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"I'm leaving."

These were the first words Giselle said when she arrived at Crouch Manor. Her mother blinked fast and spluttered incoherent words as strands of copper hair fell from her loose updo. Giselle had barely been in the entrance of the manor for a whole minute and she knew she had to leave. It was an unearthly thudding sensation in her stomach that told her to go back to Sirius. She felt lost and scared without him there beside her and she craved his presence. Giselle held her head high and stared at her parents.

"What do you mean you're leaving? Giselle, don't be-,"

"I'm going. I can't live here anymore," Giselle cut across her blubbering mother but her eyes never left her father. Bartemius Crouch was stood at the bottom of the staircase with his dark eyes staring straight into hers. Giselle knew what her father was trying to do; intimidate her.

"No."

Giselle didn't flinch as Bartemius crossed his arms across his chest and sighed. "Yes, I'm leaving today."

"No you're not. You're my daughter and you live under my roof with my rules. You're not leaving," He told her and Giselle laughed softly. She brushed a few fallen strands from her eyes and went to walk past him but he stuck an arm out.

"Excuse me," Giselle said and Bartemius' stare switched to a glare.

"Giselle Cecelia Crouch, you will listen to me-,"

"NO! I won't listen to you. You cannot tell me what to do like I'm a five year old!" She shouted and Bartemius grabbed her wrist making Giselle wince in pain. She stopped trying to get past as Bartemius forced her face to look at his. Adelaide covered her mouth and debated whether she could intervene.

"You are seventeen years old, barely of age-," He roared.

"I'm eighteen, remember?" She sounded disgusted, "You don't care about me, you don't know anything about me! I'm leaving, father." She yanked her wrist from his rough hands and glanced up to the first floor to see her brother stare at her with a sneer on his pale face. She ran up the stairs and barged past the boy who seemed to find the argument between his father and his sister amusing.

Giselle rushed into her bedroom and slammed the door. She quickly looked around the messy room and began to gather all of her possessions into a pile on top of her bed.

"Winky!" Giselle called out and within a second, the humble house elf appeared with a sad expression. Her large, brown eyes were bright as if on the verge of tears but she offered her help to Giselle nevertheless. "Please help me pack," she told the elf who bowed her head.

"Is Mistress leaving?" Winky asked as she began to gather up Giselle's books and journals and Giselle nodded, wiping a cold tear from her flustered cheek. Winky's ears drooped and the elf stopped.

"Winky heard the argument between Mistress Giselle and Master Crouch," the elf admitted and Giselle breathed deeply. She shoved her clothes into her school trunk and hoped she wouldn't end up in hysterics. The elf was at her knees, holding out a few muggle volumes that Giselle favoured. She thanked Winky and placed them roughly down the sides of the leather case.

"I need to go, Winky. You wouldn't understand," Giselle tried to explain but Winky stared up at her, "I can't take it anymore."

"Is it because Mistress believes Master Crouch doesn't love her?" Winky asked and Giselle shook her head, sorting through the last box of her personal chattels that held some of Giselle's childhood pictures. Her hands couldn't stop shaking as she packed.

"No," she murmured, transferring her wand from her robes and into her jacket pocket. The elf whimpered and threw her arms around Giselle's waist, taking her by surprise.

"Winky knows Master and Mistress Crouch love Giselle very much and Giselle must believe Winky, even if Winky is just an elf." Giselle hugged the elf and wiped the tear from the elf's face. She had always favoured Winky.

"You're more than an elf, you're family... but I still need to go," Giselle told the elf who had suddenly burst into tears and apparated out of the room. Giselle picked up the case, gave her bedroom one last sweeping look and headed out of the room only to see Barty standing in the doorway.

"How touching," he spat. Giselle sighed and pushed past him but he stood his ground. He forced her shoulder to the right and Giselle was knocked sideways. Barty stared down at her as she bent down to pick up her case but she didn't dare look him in the eye.

"What's wrong Giselle? Don't you want to say goodbye to your brother?" Giselle ignored him as she stood up straight but he wasn't going to take no as an answer. He grasped her forearm and twisted her wrist, forcing her to look at him. She tried not to react but he was much stronger than her.

"Let go, Barty!" She gasped and he laughed, tightening his grip.

"You're making a huge mistake, 'Elle. Stop this stupid facade you have withthem and listen to me." Giselle looked past him and he gritted his teeth, "LISTEN!" He roared.

Giselle stopped struggling and stared straight into Barty's dark eyes that mimicked her father's. He was a spitting image of the patriarchal bully that was currently below their feet, shouting at their mother.

"You're just like father, do you know that? A fascist thug who enjoys beating down others to assert authority and it disgusts me," Giselle murmured and Barty threw her arm out of his grip, murder written in his scowl. "You're turning into him." His sneer dropped instantly.

"Goodbye Barty." Giselle stormed past and trailed her trunk down the wide stairs that stood in the centre of the vast entrance hall. She ignored the stares from the paintings all around the room but she couldn't help but notice her sobbing mother. Her soft eyes were puffy and red from the excessive crying and Giselle felt her heart break. She didn't want to hurt her mother but she had to.

"G-Giselle darling, don't leave. Sleep on it at least?" Adelaide asked between hiccoughs but Giselle shook her head. She could hear her father approach from the east wing study.

"I'm leaving, mother. I need to get away from them both." She pointed towards her father and brother. Adelaide grabbed Giselle and squeezed her in her arms but Giselle noticed how weak she was. Her chest was heaving and her strength was at an all time low. She was sick.

"Has father noticed how sick you are?" Giselle exclaimed loud enough for Bartemius to hear. His footsteps halted and she turned around, glaring at him.

"Nonsense, I'm fine," Adelaide hurriedly replied but Giselle shook her head.

"You haven't noticed, have you?" Giselle asked her father and he narrowed his eyes.

"She's fine, Giselle. Go put your trunk upstairs and we can talk about this stupid 'runaway'-," Bartemius began but Giselle cried out in frustration. She grabbed her trunk and headed towards the door. It was in arms reach and she felt her chest cramp in longing for Sirius' arms around her. She could taste the freedom but her father was determined to make her stay.

"You have nowhere to go. Turn around Giselle." He was pleading now.

"I have somewhere. I have a new home with-," she stuttered and changed the subject, "This is no longer my home."

"Don't tell me you're moving in with Black?" Giselle froze and stared at her brother who decided to pick up on her stumble. Bartemius' eyes grew wide and he shook his head.

"BLACK? That brainless, dangerous and shoddy prat? No. I forbid it." Bartemius was the spitting image of hell as attempted to move towards Giselle but Adelaide grabbed his arm, fear on her face.

"Leave her Barty-," but the rest of her words were cut off by a hair-raising slap. Adelaide stumbled backwards with a red cheek and Giselle stifled her scream. She couldn't believe that her father actually slapped his wife? She could see the realisation register on his face as he glanced at his wife but by the time he looked at his daughter – she was out of the door.

"Giselle!" He yelled as he ran out of the door towards the sobbing retreating figure. Giselle turned around and whipped her wand out. Her hands were uncontrollable now and she knew if she wanted to, she could hurt him but she didn't. She held it tight.

"You're not leaving to go live with that Black boy-,"

"No. I'm leaving because I can't handle you or your son. You're are both a fucking disgrace... You should be ashamed."

Giselle span on the spot with her trunk in her hands and apparated away from the manor with a loud crack.