Chapter Three
Genevieve wished she had her cat with her at least. Lucius had taken Scruffy from her many years ago, when Voldemorte had killed their mother and father. Genevieve was ashamed to call Lucius her master, having been kept as a house servant, having to do the work of their missing house elf, since the death of her parents. She was the last of the remaining Ravenclaws. It was up to her to make sure that the family live on.
Lucius had promised her to Draco, his only son, saying that the day of her seventeenth, when she came of age, birthday Draco would be allowed to do what he liked with her. It was the eve of just that day that she had escaped to the Forbiddwn Forest and though she would not marry Draco, things were still looking unfortunate.
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Genevieve remembered the day she had been told she would marry Draco quite succinctly. She had been fifteen, two years her parents had been dead, and she was slavic. Meanwhile Lucius, his long, poker-straight, gorgeous blonde hair falling at his shoulders, lounged against a stall with folded arms, watching her critically. Genevieve wearing plain white cotton, brushed Silver, the sweet manginficent horse that had once been her own.
"You're very lucky, you know," Lucius said, almost to himself. None of the dust from the stable touched him. It floated around him but none of it fell upon his perfectly black clothing.
"Oh really?" she asked. "I never noticed."
"We've only been the kindest," he said, voice slow and clean. "We've offered you so many opportunities. Draco, in fact, dear that he is, wishes to save you."
"Save me how?" she demanded angrily.
"He wants to marry you. And I said yes." was Lucius's response.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Genevieve cried, and fainted in distress. Despite his stunning good looks, Draco would treat her as badly as Lucius and she knew there was no way she could escape him.
She remembered only part of the dream that follow. She gazed back over the fields, her hair blowing in front of her face as she stared out to a different wood in the distance, waiting for something. Suddenly a vision of her mother as she had last seen her appeared, only her mother was wearing white and had beautiful gleaming wings.
"I will protect you child. You are much stronger than them. Purer blood flows in you veins. You will escape some day."
"But mama! I am…"
"Hush dear. You are smart and brave and this is not your fate." Her mother reached out and put her arms around her and out of happiness and fear Genevieve did something she hadn't done in a while.
She cried.
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