Hey everyone! Just letting you know, I've posted a picture of a girl that is almost identical to the vision I have of Jamie on my home page, your welcome to look at it if you like, or to imagine your own character, its up to you!
Hope you enjoy the chapter! It's a dramatic one…
Jamie woke up to a shooting pain in her back. She hissed, and sat up, rubbing the new mark. Her father could have chosen a better spot to give it to her she thought sourly, getting out of bed. She pulled a robe over her head, and went downstairs, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. She made her way down the stairs, check all of her father's rooms, but found no one there.
"Hello?" She called in the empty house, no one answered. Jamie felt a surge of energy enter her body. No one was home… if she was going to have any chance of getting away with Charlie, this was it. She ran down the hallway, and jumped quickly down the stairs, pulling out her wand. She mumbled the spell she had overheard her father say to open the door.
"Lumos" she said, entering the room. Charlie was standing at the far end of it, his hand's clenched into fists.
"Jamie…" He said, relaxing as she came over to him. She kissed him passionately, and he pulled her to himself, she hissed in pain as he touched her waist, and pulled away.
"Charlie, there no time… we have to leave. Now." She said, tugging his arm.
He frowned.
"Wait, they are just going to let us walk out of here?"
Jamie pulled him harder.
"No, but no one's here at the moment… Charlie, it's our only chance."
She said, dragging him from the room and up the stairs. They jogged side by side down the hallway, and Jamie opened the front door. They sprinted up the drive, hoping that she had been right about the house being empty. They made it to the gate, and Charlie slipped between the bars. Jamie followed him, but was jerked back suddenly. He looked at her, and she frowned, attempting it again. She looked at her wrist, realizing that the bracelet her father had given her was preventing her from leaving. She tried to take it off, but there was a strong magical bind on it.
"Charlie! I can get it off!" She cried panic in her voice. He frowned, and tried the clasp. They each tried a couple of spells on the bracelet, but nothing worked.
Jamie knew what she had to do.
She shoved her wand into his hands.
"Go Charlie!" She shouted at him.
He shook his head.
"No… I won't leave without you!" He said, trying in vain to open the bracelet
"Charlie, you have to!" Jamie said, starting to cry.
"They'll kill you if they find us here… go!" She cried, pushing him away.
He frowned.
"What about you? What will you do?"
" They won't kill me Charlie, he wants me alive." She said miserably.
She looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Please Charlie, I don't know how long we have…"
He kissed her hard on the lips, pulling her in tight.
"I'll come back for you." He whispered, pulling away from her. He went a little distance away, and looked at her sadly.
"I love you."
She nodded at him. He apparated away, with only a few moments to spare, her father appeared in the street, followed by what seemed like half of Azkaban. Many of the death eater's stared at her in shock, but she could only see her father's face. He was staring at her with murderous rage.
He motioned for the death eater's to go inside, and waited until it was only the two of them. He then walked up to her, anger present in each step he took. He slapped her hard across the face, knocking the wind out of her.
He then went through the gate, and proceeded to drag Jamie up the drive by her hair. She screamed in pain, and fought against him.
He threw her on to the gravel half way up, and pointed his wand at her.
"Crucio." He was angrily.
Jamie screamed herself hoarse, but he didn't stop the curse until she had gone completely silent. It seemed like hours for Jamie, although it was probably just minutes.
She lay face down on the gravel, her entire body shaking.
He dragged her face up by her hair, and hissed at her.
"You obviously have not learned the meaning of respect my dear."
"You don't deserve it." She croaked back, glaring at him.
He let her head go sharply, and pointed his wand at her again.
"Crucio."
It took half the amount of time for Jamie to stop struggling. He whole body ached when he released her.
"The feeling's mutual my dear… You have just cost Charlie his life!" He snarled at her. Jamie let out a hoarse laugh.
He gave her an incredulous look, but she continued laughing.
"Why did you think I was down by the gate? Charlie is GONE." She said, laughing at him again. His upper lip peeled back in a snarl.
"Crucio." He hissed again. Jamie laughed this time, she thought of Alice and Frank Longbottom, wondering how far away she was from snapping. He let go of the curse, the thought had obviously occurred to him as well.
She got up, facing him.
"What are you going to do to me? Torture me, kill me, it makes no difference. I will never be yours." She spat at his feet, waiting for the torture to come. He hit her again with the curse, and Jamie blacked out.
When Jamie woke again, the sun was shining brightly through the window. She was in her room… surprisingly. She tried to move, but let out a groan of pain, not even able to sit up in bed she was so sore. She lay there, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours.
Someone opened the door softly, but she couldn't bend her head enough to see whom… Her father came into her sight of vision, and glared down at her. She glared back at him, although it wasn't very effective, considering she couldn't get up.
"I hope the pain you are in is a lesson to you." He said after a moment.
She turned her head away from him, wishing she could roll away from him.
"If you had any sort of decency, you would put me out of my misery." She said coldly. He reached down, and forced her look at him.
"There is more than one way to break someone's will. You aren't even half as stubborn as your mother… you will break long before she ever did." He hissed at her.
"Well, you never really 'broke' her did you? She killed herself before you could." Jamie smiled maliciously up at her father. Anger flashed across his eyes, and he slapped her hard across the face, knocking the breath out of her. It jarred her body, bringing a wave of physical pain up from her toes. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and Jamie felt like she was going to be sick. Her father chuckled darkly. She opened her eyes and sent the dirtiest look she could at him, he didn't seem to notice.
"Did you really think I would just let you walk out of here Anna?" He asked, gazing at her.
Jamie frowned, and shook her head.
"No… but I thought since you marked me..."
"You really think that I would overlook the number of years that you have spent with the Weasly's? No, I am well aware that your loyalty does not lie with myself… yet. But it will, in time Anna. It may take us another 17 years to get there, but it will." He studied her face again and sighed, the sound shocked Jamie.
"It frustrates me that we will have to waste so much time retraining you, I wonder often what you would be like if you had been raised properly."
Jamie snorted,
"Raised properly? On, you mean torturing the innocent, hating people that have muggle parents, killing… and studying the dark arts? With your parenting skills, I would have ended up dead by the time I was 5." She snarled at him.
She saw shock pass through his eyes for a moment, it was replaced with anger; he slid a pale hand into his robe, pulling out his wand.
Jamie braced herself.
"Crucio." He snarled.
It was worse than yesterday. Her already aching muscles drew together, causing every more pain. She screamed the entire time, although the screams became silent as her vocal cords gave out. He released it after what seemed like a decade. Jamie's body shook uncontrollably, her teeth chattering together. He sat down on the bed, and Jamie winced away from him. He smiled coldly at her.
"A few more days of this, and I believe you would be willing to kill even Charlie to get rid of the pain."
She bit back a groan. A few days? He chuckled again, getting up from the bed.
"Pleasant dreams." He said, leaving Jamie alone with her misery.
He kept his word.
The days bled together as he tortured her. Eventually the spell began to dull, the pain she was in even without the curse seemed endless.
She heard the door open with a groan, but couldn't even imagine rolling over to see who it was. She stared out the window, wondering how much time had passed. Lucius came into view, holding a tray. He sat down gently on the bed, but the slight movement made Jamie gasp in pain. He shot her a look of pity.
"The dark lord says you need to eat…" He said. Answering the question she could not ask; her voice had gone silent a while ago…
He kindly lifted a spoon to her lips, pouring a hot liquid down her throat and into her empty stomach. It made her feel slightly better.
He sat there, patiently feeding her, as if she was a newborn child. When he was done, he got up carefully and exited the room. The warmth the hot soup had created left Jamie feeling sleepy; she closed her eyes, and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
She awoke in the middle of the night. She felt stronger than she had in days… but that wasn't saying much. Jamie was able to roll over on the bed with only a slight groan.
Her father was sitting in a chair at the end of her bed, she could see him as she rolled over.
He got up once he realized she was awake, and came over to sit on the bed next to her. Jamie moaned as the mattress moved, he chuckled at her.
"Are you ready to apologize."
Yes. More than anything…
"No." She muttered hoarsely.
He made a tsking noise at her.
"Anna… stop acting like a child, all I am asking you for is an apology. Then the pain could go away." He said soothingly, putting a hand gently on her shoulder. The pressure drew a hiss from Jamie, but he kept his hand there.
Jamie clenched her jaw, fighting against the part of her that wanted to give in.
"I'm sorry…" She croaked. She could feel him relax beside her.
"That you're such a horrible father." She added spitefully.
He tensed up, and got up from the bed. Jamie braced herself against the pain, but the curse never came. He studied her with an expression of anger for a moment, and then walked swiftly through the door, shutting it with a slam behind himself.
Jamie sighed in relief, but couldn't help but be confused… she had just insulted him right? Jamie felt restless…. She had been lying in that bed for days on end now, and any thoughts of sleep seemed far off. Jamie groaned, and shifted on the bed. Her muscles stiffened at the movement, causing Jamie to gasp in pain. She couldn't even sit up in bed. She let out a noise of frustration, knowing that she would again spend the day staring at the ceiling.
She could see the light play across the ceiling, stretching brightly across the ceiling before retreating. Jamie felt dull and painfully bored by the time the ceiling had faded to black. The door opened again, this time with a creek. Silently, her father stood over her, looking at her with disgust. She met his eyes for only a moment before looking away. A malicious smiled spread over his face, and he brought a cold hand up to her cheek. Jamie attempted to pull away from him, but the pain was too great… she struggled against it for a moment, and then gave in, letting him touch her. He gave a low chuckle at her weak attempt of a struggle, stroking her cheek gently for a moment. He paused, resting his pale hand against her skin. She looked up into his eyes, seeing a strange gleam in the depths of his eyes. He grabbed her chin forcefully, opening her jaw up. She let out a sound of surprise, but did not try to pull away. He took out a small vial with his free hand; Jamie started struggling feebly, afraid of what the potion might do to her. Her father made an tsking noise, and smiled, pouring the liquid down her throat.
It burned for a moment, but then caused a warming sensation throughout her body. Voldemort let go of her jaw, and stood up, watching her. She looked at him anxiously, but moved her fingers and toes, checking for pain; she found none. Jamie sat up for the first time in days, her mind still waiting for the wave of pain that never came. She looked at her father warily.
"Why?" She asked, finding her voice had returned.
A devious smile spread across his features.
"In due time my dear, for now… Nacrissa will see to it that you are cleaned up." With that he strode quickly from the room, locking the door behind himself. Jamie stared after him, confused.