Out of the Blue
Chapter 13 – Errors of my ways.
DISCLAIMER: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, and Harry Potter to J.K. Rowling. I don't own anything…
RATING: PG-13 (T) to R (M) - violence, language, angst, horror, mild sexual interactions, etc. If you can watch BTVS/AtS and read HP, I doubt you'll have any problem with this story.
TIMELINE: Takes place after season two in BTVS, and during the marauders last year at Hogwarts.
SUMMARY: BTVS/HP crossover. Life sucked for Buffy Summers. After taking her refuge to LA, she had hoped she would finally have some of that peace the Hellmouth couldn't provide. She should have known she was hoping for the impossible. When she gets propelled into another dimension, her life changes forever - but is it for the better or for worse?
CENTRAL PAIRING: Buffy/Remus
OTHER PAIRINGS: James/Lily, Sirius/OC
Special Thanks to: My Beta - CharmedChick
When Eliza woke up, she felt really disoriented. Where was she? The ceiling she stared up on was unfamiliar, and the bed didn't feel anything like the one in Beauxbatons. As she sat up and looked around, she saw two other girls asleep in the other two beds.
She frowned. Those were not Claire and Audrey, that was for sure. Suddenly, it all came back to her. Hogwarts. She was at Hogwarts, England. Not France. Not Beauxbatons. Hogwarts. In Gryffindor.
She sighed, and decided to dress before the others woke up. What she didn't know was that Buffy had woken up (light sleeper and all) while she roamed through her trunk for some clean robes. Eliza had her back turned, and when she pulled of her T-shirt, Buffy could clearly see a long scar on her back, not yet fully healed. She gasped in surprise, and Eliza turned around, and hastily grabbed her robes and held them against her as to cover herself. Buffy had a feeling the scar on her back was not the only one.
"You're awake?" Eliza sounded panicked.
"Yup," Buffy said, and walked towards her own trunk.
"How did you get that scar?" She asked, in what she hoped was a casual voice, but she wasn't able to hide her curiosity completely.
"That's none of your business," Eliza snapped, and regretted it as soon as the words had left her mouth.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."
"No, it's okay. I shouldn't have asked. Just looked nasty, that's all."
"Oh. Well, I...I fell," Eliza lied.
"You fell?" Buffy raised her eyebrows.
"Uh-hu. On some cliffs. During my summer vacation."
"Oh," Buffy didn't believe her, but let it be. She knew some secrets were best left alone.
"Morning," Lily yawned.
"Morning!" Buffy answered, and Eliza mumbled something,before disappearing into the bathroom, not really wanting to show Lily her scar too- it was bad enough Buffy had seen it.
Once inside, she placed herself in front of the mirror, watching herself.
"You look horrible!"The mirror exclaimed.
"Shut up," Eliza muttered.
"No use hiding!" The mirror continued, but Eliza ignored it, and went into the shower, hoping the water would wash away all her memories, once and for all...
The eleven year old girl was sitting in a chair, in front of her father, who was reading the morning paper.
"I don't want you to get any ideas at Beauxbatons, Eliza. I would have had you tutored at home, but it's good for you to socialize with other children."
"Yes, father..."
The man hit his fist on the table, and the girl watched him fearfully.
"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU? YOU'RE GOING TO REFER TO ME AS 'SIR!'"
"Yes, sir..." she whispered.
"I didn't hear you?"
"Yes, sir."
"Louder!"
"Yes, sir!"
SLAP.
The girl watched her father, eyes widened, her hand on her now red cheek.
"Do you think you're funny? Do you? Answer me!"
"N-no, sir..."
"Then don't be so cheeky! Go up to your room!"
The girl ran.
I-I-I-
The twelve year old girl ran into her home, waving with her grades for the term. She was so proud - even her teachers had thought she'd done really well. Her mother took a look at them, and the girl smiled.
"This is really good, honey."
The man snapped them out of her hand, and scanned through them quickly.
"These grades are far from good enough! Only an 'Acceptable' in Ancient Runes! How do you think you're going to get anywhere in life! You think your school time is a bloody semester! You're a disgrace to your name!"
"But..."
"You are to speak only when I tell you to!"
"Yes, sir..." The girl said, watching her father fearfully.
"I think I need to teach you a lesson. I'm sending you away to a friend of mine this summer, and he is going to teach you the error of your ways. Now get out of my sight!"
The girl scurried up to her room, crying.
I-I-I-
"Hello, Miss de Mort. We are going to have a nice summer this year, just like last year, aren't we?"
"Yes, mister..." The fourteen year old girl said. A nice summer. Like the year
before that. And before that.
"Excellent. Mr. de Mort- I will see you at the end of the summer."
The man, Mr. Wilkes, or something, turned towards her.
"Are you hungry?"
The girl was surprised. The man had never asked her that before. Truth was,
the girl was starving. During the first two weeks of her summer vacation,
she'd had barely anything to eat.
"Y-yes mister."
SLAP.
"I ask you again: Are you hungry?"
"N-no..."
SLAP.
"'No' what?"
"No, mister..."
"Good." He watched for a few moments.
"You can turn into something great, Eliza," he then said.
"If you let me teach you. Will you let me teach you?"
"Y-yes, mister..."
"Good...very good. Your father will be proud." The girl swallowed. Yes...her father would be proud. Finally.
I-I-I-
"HAVE I TAUGHT YOU NOTHING?"
"Father, ple - "
" - HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU? YOU ARE TO ADDRESS ME AS 'SIR'!"
"Yes, sir..."
"Sixteen years, Eliza. It has been sixteen years! For sixteen years, I have raised you, and fed you, and still, this is how you repay me! By befriending that half-blood! You know what I think of that sort! That is not how you were raised!"
"Sir, Belle is not..."
"SILENCE!"
The man looked at Eliza, soon to be starting her seventh year at Beauxbatons.
"I have been very lenient with you, this far, Eliza. Part of that because of your age. But you are soon turning seventeen, and you need to be taught a true lesson, and since words don't seem to help, I have to use something else instead."
He grabbed her roughlyby the arm, and yanked her down towards the basement and slammed her against the wall. Hard. The girl, soon to be a woman, whimpered in pain.
The man took something out of his robe pocket, and the girl stared fearfully at the long knife. The man...her father...no, he could not be her father, he could not...could he? Then he took his wand, and the girl found herself hanging from the ceiling, in chains.
The man picked up something else - a whip. He slammed it against the floor, and the sound echoed in the girls ears. It sounded like gunshots.
"This should finally teach you a lesson," The man said, and watched his daughter, hanging their trembling.
WHAM!
The whip made it first contact with her back, and the girl screamed.
WHAM!
Another. Pain. So much pain. Hurt. Stop it. Please.
WHAM!
Hurt. Stop it. Please. I'll do anything.
WHAM!
Let me die. Please.
WHAM!
Please...
The man walked up to her, and took her face roughly between his hands.
"Have you learned your lesson yet?"
He took the knife, and the girl gasped as the sharp blade made contact with her sensitive belly.
Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Was that her blood?
Another cut. Red. Wet. Dripping. Dropping.
A third cut. So tired. Let me sleep.
The chains were suddenly gone, and the girl fell down in a bloody heap at the dirty floor.
The man spat at her, kicked her.
"That should teach you. Now, Eliza, I want you to think clearly of your errors. When you have finished school, you are going to be ready to join the right crowd."
Right crowd? Wrong crowd.
"You know of whom I speak."
You-know-who?
"You, my child, are finally going to live up to your family name."
Family? Not my family.
"You and I are going to stand side by side."
Side by side? I'm not on your side.
"Think about it, Eliza. The decision you make today, will be your future. Make the right choice."
Decision? Future? Choice? My choice.
"See the errors of your ways, and I can finally be proud of you."
Errors? Proud? You will never be proud
"I will collect you tomorrow morning to take you to the hospital."
Morning? Hospital? So much blood...
"If anyone asks, you fell down a cliff, by accident."
Cliff? Accident? No. Whip. Knife. No cliff. No accident. You did it.
"You won't go back to Beauxbatons, Eliza. You will have a private tutor, and he will teach you what is right."
Tutor? Right? So wrong. So tired. Blackness.
I-I-I-
"...You are telling me, this girl, got all these wounds by falling down a cliff!"
Voices. Speaking.
"That is exactly what I'm saying."
Father. No. Not father. Monster.
"This wound on her stomach can not have been gained by falling down a cliff!"
That's right. No cliff. Knife.
"...I said it was a cliff. Now, do your work!"
I-I-I-
"Miss de Mort. I would like to have a word with you, please?"
Please don't hurt me again. I'll be good.
"What really happened to you?"
Knife. Whip. Chains. Monster.
"I-I fell down a cliff."
Liar.
"...I see...the nurse informed me you have been badly cut on your stomach. How did that happen?"
"A-accident."
No accident. Monster. Basement.
"Miss de Mort. Is there anything you'd like to tell me?"
Yes.
"No."
I-I-I-
The girl stood in the doorway. She had just been released from the hospital. The floor was covered in blood. So much blood...
"Mother!" The girl was in shock, her eyes widened in fear.
"Eliza, RUN!" The woman, her mother, screamed from the floor.
Hurt. Pain. So much blood.
The man turned to look at her.
"Your mother did not do what I told her to, Eliza. You know what happens if you don't do what I tell you."
Mother. Blood. Monster. Pain.
"Eliza, go AWAY!" Her mother screamed.
Blood. So much blood. Pain. Father...monster. Errors of my ways. No...errors of your ways. I'm not a monster. I'm not like you.
"SHUT UP!" the man screamed, and turned his eyes to her mother once again.
Kicking. Hitting. Beating.
"Eliza, this is your chance to finally bring honor to me. No longer a disgrace to us. I want you to make Him be proud of you...of the way I've raised you...of the way of your name."
Father. Honor. You're not my father. Disgrace. You are. Ways of my name? So wrong...
"...Show me I taught you something that night. Show me you are someone I can be proud of."
Basement. Cold. Chains. Knife. Whip. Blood. Scars. Proud? I hate you.
"Eliza, RU-"
The man, who'd grown tired of his screaming wife, lifted his wand.
"...AVADA KEDAVRA!"
The woman, her mother, went limp, and said no more. The girl stared at the man...her monster. Too shocked to move.
"Now listen carefully, Eliza. Tonight, there was an attack at our home. We where not here when it happened. Your mother was killed."
Attack? No attack. You did it.
"I was not involved. You saw nothing. We've been out for a walk."
I saw everything. You killed her.
The girl watched the man in a new light. She could finally see the errors of her ways.
"...I understand now, father."
Disgrace. Monster. Murderer. So wrong.
She lifted her wand, and stunned the man she'd grown to hate as a monster. He was not prepared, and he fell down in the blood the girl knew was her mothers. She turned around. And ran. She didn't look back.
"...Eliza!"
Eliza snapped out of her thoughts.
"Are you going to stand in the shower all day? Classes starts in ten minutes!"
"...I-I'm coming!"
Eliza stepped out of the shower, shaking. She dried her hair, and got dressed.
"...Much better, dear," the mirror said.
Yes, 'father'. I finally saw the errors of my ways. And that was ever calling you my father.
You are not my father. You are a monster. A disgrace. Murderer. You will pay for what you did. I will make you pay.
A/N: I hope you liked! Until next chap, REVIEWREVIEWREVIEW!
/Ida
