still walking bowlegged-ly after all these sessions. I really want to stop that. Bowlegs ain't attractive…

Waving her wand absently, she cleaned her stomach off her dad's semen and prepared for the inevitable; fixing up all the wounds she's sustained down there. I swear, I can do this half asleep now…been doing it for too long…ever since the first time…

Flashback

Life was awesome; not perfect but good. Dad was striving in his detective work for the FBI and not only that, he might be starting to get back in the dating league again. So all in all, life was pretty damn good according to thirteen year old Beatrice. She passed Boxer, her ten year old Labrador on her way to bed who only gave her a glance at her passing. I guess old age means less enthusiasm of the world…

Beatrice entered her bedroom, instantly slipping between the sheets for sleep; never knowing that it would be the last day of her childhood; because by tomorrow, her innocence would be forever gone and her once optimistic attitude towards life would be only a past.

Over the past few months, James has noticed how Beatrice was gradually becoming a replica of Lily. The only difference; instead of red hair, his daughter inherited some of her father's genes and ended up with wavy raven hair with red tinges. Puberty had done wonders to his daughter.

James gulped down more Jack Daniels. He knew he had a drinking problem. It all began after Lily's death and instead of climbing out of the bottle a few years into being a widow, he had in turn crawled deeper and as the years passed by, it just escalated. And now, he knew his drinking was becoming very problematic since Beatrice is all grown up now. The reason – every time he drinks, the difference between his dead wife and his daughter blurs and inevitably, his thoughts turn to doing very inappropriate things to his daughter. But James had hit rock bottom. No matter his morals and the consequences, he is an alcoholic and alcoholic tend to cannot divorce the bottle.

James shook his head from his thoughts and went upstairs to do his routine night checks on Beatrice. Upon opening the door, the vision of his sleeping daughter had instigated on word, "Lily" Godric…I love you baby…

//\

A slimy offensive mouth pulled Beatrice abruptly from her slumber. Said mouth was currently nibbling lovingly between her collarbone and neck. Lazily but swiftly opening on eye, Beatrice instantly screamed for her dad upon seeing her would be rapist. No pounding feet met her ears. No door opening to surprise her attacker. Instead, the attacker raised his head slowly and Beatrice bit back a scream; her attacker was her dad. Dad? What the hell? You…you…

James was so far gone in his alcohol that he didn't even see the betrayed looked that flitted across her face, nor did he feel her struggles against him. Instead, he ignored her yell and simply undid the buttons of her top nimbly and made sweet love to her torso. Beatrice froze in shock at her dad's actions. This is unreal right…it's not really dad there…he… Feeling her breast being fondled and devoured, she swung her back in retaliation and punched him hard in the shoulder. James recoiled in pain and in retaliation, he pinned her body with his own 180 pounds onto the mattress, thus preventing her from escaping. Latching his mouth back onto her neck, he pulled his wand out from his back pocket and charmed all their clothes off. The skin on skin was heaven for James while Beatrice began squirming and thrashing heavily, trying to flee. No…dad…no. please stop…dad…

Moaning at the naked body beneath him, James descended one of his hands and rubbed it against her sex. Without preamble, he thrust two fingers in dry, violently breaking her hymn. Beatrice's back arched off the bed in pain; she managed to choke out a shrilling "NOOOO" before sobbing severely from everything. Her entire body burned. All the places her father had violated burned. Dad…please…it hurts…stop please…dad… James gave her clitoris another rub before entering her in one hard thrust. Beatrice simply sagged like a rag doll and passed out. The pain and shock combined was too severe for her to handle, resulting in a black out. Her last thought…I'm not a virgin anymore…

//\

When Beatrice regained consciousness, it was the break of dawn. Light that managed to peek through the blinds' gaps gave the room a beautiful sepia glow. Beatrice enjoyed the view before the dried blood caked around her thighs brought her back to reality. Look through mom's old med books…dad…why did…no girl, stay focused; being healed is first and foremost. Feelings come later. Get fixed up first. Fixed up first… Beatrice took a breath and shoved her unconscious father to the other side of the bed with all her might. God, even exertion makes it hurt there… She gingerly rolled into a sitting position; grabbing her wand, she wrapped herself up in blankets and went downstairs to the library.

After five agonizing minutes, Beatrice finally found the needed texts and carrying both in one hand, she literally crawled to the public bathroom downstairs, locking the door behind her. Now for the fun part…god, I can't believe I'm doing this…no thirteen year old should be doing this. I should be feeding Boxer, going out for shooting practice, not doing…doing this self-healing procedure…

The clean up took over an hour. From self-learning, to clinical cleaning and antibiotic measures, it was a painful and tiring job. Only when everything was done, did Beatrice sag against the gleaming white tiles. All the tension visibly leaving her body; evident from her lax body and limbs. I hate this…

End Flashback

Beatrice shuddered at the old memory. Packing up her makeshift med kit, she left everything on the bedside drawer and went to sleep…

//\

When Beatrice woke up the next morning, the first thing she did was re-opening her side of the telepathic link. Feeling the furiouso from Harry, she tentatively sent, "Harry…Psst…What's wrong?"

An angry tirade was her answer. "First, Hermione and Ron don't owl me. And when I confront them about it, they tell me it's for my own good. What was it again? Right…it's for my own protection. I don't need protecting. I just want to know what's going on. And when I said that, they tell me about the Order of the Phoenix. That's it. Anymore information, I'm not allowed to know. Secondly, you…You blocked me out. You always do that. Without explanation, just poof, and you've disappeared." Then in a softer timbre, Harry sent, "Is it because of me? Did I do something?"

Immediately, Beatrice placated her brother, "No. No. There're just some things I can't tell you."

Unfortunately, that was the wrong thing to say because Harry instantaneously shot back, "Not you too. One more person who thinks I need to be protected."

Beatrice bit back a frustrated sigh and shook her head to herself. She cautiously sent, "Hey. Look, I get why you're upset over your friends, but seriously, they don't deserve the shit you dished out. They only want you to be safe. Don't get your panties in a twist. Me, I have personal reasons for blocking you."

Although he was angry, Harry must've heard something in his sister's tone because straight away, he sent in a cajoling and concerned tone, "What's wrong B? Did something happen?"

Beatrice really wanted to tell him. She really wanted to break down and narrate the complete story to him; every minuscule detail of her tale. She really wants everything off her chest, but despite her want and need, she knew without asking that this act would only become one that is regretful. Not only would Harry's image of James shatter to smithereens, it would also have him burdening her problems when he already had the entire world's responsibilities on his shoulders to carry. It would be better to have Harry never having any knowledge of her dirty little secret. In the end, Beatrice simply sent in a resigned tone, "Nothing happened. I'm all right. Harry, it's nothing to worry about." Sometimes, remaining oblivious is better…

Just as Harry was about to become a very suffocating momma bear, the shout of his name deterred him from further interrogation. Beatrice took the chance to clear her head from any intricate or unwanted emotions and thoughts. Awesome…my entire family is made up of angst. Dad angst over mom and work, Harry angst over the world and everything in it. Me…Winchester angst…

Beatrice took a shower and went downstairs for breakfast. 6am…super. There's enough time for a jog and taking Sari out for a run before my Tai Chi lesson. Going for the cabinet above the stove first, she took a hangover potion and set it on the counter for her dad. She then made strong espresso with an ever-heating charm cast on it for her dad, knowing he prefers that to tea after a rough night; and set it next to the hangover potion. Having only cereal for breakfast, she was out the door in ten minutes; in jogging slacks, sneakers, tank top and cap. Sari saw her young master coming out of the house and when Beatrice closed the door behind her and took the leash off the front porch railing, the German Sheppard sat diligently while wagging it's tail enthusiastically waiting to be tied up. She randomly thought to herself, The Order is back. The situation must be calamitous to have them regroup again…

Putting that aside for later thinking, Beatrice returned her attention to her dog and couldn't help but grin at the sight of her doggie companion. Awww…that is just too adorable… She bent down to scratch the colorful fur under her neck, igniting more tail wagging and perky ears. She did the leash up efficiently and the two left for their run. Not even the violations can stop her from doing normal and essential things.

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The grandfather clock struck nine and James opened his eyes to Beatrice's green pillow. I did it again…fuck. He groaned into the pillow before sitting up. He noticed two things when he opened his eyes and moved. One, his phallus was still hanging to its full glory; and two, he had a mini marching band in his head and the room smelled like sex. Fuck. I need a hangover potion… walking downstairs; he spotted the potion and a mug. Why does she always do that? Being a dutiful daughter,…I don't deserve this… James took what Beatrice offered but for every mil of liquid that went down his throat, there was another pound of guilt to bear.