Warning: This story contains violence, sexual abuse, strong language, and steamy scenes. Please read with caution.
I am not J.K.Rowling, I do not own the Harry Potter/Wizarding World.
I will try to release a new chapter once a week.
Thank you for reading :)
~3:30am~
Laying on top of luxurious silk sheets and underneath countless layers of fur and down-feather blankets, Narcissa Black should have been resting in the utmost comfort and tranquility while in her childhood bedroom. Unfortunately, this was not the case — it never had been. Having just returned from finishing up her last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry the previous day, pure terror was the only thing that could describe her current disposition.
She was still dressed in her daywear. The layers upon layers of frilly petticoats and silky slips that resided under her dress gave her a sense of safety. Her clothing would serve as a buffer, giving her more time to escape if necessary.
With her eyes wide open with fear, and the blankets pulled up to her nose, she stared blankly at the vanity table across from her bed. A beautiful music box, gifted to her by her boyfriend, sat prettily as the moonlight coming through her substantial floor to ceiling window caused the jewels to twinkle as beautifully as the shining stars in the sky.
For a moment…for one singular moment, she felt a modicum of comfort, only for that moment to be spoiled by a bright light coming from underneath her bedroom door. She thought it to be the Lumos charm. Soon after spotting the light, the sound of footsteps faded into range. Narcissa sat up immediately, reaching a hand under her pillow to ensure that her wand was still there. Involuntarily, her breathing picked up as her heart began to beat so hard and fast that she briefly prayed that she'd die of a heart-attack. That would be seen by her as a mercy gifted from the heavens compared to what she might be forced to endure within the next few moments.
Her breath hitched as the shadows of two large feet were visible from under the door, the white light only enhancing the feeling of terror she felt in the pit of her stomach. Her mind was telling her to grab her wand and cast with no mercy. But her body…her body was frozen, unable to react as she kept her eyes locked on the shadows on the floor. The person behind that tall mahogany wood door did not have her best interest at heart, they had their own.
The glow extinguished, confusing the girl in her bed before the sound of a whirl and pop told her that the unwelcome guest had apparated away, but to where? Not a second later…the answer to that question would reveal itself.
Before she could turn to her left at the sound of someone appearing in her room, a large hand grabbed hold of her neck, throwing her back onto her pillow while the other quickly covered her mouth.
"You're mine now, little girl."
Narcissa did her best to scream against his palm to no avail. Her blue eyes went wide, her long blonde hair fanned out underneath her head as she did everything she could to fight against his strength. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, her teeth sinking into the edge of his palm. She bit down — hard. The man grunted in pain as he momentarily took his weight off of her to cradle his wounded hand with his other.
Narcissa grabbed her wand from beneath her pillow, surprised to see that it wasn't broken from the brute force that the man had applied when throwing her down onto the bed. Just before she was able to fully hop off of her grand bedding — the man lunged forward, grabbing a fist full of her hair and yanking her back down to where she once was. He grabbed her wand and threw it across the room. The sound of the ebony wood landing on the hardwood flooring let her know that she was now left without her magic to protect her.
"Papa, Please! Please don't do this!"
Narcissa's voice sounded choked.
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at her father. The crazed and lustful look in Cygnus Black's deep brown eyes scared the daylights out of her, despite seeing this expression on him countless times before. She had always managed to evade his advances while growing up. Little Narcissa would bring her toys around to lesser traversed parts of the house, knowing that hardly anyone would assume her to be there. She would drag her doll's feet across the dust-laden floor of the darkest corner of the attic or the counter tops within the enormous kitchen while the elves would prepare the family's meals. He'd never look for her there, and certainly wouldn't try anything while others were around. But now, with her mother long dead and both her sisters moved out and on with their lives, she was left all alone with her father in their family's massive ancestral manor.
While most of the wizards in the noble pureblooded community lacked in the strength department, Cygnus Black did not deal with such issues. His stature was immense, towering over most men that he came in contact with. His strong and burly build made most wizards cower in his presence, and also made it impossible for his prey to escape his clutches.
Cygnus grabbed onto the white lacy fabric of her fichu and tore it away from the bodice of her dress, exposing her ample cleavage to him. Narcissa sobbed loudly as she continued to writhe underneath her father, a devilish smile creeping it's way onto his face. He was clearly enjoying her agony.
"Look at you," Cygnus purred in a wicked tone. "So beautiful. I cannot wait to see the heir that you and I produce."
He looked deranged. He looked like a monster. His hand began to wander, slipping between the layers of tulle, bobbinet and silk that provided Narcissa's tea-length dress with ample volume. Cygnus leaned down, attempting to capture Narcissa's lips with his own while he used one hand to begin unbuttoning his shirt. His rough goatee scratched her delicate flesh as his face rubbed up against her's. Narcissa narrowed her eyes with hatred before colliding her forehead against his. Cygnus let go of her briefly, giving her time to grab a framed picture of herself and her two sisters. Without hesitation, Narcissa smashed the picture into his face, resulting in him bringing his hands up to his face as he moaned and cursed from the pain.
"Argh! You little bitch!"
Narcissa's jumped out of bed successfully this time, racing to the floor where her wand had been thrown before throwing open her bedroom door and racing down the hall as fast as her feet could carry her. The skirt of her powder-blue dress swished around her calves as she frantically sprinted down the corridors. A few turns and stairways later, she made it to a room with a desk and a few wardrobe style cabinets. She spotted the one that housed the thing she needed and drew open the doors. Narcissa grabbed a clear, empty vile before stopping in the doorway that led out of the room. She listened for anything — foot steps, yelling…anything that would give her a clue as to where her attacker was.
"You can't hide from me forever, little girl!" Cygnus bellowed angrily from somewhere within the massive estate that was Black manor. "You will birth an heir for me!"
With her whole body trembling, Narcissa knew better than to make an attempt for the front door, fearing that her father would catch her before she could make her escape. She turned around, gazing around the room that she currently found herself in.
The window.
She quietly made her way over to the large window and drew open the curtains, looking out to see how far down the ground was. She was on the second story of the house. If only she was able to apparate, that was a lesson that she failed miserably in school.
Narcissa carefully pulled open the window and put one leg over. She was shoeless, the only article covering her feet being her white thigh-high stockings. She looked down below, examining just where she would land if she decided to jump — there was nothing but soft grass below.
"Come now, 'Cissy." Cygnus taunted, his voice sounding nearer than before. "Daddy will be gentle with you, I promise."
His words made her feel physically ill.
With a deep breath, she put her other leg over the windowsill and pushed herself off. She landed hard, her whole body broke her fall due to her forgetting to cast the proper charm in time to prevent the harsh impact. Narcissa attempted not to make too much noise, bitting back her screams as she delicately placed her hand on her injured ankle. Even her soft touch caused the area unbearable pain.
Please don't let it be broken.
Narcissa looked around the area that she had landed, spotting her wand laying in the grass not far from her. She breathed a sigh of relief, originally thinking that she had accidentally left it in the room that she had just fallen from. Grabbing her wand, she stowed it into her dress' hidden pocket before trying to stand. She stumbled a bit while making it to her feet, forcing down her cries of agony as she began to run.
Despite the pain throbbing through he ankle, she raced down a stone path past beautiful, newly bloomed flowers and amazingly sculpted statues and fountains. She spotted the edge of the property, a large lushly green hedge that surrounded the estate and garden with a trimmed archway that led to her freedom.
The sound of her father's roaring voice could be heard faintly as she approached the border of the garden. She could hear him over-turning furniture and smashing vases in anger.
"Where are you!" Cygnus' boomed from inside the house.
With her heart hammering in her chest, Narcissa didn't even bother looking back. She had completely forgotten about the pain within her ankle, as well. Adrenaline really does do wonders when you need it to. The amount of euphoria she felt when she finally passed under the leafy archway was unlike anything she'd felt before, but she kept on running. She didn't know where she was going beyond this point, but she knew where she needed to be by morning — Diagon Alley.
Narcissa wasn't sure how, but she was still running. She looked around at her surroundings. There were nothing but tall trees all around her while her feet ran through twigs and dirt.
She was in the woods now.
Her once beautiful dress was slashed and torn from branches brushing up against and poking into it constantly. Still, she kept running. Despite how dark it was, she didn't dare cast Lumos to aid her. The fear of the light giving her location away to her father was much to great. The night sky served as a map that guided her in the right direction, Narcissa knew Diagon Alley was south of her family's home. The Black family had always been obsessed with the cosmos, Narcissa would study the constellations with her sisters all the time, taking turns with the telescope while the other two would draw what they remember seeing through it.
Had she been given a fairer chance, Narcissa could have taken the floo network directly to her destination, but to risk being intercepted by her father was much to great of a risk. Currently, her only hope was to run until she made it to the nearby wizarding village that she would frequent when she was a little girl.
Minutes turned to hours, and soon she found herself sitting in the ground and resting her back up against a rock. Her pureblooded ancestors would be rolling in their graves to know that a lady from the noble and most ancient house of Black was sitting on the forest floor, dirty and disheveled from trekking through the woods and nearby fields.
Deciding that she had been through enough with this corset, she unlaced the back of her dress and unfastened the tightly laced garment. She slid the corset out from under her dress before shrinking it and stuffing it into her pocket. Thankfully her dress still laced right back up as normal, Narcissa was already quite trim and shapely without the help of a waist-cinching garment.
Narcissa wanted so badly to just drift off into a peaceful slumber right where she currently sat, but with the sun rising soon, and Diagon Alley opening for business soon after that, she knew she need to get there before her father.
After giving herself some time to recuperate, she stood up and began walking once more. Her shoeless feet ached. Had she known about her mandatory escape before hand, she would have thrown on a pair of her school uniform shoes before going to bed last night — the only flats she owned. Narcissa pined for Lucius, wishing she could apparate herself into his bed and cuddle into his chest while he held her safely within his strong arms.
Maybe twenty or so minutes later, after cresting a grassy hill, hope filled the young witch's heart as her eyes were met with the sight of faint village lights. She swallowed thickly, her throat dry and scratchy from a lack of water and constant deep breaths from running for so long. Joy overtook Narcissa as she ran down the hill and into the village. A dirt path marked the beginning of the village limits. Most of the dilapidated buildings were dark, the lack of light in their windows suggesting that the residents were either asleep or vacant. There was one though, at the end of the dirt road. It appeared to be a pub of sorts, this was impression given the small silhouettes of people that seemed to be sitting down with mugs in their hands. Narcissa began running toward the light, every so often a larger pebble on the dirt road jabbed into her foot painfully, but she didn't care. The village was silent, as it should be at this time.
"Hey there, Sweetheart," a strange man's voice called to her. "How much for an hour with you in my hotel room?"
Narcissa looked to her left to see a man standing in the shadows near a building. Just a filthy bloke looking for some 'paid entertainment'.
She ignored his crude offer, focusing on the building ahead.
Narcissa practically barged into the pub, rewarding her with confused glances from the few patrons that were enjoying their alcoholic beverages. The warm, lantern-lit pub was somewhat calm to her, considering the house of horrors that she had just escaped from. The smell of strong booze and cheap cologne filled the air, causing her to wrinkle her nose. Narcissa immediately began surveying the space for a fireplace, spotting one near the bar-top at the back of the room. She approached the counter top in a haste, her eyes darting back and fourth for any sign of an employee. Impatient, Narcissa began knocking loudly on the counter top, her knuckles taking a beating as she rapidly banged them against the oak surface.
"Hello?! Anybody?! Please, I—I need help!"
A man appeared from around the corner, presumably from the kitchen area. Nonchalance coated his while he held a mug in his hand that he was wiping down with a cloth. His face immediately became concerned once he looked upon the distressed girl.
"Are you alright, Miss?"
Somehow, his question plucked just the right nerve within her. She was exhausted, terrified, and starving. Narcissa's frightened blue eyes began shedding an uncontrollable amount of tears.
"I—I need t—to get to D—Diagon Alley. Can you h—help me?"
The man gave her a very worried look. He set down the mug and stared at her, examining her appearance.
"Miss, if you're in trouble, I can help you. I can summon an auror for you."
Narcissa shook her head as she brush a tear from her flushed cheek. "I h—have to get to Gringott's as soon as they open. It's u—urgent."
The bartender paused for a moment before nodding.
"Of course, Miss. I have some floo powder in the back. I'll just fetch it for you quickly."
Narcissa responded with a rapid staccato nod as she nervously watched the door to the pub, fearing her father could come bursting in at any moment. The bartender came back to her in a rush as he handed her the burlap pouch of floo powder and a small plate of bread and butter. She graciously accepted it into her delicate hands before giving the kind man a serious look.
"If anyone comes here asking about me or where I've gone, you mustn't tell them anything — lie even. Tell them I went somewhere else. Please, I'm begging you."
The man looked confused and even more worried about her her well-being while the girl began sinking her teeth into the food he provided for her.
"Miss, are you running away from somewhere?"
Narcissa nodded.
"Is someone after you?"
She nodded once more.
The man gave an understanding look before gesturing toward the fireplace. "In that case, you have my word. Please be safe out there, Miss."
This level of kindness from a complete stranger was new to her. In this moment, she could have cared less weather this wizard was pure or not, she held an immense level of gratitude toward him.
She walked over to the fireplace wit the pouch, opening it and grabbing hold of some of the ashy powder into her hand. She straightened herself out and spoke clearly and as calmly as she could.
"Diagon Alley."
Just as she was about to throw the powder onto the ground, Cygnus came raging threw the door of the pub, looking angry as hell. His glare met the bartender before shifting to his daughter. Before anyone had time to react, the floo powder hit the ground, engulfing Narcissa in emerald green flames.
When the flames ceased, she found herself in the heart of the main street of the most popular shopping district in all of wizarding England. Her head snapped toward the end of the bricked street, delighted to see some form of faint light coming from the windows of Gringott's bank.
Narcissa took a step out into the street. The early sunrise casted down onto her, making her recoil into the shadows. She wanted to stay hidden as much as possible.
Running down the shaded part of the street, she could feel her freedom nearing as she approached Gringott's. When she came to the immense double doors of the bank, she banged as loud as her fists possibly could. I took too long before one of the goblins finally answered her. One of the doors cracked open, a goblin's long nose and pudgy face peeking out to see just who was delivering such rough knocks.
"Are you open?" Narcissa asked in the sweetest voice she could summon at a time like this.
The goblin hesitated, squinting at the witch scrutinizingly. "Yes, Miss. We open right now, actually."
Narcissa grinned pleasantly, attempting to apply her lady-like upbringing to the situation. She held her hands together down in front of her in a polite stance. "Wonderful. I would like to make a withdrawal, please."
The goblin just stared at her with an unchanging expression. "Are you with Identification?"
Narcissa's first instinct was to turn her nose up at the goblin arrogantly. "I'm miss Black, Narcissa Black — surely you must know who I am, yes?"
The goblin nodded, judging that it truly was her based on her distinct haughty attitude. "Indeed, miss Black. Right this way."
Narcissa looked over her shoulder, ensuring that her father wasn't pursing her before she slipped into the building.
Being let into her vault, Narcissa immediately began filling the large sack provided by the goblin full of golden galleons. She seemed manic as she shoveled as much money from the gigantic pile of galleons into the sack as he could physically carry. Once her limit had been reached, she threw the sack over her shoulders as the goblin brought her back up to the surface and escorted her out of the bank.
With the coast being clear, and the alley still being somewhat quiet and desolate from the shoppes just begging to open, Narcissa scurried along and into Madam Malkin's robe shop. She timidly looked around the space, fine robes and dresses hung from golden racks while the tall, plum-colored walls held shelves of accessories.
Narcissa rang the bell at the front counter frantically. The shoppe keeper walked out from her back room to greet her first customer of the day, only to be horrified at what stood before her.
"N—Narcissa?"
The witch approached the shoppe keeper with a look of utter embarrassment in her face. There she was — pretty blue dress all torn up and dirtied, holding a large burlap sack of loose galleons over her shoulder.
"Merlin's beard, What's happened to you?!"
Narcissa sighed, allowing the heavy sack of coins to fall to the ground behind her as she too fell to her knees and wept. Madam Malkin quickly rushed over to comfort the sobbing witch.
"I—I can't say…but…are you able to mend my dress, by chance?" Narcissa asked as she held out her arms to give the shoppe keeper a better view of the damage.
"Of course, dear," Malkin replied, "But, you must tell me what happened to you. Does your father know where you are?"
Narcissa's face paled in fear, she almost looked like she was going to vomit. "No! And he mustn't!"
The old woman's kind eyes gazed into Narcissa's with concern. The young witch's voice sounded dry and unrested. It seemed that Madam Malkin recognized something about her demeanor. The reddish-purple strangulation mark on her slender neck, the shredded fichu fabric hanging from her exposed chest, the way she was holding her legs together — locked and shaking. The shoppe keeper threw out any further questions, focusing on what was asked of her.
"Come," Malkin said as she helped Narcissa to her feet. "Let's get you fixed up."
Narcissa was out in front of a large mirror, desperately trying to quit trembling so that she could be still while the shoppe keeper worked on her dress. The fear of her father storming into the shop, grabbing her and apparating her back to the manor was just to immense for her to stop shaking.
Malkin withdrew her wand, using Evanesco to vanish the stains from her clothing while Narcissa began picking the remnants of leaves and twigs from her hair. With an enchanted needle and thread, Malkin expertly sutured every last tear and hole within the dress and stockings, leaving it looking as good as new in a matter of minutes.
She began to silently wince as the absence of adrenaline returned the pain to her ankle. Maybe she could take a trip to St. Mungo's and have it looked at once her safety was assured.
A soft chirp in the corner of the room made Narcissa looked to her right. A caged tawny owl perched itself regally, looking at the two ladies from afar.
"Pretty bird."
The kneed Malkin glanced up and then over to the owl in question. "Ah, thank you dear. He'll be my fourth one — just got him last week."
Guilt began to wreak havoc on Narcissa's brain. She had left her darling owl in it's cage back at the manor. Who knows if her father would do something awful to the poor thing out of spite. The shoppe keeper stood up, finished with the task. She placed a calm hand on Narcissa's shoulder. It felt nice to feel the touch of someone that wasn't trying to assault you.
"Stay here as long as you'd like, dear. You do look quite famished though. Maybe a trip to the leaky cauldron for some nourishment would do you well? I'd be happy to find someone who could escort you there and back here once you're finished eating."
It was now that Narcissa realized that she didn't have a plan for after making her rounds to the necessary shoppes within the alley. Where would she go now?
The first name that sprung to mind was Lucius Malfoy. Just thinking of the name alone allowed a sense of safety to temporarily wash over her. Lucius was a tall and strapping young wizard, easily able to take her father down — even without his magic to aid him. But Lucius' father — Abraxas Malfoy, most likely wouldn't approve of her staying with them considering the had yet to publicly announce their relationship status. Lucius was still fighting his father against the betrothal arrangements between him and Narcissa's least favorite cousin. Not even her own father knew about her involvement with the Malfoy heir. Her dream of running into Lucius' strong arms would have to remain just that for the time being — a dream.
Lestrange manor was out of the question, as well. With Bella and her husband being foot servants to the dark lord, it's no fought that they would try to force her to join the death-eaters as well. If she failed to comply, they could simply refuse her refuge and return her to Cygnus out of spite.
There was an extremely limited number of people suitable to confide in. If only her mother were still alive, she'd knew what to do.
There was one. One person that had no ties left the pureblooded community. One that her father wouldn't be caught dead conversing with or conversing about. One that Narcissa had missed desperately. Someone that knew of the struggles she had faced all her life.
Andromeda.
"May I use your owl to deliver a message?"
Madam Malkin nodded gently with subtle grin. "Of course, dear. I'll go get you a quill and parchment."
The moment the supplies were handed to her, Narcissa began to write immediately. She tried her best to keep a steady hand so as to keep her writing legible. She kept the letter short, not wanting to drown on too much about things that didn't matter in this moment.
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Andromeda
I know it must feel strange hearing from me given everything that has transpired between you and the rest of the family, but please hear me when I say that I need you.
It's father. He's gone mental. I need you. I need your help. Please.
—Narcissa
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