I own not the Harry Potter universe and Absinthe can not be owned by anyone for she is a living soul I only helped to give birth too.
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Chapter four- Never mind the bullocks
Absinthe stepped out feeling like Tank Girl reincarnate. Her hair was something out of Sesame street and she swore she could smell Joe Strummer on her shirt.
She had bags upon bags of clothes and had added another piercing to her ear making it a grand total of eleven. She took her stuff back to the hotel and dropped it
off to go look for her mom. She had to be done by now. She walked out of the hotel and headed in the direction her mom had gone in earlier. She turned a corner
to see her mom and three men dressed in black escorting her toward a deserted looking building. Absinthe followed at a distance, she had the unmistakable feeling
something was not right.
Julienne could no longer ignore the headache. She new what it meant and it was becoming the worst one she had ever had. As she walked into the hollowed out
factory she hoped that Absinthe was all right. She dreamed of her buying shoes and listening to her music. Her vision came to her in a flash, she saw a wand
pointed at her throat and a shower of green sparks shooting forth. As she was pushed into a chair she looked up into another familiar face wearing a turban, and
holding a wand. Then she turned to the blond, she knew who he was and felt extremely foolish for forgetting him. How could she have forgotten her first. She
mouthed his name just before she heard those dreaded words.
Absinthe got to the window and looked in to see a hand holding a wand pointed at her mothers neck. A shower of green sparks came forward and her mother screamed in pain and then slumped over and fell on the floor. Absinthe was screaming, she hadn't even realized she started, but as every face turned toward her she knew she must be. She turned and ran knowing these people could easily catch her with their magic. She hoped that the throng of non-magic's she was running into would help delay them. She let herself be swept by the wave of people and soon found herself in the Underground. She got on the first train and found an empty seat. She was convinced it was a dream and forced herself to go to sleep so that she could wake-up.
Across the street from the factory a young boy with ice blue eyes watched the tragedy unfold and wondered about his life. His father came out of the building, he refused to chase the girl leaving it to the others and walked to his son, looking somewhat shaken. 'She had that damn scar! The scar shaped like a heart on her knee!' He was angry for not knowing. He had never known who the girl was he had been given to in the Eluesis. He did know who Julienne Louvre was though, she was the girl that betrayed Severus and that was reason enough to get rid of her, the fact that she had eluded the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters for so long was just another reason. He looked up at his son, he saw the pain in his eyes, the questions on his face, but he had no comforting words for the boy. This was his life and he'd better get use to it now.