Hey guys! This is a plot that took up camp in my head and Im really excited to write it out for you! I think this definetly going to end up to be a little lengthy depending how it goes, and seeing how interested y'all are!

This is going to be an AU where several plot points are different, but it should follow a mostly similar timeline.

This first chapter is going to be super short, but I just wanted to test the waters with my writing style! In the future chapters will be much longer.

As always, I don't own Harry Potter or any of these characters (besides my own).

Please feel free to give some thoughts and views! I really want to build this story together :)

Anyway please enjoy:

Fearlessly Broken

CHAPTER 1: Tread lightly, the moon is out.

Pansy shivered violently as she swept through the manor's dark halls. The clock mounted on the wall beside her chimed 11 times, making her pause to sweep her messy hair into a bun. Her bare feet treaded lightly as she walked with grace that truly only someone with her station could manage at such a young age. Some would argue that 11 was far too young to care about such things, but their world was different. Every moment of her life took place in a glass house, and she made sure to take every precaution to avoid shattering that.

Pansy stopped as her eyes flickered to the light pouring out of her family's drawing room, which was cracked only a sliver. She watched as the light casted off shadows in the hall as the light flickering inside seemed to dance with a ferocity that matched her wildly beating heart. She had come because she had sworn she had heard a glass shattering on the floor. She quickly unwrapped the blanket she had draped across her shoulders and stuffed it in the dark corner. Mother wouldn't take to her looking unpresentable even at this late hour, and you could never be sure company wasn't around. Pansy stopped to smooth her nightgown she had on and slowly approached the door.

She slowly peered around the corner of the door, well versed in the art of going noticeable when needed to. The light flickered like molten lava in Pansy's earth toned eyes as she looked in the drawing room. Her mother, Eira, was dressed in a black nightgown clutching her wrist as her hand was bleeding out over the white marbled floor. The blood dripped and pooled like a whispering rainfall on a painful night.

"What else could you possibly fucking want from me Eira" harshly whispered Pansy's father as he drunkenly stumbled away from the chaise the had been previously lounging on.

"I want you to stay away from that whore you follow around at night" whimpered Eira. Eira grimaced as she shifted her legs to cross over one another, trying to maintain the elegance she was so known for as she cradled her broken hand.

"Oh don't act like that bitch isn't the only broken whore who stumbles around here" Nicholas sniped as he harshly began to gather his papers he had been reading off of from the table strewn about with several expensive brands of wine and liquor. In his anger he knocked over the glass of red wine sitting near the edge of the table towards Eira. The wine toppled to the floor mixing with the smattering of blood, making the two liquids indistinguishable from one another.

Pansy clenched involuntarily at the sound of the crack of glass hitting the stone table and lightly hit the door with her hand. Nicholas immediately sobered at the sound and stormed over to the drawing room door throwing it open to reveal a stunned Pansy who began to tremble like a flower.

"Always trying to be elegant like her mother, and always failing" sneered Nicholas. Nicholas stepped nearer to Pansy and lowered to her height. Pansy could smell the expensive liquor on her Father's breath as she dug her nails into her palms to keep from reacting. Reacting was always worse. It was far better to be a stone statue than a ceramic breakable doll in Pansy's mind.

Nicholas grabbed Pansy by the chin pulling her gaze which had lingered on her Mother's blank stare toward the opposite wall, to his cold gray eyes. Nicholas looked at her for a moment and barked, "maybe you'll grow to be less of whore than she is too". Nicholas dropped his hand from Pansy's jaw and roughly shoved her out of the way as he roughly stumbled down the corridor, rounding the corner out of sight.

Pansy unclenched her fingers from her palms, deep red crescents having formed. She slowly crossed the marble floor to look at her mother's stone frozen face. Pansy began to open her mouth but slowly shut her jaw as her mother held up her undamaged hand.

"Pansy go get my medicine from my bedroom cabinet" Eira murmured as she picked a sharp shard of glass from her palm. Eira held up the elongated jagged piece in the light. The blood glistened on it almost like the stained glass windows the Parkinsons had in their library.

"Yes mother" murmured Pansy in reply. Pansy turned on her heel and gracefully strode out of the room. Turning to close the drawing room door behind her, her mother deserved at least one moment of privacy. Pansy stole a look at the blanket she had stashed in the corner. She turned away in indifference, there was no warmth left in this house anyway.