It all started the night before September 1st, which was the day I was returning to Hogwarts for my fifth year of classes. My parents were returning from the cinema when their car was immobilized by a spell. Voldemort then cast the Imperius spell on them. Causing my father to drive the car on the wrong side of the road, and causing the deaths of both of my parents. All because it would cause me, and my then boyfriend, Harry Potter, pain. Yes, I did go out with Harry Potter, for the summer and part of the school year. Until finally I couldn't take his over-protectiveness anymore. He was smothering me in a futile attempt to protect me from the horrors of reality. He was the best friend anyone could have, and then I had to go and date him. It ruined our friendship after we dated, and subsequently led to me hanging out with Lavender and Parvati more than ever before.
When I said I was a pawn, I meant it. I'm no longer the girl you would look for in a library or bookstore, though I still enjoy reading. I can usually be found at work, or in a bar. Though since the Heir has wanted me, I can be found with him. I'm his trophy lady. His prize, for being better than the rest. And that kills me.
Not literally, unfortunately. No, I'm kept alive simply for that thing's darkest desires and evil pleasures. Oh, speak of the devil.
"What are you doing?" he snapped.
"What does it look like? I'm meditating," I snapped back.
"Not anymore, you aren't."
He raised his wand, and I found myself suspended in the air. My wand still on the floor, I was helpless against him. Not that I can do anything bad to him, the necklace forbids it. Unfortunately.
He grew tired of dangling me in the air, and put me down on the bed. Oh, one other thing. I'm still a virgin. So that's one thing he'll never get from me. He prefers torture and foreplay, or so I think. Because he hasn't done anything yet, and if I have my way, he never will.
Now he's keeping me down on the bed. This happens at least twice a week, so I act indifferent to it. And when he gets bored, or feels the need to go hurt something because of the way I treat him, he leaves. My act works all the time, and he hasn't figured out yet that I no longer care. But he will soon enough.
~*finis*~
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