```Chapter 11```
Briellie was curled up on the bed in a small pool of blood. Her arms and legs were scratched deeply with fingernails and her neck and face had dark purple welts littering them. Her lips were swollen puffy and red. Her face was tear streaked and her eyes portrayed her broken heart.
"Oh Mum." Minerva came forward and sat on the edge of the bed, patting her mother's back uncertainly. Briellie clutched at Minerva and sobbed helplessly.
"Minnie, oh Minnie." Briellie wept, clinging to her daughter as if she was a flotation device on a perilous, storm-stricken ocean. Minerva patted her back and hugged her mother tightly, feeling despair wash over her.
"Don't cry Mum, please don't cry." Minerva softly countered her mother's loud howls. Briellie slowly let her daughter go.
"Where's your Da? Where's Albert?" she questioned, looking heart broken and terrified witlessly for her husbands sake.
"He's...They took him downstairs." Minerva stammered, unable to meet her mother's eyes. Minerva absently picked up the dainty silver brush from the nightstand and began brushing her mother's hair out. Briellie slowly calmed down and sat silently as Minerva teased the tangles out of her mother's hair. When Minerva deemed she had finished she helped her mother change into a nightgown, even though it was barely one in the after noon. She then went to the adjoining bathroom and wet a washcloth and gently dabbed the blood off her mother's arms and legs, then stripped the bed and remade it, leaving the bloody white sheets folded in the corner.
All the while Briellie stared at her with broken emotions stabbing their way across her face.
'What is Tom going to want from me?' Minerva shuddered at her own thought as she replayed the previous happenings in her mind, remembering she had promised to do anything if he stopped Grindelwald from harming her mother.
"Go to bed Mum. You look like you haven't slept." Minerva said gently, guiding her disoriented mother into bed and tucking the blankets up to her chin. Briellie clutched at the sheets and stared up at Minerva.
"He'll come back-"she started in a panicked voice, looking absolutely terrified.
"I'll watch for you Mum." Minerva assured her, sinking gratefully into the comfortable couch in front of the fire, which was magically made to forever burn and only warm a person when they desired it. Briellie watched her with a vaguely suspicious expression on her face before finally dosing off.
Minerva sat awake and stared at the flames, trying to find a course of action and drive the thoughts of worry out of her head.
'What would they do to Poppy if they brought her here- and why Alastor Moody? And Albus.' Her heart lept into her throat and her heart beat quickened for a moment at the thought of him in her captors clutches. 'Calm Minerva, calm.' She thought to herself in a desperate sort of means to compose herself. 'What can we do to get out of-' she stopped short as the door banged open and her father was shoved in.
Minerva stood up and silently moved to him as the door slammed behind him, not waking Briellie though she was generally a light sleeper. Albert looked around for a moment and stared first at his daughter who wrapped her arms around him and began to cry silently into his shoulder and then over her shoulder at his deathly pale and badly bruised wife.
"It's alright Minerva. Be strong." He told her, softly prying and pushing her away from him and back onto the couch. "Sleep for a while. You may not get any tonight." He told her as she laid down onto the couch and watched him move to the edge of the bed to Briellie.
Albert sat down lightly near her head and touched his fingertips to her neck on one of the swelled marks. Briellie jerked awake and gasped with pain and terror.
"It's alright Bri." He said softly, touching his cool fingers to her pulsing and swollen lips softly so that it did not send obvious pain ricocheting through her body. Minerva watched with a slightly jealous look in her eye, wishing for the same affection for herself from the man she loved.
"Albert." Briellie murmured, moving up to lay her head in his lap, holding tightly to one of his calloused hands with both of her soft own. "I'm so frightened. I-I don't want to see any of us hurt any more." Her voice was scarcely above a whispering wind. Albert looked down at her with a softness that didn't seem to suit his face well at all.
"I know." He told her, kissing the top of her head.
"Minnie! Where's Minnie?" Briellie jumped suddenly and seemed to be alarmed. Minerva raised her head off the armrest of the couch.
"Here Mum." She said quietly and with an indistinct bitterness in her voice at her thoughts of never being able to be held by Albus. Briellie sank back into the bed with relief.
"I was worried." She said softly and weakly as a cascade of paleness whirled over her face, giving it an ashy grey appearance. Albert looked immediately concerned. At that point in time Minerva vaguely registered in her mind that she was hungry and wanted food but ignored the feeling.
"Bri, are you tired? Do you need-"he stopped short as the door banged open again and Briellie gave a soft screech and buried her face in Albert's leg, not able to look at the door.
Tom stood in the doorway smirking maliciously at Briellie's terror. Minerva sat blot up right as he sauntered into the room and circled the couch before coming to stand in front of her.
"Come Minnie. We're going for a walk." He offered her his arm. Minerva shrank back inwardly but took his arm and stood up quietly, following him out of the room with a glance back at her parents.
Albert looked as if he was contemplating yelling out against Tom taking his daughter, and Briellie just stared on helplessly, seeming broken of spirit. Minerva felt her heart wretch as she followed Tom down the stairs while Grindelwald stormed up them, looking keen on something that made Minerva think she had a sick feeling she knew exactly what.
She walked softly down the stairs and light footed all the way till the back porch, staring out at the bright and sunny morning as Tom held open the back door for her.
~~~ Alright. I know it took a long time. But I was grounded.
Um... I'm stuck. TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HAPPEN NEXT!!
Jestana- What would I do with out you and your reviews? And your stories? I LOVE THEM! You need to write more by the way...Interesting idea the changing into a lioness thing- strange but interesting... the gears and clankin' with ideas now. I'm endlessly entertained by the fact that you review my story moments after I upload a new chapter. You're awesome.
Hermione Lyn Granger- Thank you. I'm thrilled to be reviewed so nicely.
Amberle evereve- Your name is interesting. Might I inquire as to where you have invented it? I'm glad you think her father is interesting. Thank you for the review.
Nerweniel- Thank you very much for the review. Yes, I agree, poor Minerva and her parents. Actually that's the first time I ever thought that Voldie (oh God, darlingdearheart and Palanfanaiel's nicknames are rubbing off on me) was being nice. I didn't even expect that of him and it's my story.
Evilwoman- Firstly, I'm exceedingly pleased that you reviewed my story. Secondly, I'm forever indebted to you for reviewing darlingdearhearts. My dear old chum was quite elated for a long while after you reviewed her story and when shes happy I'm happy and when shes not... I'm usually livid. Thank you very much.
Imari- Did you know there's a perfume with the same name as you? (just a thought for you) Also, as redundant as this is getting: Thank you for your review.
Leviathan Ashes- Thanks for the review. You're cool and what not.
Canarycreams- I was ecstatic to receive a review from some one as swanky (what an interesting word) as yourself. Don't bit your fingernails- sit on your hands if you're going to do that- because I think I plan on still writing very tense chapters for a while. The worst has yet to come!
Palanfanaiel- Oh Pal, don't be offended at being last on the list here- you're just too important to put at the top and I figure I'm going to write you a long note so people won't have to skim through this long thing to look for it. Anyways, that grounding thing... funny story really. Was getting whined at by the mother, that no one respects her and that I was a selfish child. Well, she fueled the angry fire of the day, and I told her, and I quote: "You're right. I don't give a damn about you- or any one else for that matter. I'm proud to be a selfish teenager. There is the occasion where I think of some one like 'darl' or maybe even one of those creepy old hags that need help crossing the street- but otherwise I enjoy being heartless." For that snide remark at the wrong moment, I landed myself in a nice long grounding in which my parents put me on Author Alert to make sure I didn't post. Fortunately I was still able to get on the computer at times and read and review other stories with out being detected. I am happy to have been reviewed by such a wonderful writer and person in general. You were very perky the other day on MSN and I'm deeply sorry if I was –in darls words- 'ever-so snarky'. Thanks for being spectacular. We need more people like you in this world where parents ground children for telling the truth.
Peace Out,
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Briellie was curled up on the bed in a small pool of blood. Her arms and legs were scratched deeply with fingernails and her neck and face had dark purple welts littering them. Her lips were swollen puffy and red. Her face was tear streaked and her eyes portrayed her broken heart.
"Oh Mum." Minerva came forward and sat on the edge of the bed, patting her mother's back uncertainly. Briellie clutched at Minerva and sobbed helplessly.
"Minnie, oh Minnie." Briellie wept, clinging to her daughter as if she was a flotation device on a perilous, storm-stricken ocean. Minerva patted her back and hugged her mother tightly, feeling despair wash over her.
"Don't cry Mum, please don't cry." Minerva softly countered her mother's loud howls. Briellie slowly let her daughter go.
"Where's your Da? Where's Albert?" she questioned, looking heart broken and terrified witlessly for her husbands sake.
"He's...They took him downstairs." Minerva stammered, unable to meet her mother's eyes. Minerva absently picked up the dainty silver brush from the nightstand and began brushing her mother's hair out. Briellie slowly calmed down and sat silently as Minerva teased the tangles out of her mother's hair. When Minerva deemed she had finished she helped her mother change into a nightgown, even though it was barely one in the after noon. She then went to the adjoining bathroom and wet a washcloth and gently dabbed the blood off her mother's arms and legs, then stripped the bed and remade it, leaving the bloody white sheets folded in the corner.
All the while Briellie stared at her with broken emotions stabbing their way across her face.
'What is Tom going to want from me?' Minerva shuddered at her own thought as she replayed the previous happenings in her mind, remembering she had promised to do anything if he stopped Grindelwald from harming her mother.
"Go to bed Mum. You look like you haven't slept." Minerva said gently, guiding her disoriented mother into bed and tucking the blankets up to her chin. Briellie clutched at the sheets and stared up at Minerva.
"He'll come back-"she started in a panicked voice, looking absolutely terrified.
"I'll watch for you Mum." Minerva assured her, sinking gratefully into the comfortable couch in front of the fire, which was magically made to forever burn and only warm a person when they desired it. Briellie watched her with a vaguely suspicious expression on her face before finally dosing off.
Minerva sat awake and stared at the flames, trying to find a course of action and drive the thoughts of worry out of her head.
'What would they do to Poppy if they brought her here- and why Alastor Moody? And Albus.' Her heart lept into her throat and her heart beat quickened for a moment at the thought of him in her captors clutches. 'Calm Minerva, calm.' She thought to herself in a desperate sort of means to compose herself. 'What can we do to get out of-' she stopped short as the door banged open and her father was shoved in.
Minerva stood up and silently moved to him as the door slammed behind him, not waking Briellie though she was generally a light sleeper. Albert looked around for a moment and stared first at his daughter who wrapped her arms around him and began to cry silently into his shoulder and then over her shoulder at his deathly pale and badly bruised wife.
"It's alright Minerva. Be strong." He told her, softly prying and pushing her away from him and back onto the couch. "Sleep for a while. You may not get any tonight." He told her as she laid down onto the couch and watched him move to the edge of the bed to Briellie.
Albert sat down lightly near her head and touched his fingertips to her neck on one of the swelled marks. Briellie jerked awake and gasped with pain and terror.
"It's alright Bri." He said softly, touching his cool fingers to her pulsing and swollen lips softly so that it did not send obvious pain ricocheting through her body. Minerva watched with a slightly jealous look in her eye, wishing for the same affection for herself from the man she loved.
"Albert." Briellie murmured, moving up to lay her head in his lap, holding tightly to one of his calloused hands with both of her soft own. "I'm so frightened. I-I don't want to see any of us hurt any more." Her voice was scarcely above a whispering wind. Albert looked down at her with a softness that didn't seem to suit his face well at all.
"I know." He told her, kissing the top of her head.
"Minnie! Where's Minnie?" Briellie jumped suddenly and seemed to be alarmed. Minerva raised her head off the armrest of the couch.
"Here Mum." She said quietly and with an indistinct bitterness in her voice at her thoughts of never being able to be held by Albus. Briellie sank back into the bed with relief.
"I was worried." She said softly and weakly as a cascade of paleness whirled over her face, giving it an ashy grey appearance. Albert looked immediately concerned. At that point in time Minerva vaguely registered in her mind that she was hungry and wanted food but ignored the feeling.
"Bri, are you tired? Do you need-"he stopped short as the door banged open again and Briellie gave a soft screech and buried her face in Albert's leg, not able to look at the door.
Tom stood in the doorway smirking maliciously at Briellie's terror. Minerva sat blot up right as he sauntered into the room and circled the couch before coming to stand in front of her.
"Come Minnie. We're going for a walk." He offered her his arm. Minerva shrank back inwardly but took his arm and stood up quietly, following him out of the room with a glance back at her parents.
Albert looked as if he was contemplating yelling out against Tom taking his daughter, and Briellie just stared on helplessly, seeming broken of spirit. Minerva felt her heart wretch as she followed Tom down the stairs while Grindelwald stormed up them, looking keen on something that made Minerva think she had a sick feeling she knew exactly what.
She walked softly down the stairs and light footed all the way till the back porch, staring out at the bright and sunny morning as Tom held open the back door for her.
~~~ Alright. I know it took a long time. But I was grounded.
Um... I'm stuck. TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HAPPEN NEXT!!
Jestana- What would I do with out you and your reviews? And your stories? I LOVE THEM! You need to write more by the way...Interesting idea the changing into a lioness thing- strange but interesting... the gears and clankin' with ideas now. I'm endlessly entertained by the fact that you review my story moments after I upload a new chapter. You're awesome.
Hermione Lyn Granger- Thank you. I'm thrilled to be reviewed so nicely.
Amberle evereve- Your name is interesting. Might I inquire as to where you have invented it? I'm glad you think her father is interesting. Thank you for the review.
Nerweniel- Thank you very much for the review. Yes, I agree, poor Minerva and her parents. Actually that's the first time I ever thought that Voldie (oh God, darlingdearheart and Palanfanaiel's nicknames are rubbing off on me) was being nice. I didn't even expect that of him and it's my story.
Evilwoman- Firstly, I'm exceedingly pleased that you reviewed my story. Secondly, I'm forever indebted to you for reviewing darlingdearhearts. My dear old chum was quite elated for a long while after you reviewed her story and when shes happy I'm happy and when shes not... I'm usually livid. Thank you very much.
Imari- Did you know there's a perfume with the same name as you? (just a thought for you) Also, as redundant as this is getting: Thank you for your review.
Leviathan Ashes- Thanks for the review. You're cool and what not.
Canarycreams- I was ecstatic to receive a review from some one as swanky (what an interesting word) as yourself. Don't bit your fingernails- sit on your hands if you're going to do that- because I think I plan on still writing very tense chapters for a while. The worst has yet to come!
Palanfanaiel- Oh Pal, don't be offended at being last on the list here- you're just too important to put at the top and I figure I'm going to write you a long note so people won't have to skim through this long thing to look for it. Anyways, that grounding thing... funny story really. Was getting whined at by the mother, that no one respects her and that I was a selfish child. Well, she fueled the angry fire of the day, and I told her, and I quote: "You're right. I don't give a damn about you- or any one else for that matter. I'm proud to be a selfish teenager. There is the occasion where I think of some one like 'darl' or maybe even one of those creepy old hags that need help crossing the street- but otherwise I enjoy being heartless." For that snide remark at the wrong moment, I landed myself in a nice long grounding in which my parents put me on Author Alert to make sure I didn't post. Fortunately I was still able to get on the computer at times and read and review other stories with out being detected. I am happy to have been reviewed by such a wonderful writer and person in general. You were very perky the other day on MSN and I'm deeply sorry if I was –in darls words- 'ever-so snarky'. Thanks for being spectacular. We need more people like you in this world where parents ground children for telling the truth.
Peace Out,
S.T.
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