Author's Note: Thank you for reading, I would also like to share a friendly reminder that this story is a tragedy, but I've been thinking about writing an alternative ending to this, let me know if that would be something you'd like.
"Excuse me! Excuse me!" Nymphadora was banging on her padded door with her shoulder while her arms were being restricted from the straightjacket. "Anybody! I need to use the toilet, hello!"
Nymphadora was squeezing her legs together and looked panicked "Hello, please someone… umm I-I need to use the toilet." She sounded like a small frightened child.
She paced around the wall and tried to hold in it in, she had been left in her room for hours, ever since she was dropped off in her room after her shock therapy, no one had come to check on her nor did anyone care. "Hello anyone there, please I need to use the toilet." Nymph walked to the center of her cell, she was crying as she spread her legs and began to pee on the floor of her cell. She was shaking as she relieved herself. "I'm sorry, I had an accident, I didn't mean it…" She went to a corner and sat down on the floor and cried hard, her lip was wobbling snot was running from her nose and onto her already dirty straight jacket.
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Alexandrea made it back to the auror department. She didn't feel right leaving Nymphadora there, the place was an actual hell hole and she wanted her to get the help she needed, but she also wanted to comfort her.
Alexandrea went into the auror locker room and sat down on the bench by her locker, she couldn't take it anymore and just let the floodgates break and cried her heart out. She felt awful, she couldn't believe what Nymph was going through and what she went through.
Someone was entering the room. Alexandrea quickly sniffled and wiped the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Hey Alexandrea." It was Betty who had came in, she was one of the few Alexandrea actually liked in her department.
Alexandrea cleared her throat, "H-hey, I told you to call me Finch" She got up from the bench and went over to the sinks and turned the tap. Cool water filled her cupped hands, she splashed the refreshing water against her face cooling the red blotches on her face and her swollen eyes.
"Why it's such a pretty name" Betty teased with a small smile on her face. Alexandrea just rolled her eyes. She didn't like being called by her first name, she was named after her grandmother who was a huge beauty queen, every wizard in europe wanted her, they were all drawn towards her beauty. When Alexandrea was born she was named after her grandmother, everyone thought she was going to be as beautiful as the woman whom she was named after and she was, but Alexandrea soon found out that when you are beautiful people tend to underestimate you and treat you like a dainty flower. She doesn't like being called Alexandrea because it was a constant reminder of who she was named after and why, she didn't just want to be known by her beauty so she asked people to call her by her last name and even casted a concealment charm to try and dull down her jaw dropping beauty.
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"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Pain, all there was, was pain. All she knew was pain, in this moment her whole world was pain.
"You little bitch." Someone yelled from above. There was the sound of a loud whip being cracked against flesh, there was a mixture of sobs, screams and plea's.
"Mummy help me!" More cracks of the leathered whip. "Please Mummy help me!" More screams of pain. "Mummy make it stop!" More laughter from the voice standing over her.
"Your mum isn't coming for you! Haha, She hates you" Crack! "She wants you dead!" Crack! "No one loves you!" Crack! "They all want you to die here!" Crack!
Nymphadora was laying on the floor, striped of all clothing and on her stomach as her back was being torn by the leather whip one of the male nurses was using on her. Blood streamed down her back like rain drops going down a glass window.
She was being punished for her accident on the floor. When one of the male nurses came into her cell to check up on her, the odor of urine hit his nostrils and found that there was a big puddle of it in the middle of the cell. As he looked around he saw Nymph asleep in a corner of the room, her eyes were puffy from crying and dried mucus was on her straight jacket and face.
The male nurse walked up to Nymphadora, his face curled with disgust. He kicked her, "Get up" His voice was rough and cruel.
"Ompf." Nymph groaned as the man's shoe connected with her back. "Please mummy five more minutes." Her voice was full of sleep and sounded like a small child's.
This made the male nurse angry. He took out his wand and divested the girl of the only 'clothing' she had, he grabbed Nymph by her hair and dragged her. Nymph was wide awake now and her eyes were looking around the room frantically, she held onto the hands that were holding her hair which was now a mousy brown. She tried to struggle away from the man, but it only caused her more pain.
He threw her down into the puddle of her own pee. "You really are nothing, but fucking filth." He shoved her face into the piss. "Look at what you did."
"I-Im s-sorryyy! I had an a-a-accident." Nymph was sobbing while her face was being roughly shoved into her own bodily waste.
"Oh you will be sorry." He said menacingly.
That's how Nymph ended up on the floor begging for her mummy to save her as her back was being sliced open by a whip that a male nurse was wielding and enjoying every minute of it.
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After Alexandrea washed up in the locker room, she was sent out to Knockturn alley to go on a small patrol. There wasn't much action there today, she started walking around the shops to see what was being sold today. There was a shop selling bouquet of flowers that perfumed the mid morning air. The man who ran the flower shop was eyeing Alexandrea as she was walking around admiring the various shops.
"How about a pretty bouquet for the even more pretty lady." The man grinned at her and pulled out a small bouquet of lilies with sprigs of lavender. He gave a small bow as he presented the flowers to the unsuspecting Alexandrea.
"Oh… um, no thank you." She declined politely, but the man wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Please, for you. Free of charge."
Alexandrea knew the man wouldn't leave her alone until she accepted the bouquet, so she just took it and said a small thanks before moving away from the flower shop.
"Great now I have to carry these around." She grumbled to herself. "Maybe Nymphadora would like these, I'm sure this would be a nice surprise for her."
Alexandrea walked around the shops some more and concluded that nothing was amiss.
As soon as she was about to apparate to the clinic a loud bang sounded in one of the shops. A man flew from the doorway of Borgin and Burkes and landed in a heap on the old stoned floor. Alexandrea took out her wand and approached the man with caution.
Mr. Borgin stalked from his shop and sneered at the man on the floor.
"I warned you, if I ever caught you in my shop again I'd cut off your hands." Borgin was in a threatening stance.
The man on the floor tried to crawl away while clutching his side. "P-please, I didn't take anything."
"That's not what I saw."
"What seems to be the problem Mr. Borgin?" Alexandrea finally made it to the two men.
"Cuff him and send him to Azkaban, he's stolen from me for the last time." Borgin pointed a finger at the man still on the floor.
"I didn't take anything! This crazy old man just started attacking me."
Alexandrea grabbed the young man by the arm to help haul him to his feet. "Are you injured, here let me see." She tried to pull his arm away from his side.
"N-no, no! You don't…" The clattering of metal rang as a silver cup fell from the man's coat.
"I knew it!" Borgin yelled in triumph "Cuff him."
"What is this?" Alexandrea looked at the young man who looked panicked and took out his wand, before Alexandrea could respond the young man shot a hex which clipped Alexandrea's arm. A grunt left her mouth when the spell made contact with her arm.
She grabbed her arm as it seared in pain. The young man picked up the cup and started to run far off into the distance.
Alexandrea picked up her flowers from the floor and started to walk away from the scene grumbling to herself angry that the man hexed her.
"Oi! Where are you going? You have to go after him he stole from me."
Alexandrea kept walking "Bugger off!" She didn't even want to do the partols today, she was too preoccupied with worrying about Nymphadora.
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Alexandrea apparated right outside the clinic. She looked up at the old building and got chills as the faint sound of bells chimed somewhere in the distance. She walked up the steps to the clinic.
As usual there were loose mental patients walking around aimlessly and in their filthy hospital gowns, none of them seemed to be bothered by the foreign presence of Alexandrea. A male nurse spotted the young Auror and stiffened, he was nervous to see the authority here.
He walked up to Alexandrea, sizing her up."Can I help you." He asked in a none too friendly manner.
"Yes, I would like to see a patient you have here?" She didn't let the man's size or threatening stance intimidate her, Alexandrea was a well trained Auror and knew how to handle men like him.
"What's her name?" The male nurse wore white muggle hospital scrubs and they were stained with blood as were his hands.
The sight of the man unsettled Alexandrea, just a touch, who knew whose blood was on his scrubs and how it got there. "I'd like to see Nymphadora, I brought her here just a few days ago."
"What's her last name." The man was making things difficult.
"Well… She doesn't have one, she was disowned."
The man brought one of his bloody hands up to his chin and posed, acting as if he was in deep thought. "Hm, sorry lady, we don't have a Nymphadora here." His tone and malice grin showed he was anything, but sorry.
Alexandrea was getting angry with the man, "I would like to talk to your superior. Now."
The man didn't even flinch as he told Alexandrea to follow him to his bosses office.
Mr. Morte was sitting in the same filthy office spitting the same brand of chewing tobacco into what appeared to be the same cup, that Alexandrea last saw him use. He was still surrounded by paperwork and didn't even notice when Alexandrea and the nurse walked in.
"Excuse me, Mr. Morte." The creepy short man looked up at the sound of his name.
"What do you want." He said rudley while shooting glances behind the Auror, to make sure there wasn't a swarm of them doing an investigation. Though the ministry doesn't really care about the goings on within the clinic, Felix Morte still got nervous about one day being busted for the clinic's unusual activities.
"I've come to see a patient you have here, Nymphadora."
"Who?" The stocky man went back to doing his paperwork, scratching his receding hairline which left him with a crown of hair all around the sides of his head.
"I brought her here a few days ago. Please I just want to see her."
The man just looked her up and down "and what is your relation to the patient"
"Well… I'm a-a friend of sorts." Or rather, she'd like to be a friend to Nymph.
"We don't have a patient here under that name. Do you know what her paitent number is?"
"Uh…" Her face went blank with panic, she didn't remember what her number was. "Wait, he knows!" She pointed to one of the male nurses. "He was the one who took her to her room, he said she needed to be put in a special padded cell."
The male nurse stepped into the office when he saw Morte waving him in. "Is it true Nichols? Were you the one to take… uh what was her name again."
"Nymphadora."
"Yeah, her."
The man looked at his boss and shrugged, "Yeah she was put in a padded cell."
"Well there you go Miss…"
She looked back at Morte, "It's Finch. So can I see her now?"
Morte nodded to her and then nodded at Nichols who in turn nodded to his boss. "Right this way Miss." Alexandrea followed the male nurse.
Alexandrea clutched the flowers to her chest hoping that Nymph would like them and to brighten up her room, if the rest of the clinic was anything to go by, her room needs something to make it less dreary.
Nichols stopped in front of a metal door as the wooden floors creaked below their feet. A wave of his wand and the door opened. He put his arm out indicating that Alexandrea could go into the room.
Alexandrea stepped in and was horrified to see blood all over the white padding and a heap of what appeared to be a nude girl in the middle of the cell. The scent of blood and piss perfumed the air. "Surely this can't be Nymph…" Alexandrea turned to say something to the nurse, but he was gone and the door was closed as well. The stench was so strong it made her sick. 'Why hasn't anyone cleaned this place and why is she like this.' The young woman thought to herself .
"Nymph?" Tears pricked her eyes as she looked at the tortured girl on the floor.
Nymph started to stir and opened her eyes, when she saw the figure crouching in front of her. She flinched when the figure tried to touch her face. Alexandrea pressed her cool comforting hand to Nymphs face. She instantly relaxed against the gentle hand.
"Mummy?" her voice was weak from all the screaming she did earlier as was her throat dry.
"No, your mummy isn't here." Alexandrea's voice was soft as she tried to comfort the girl. "It's me Fin... Alexandrea." She would let this young girl call her by her real name. She began to pet Nymphadora's hair comfortingly. "Do you remember me? I brought you here a few days ago."
"No." Came the soft reply.
Alexandrea looked at the whip marks on her back and frowned, "What happened to your back?"
Nymph didn't reply she buried her face into the filthy padding to hide her shame. "Nymph, please." But She just shook her head and continued to be quiet. "Okay, we don't have to talk about it right now, maybe when you're feeling better." She continued to stroke the girl's hair. "I'm going to heal your wounds. Is that okay?" Nymph nodded her head, but still refused to look up at the woman.
Alexandrea took out her wand and started the process of mending the skin back together, there was so much blood covering her back. It made Alexandrea feel sick. What kind of clinic does this to their patients, she promised herself that she would find whoever did this and make them pay for hurting Nymph, an innocent girl.
The warm glow from the witch's wand was knitting the open wounds back together as it was healing it was also relaxing Nymph, the sharp stinging pain from her back was now turning into a dull ache. The more gentle touches Nymph received from the woman above her, the more comfortable she felt with her. She felt she could trust this kind woman.
Alexandrea ran a gentle hand over Nymphadora's back to make sure she got all of the wounds "Is there anything else you need me to heal?"
For the first time Nymph looked up at the woman above her. "No" Her voice was so soft you almost couldn't hear it. Nymph saw the blood on Alexandrea's arm and gasped. "You're hurt too." Nymph pointed at her arm,
Alexandrea looked down at her arm and saw that she was in fact injured, but it was merely a flesh wound, nothing to worry about. "It's fine." She smiled down at the girl.
Nymph frowned and shook her head like a child, she wasn't satisfied with her answer. "No, you heal yours too." It was a demand that left no room for argument. It made Alexandrea smile.
"Okay, okay." She chuckled while lifting up her sleeve to inspect the damage. It was just as she suspected, nothing more than a flesh wound. With the wave of her wand her skin knitted itself together. Nymph watched with amazement as the woman before her healed her wounds with ease and skill. She reached out a bloody hand and touched the now unmarked skin.
Alexandrea shivered at the sensation. Nymph quickly pulled her hand away and look up at her with her big worrying eyes, "Did I hurt you?"
Alexandrea smiled at her and shook her head, "No, you didn't hurt me." She noticed that Nymphadora was quite beautiful, she wondered how a pretty girl like her got into this kind of situation. "Nymph, can I ask you a question?"
Nymph looked at her and frowned, although this woman was nice to her she remembered what her mother told her about strangers. Nymph looked her in the eye and nodded her head.
"How did you get here." Nymph was confused by the question, didn't this woman say she was the one who brought her to this hell hole.
"You brought me here, that is what you said." She looked at the older girl.
"Yes I know, but- what I mean is why did you try to kill yourself, what happened to you that you ended up working for the Malfoys and why did your parents disown you?" She might have been overstepping a line, but she needed to know.
Nymphadora looked at her, the only expression on her face was one of pure confusion, "I don't understand?" She started shaking her head and becoming upset, "Where's my mummy, I want my mummy." Tears were welling up in her eyes.
Alexandrea put a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder, "You don't have a mother anymore, don't you remember, your documents say you parents disowned you." She hated to see the girl cry. As Alexandrea tried to comfort the crying girl in her lap she felt a burning sensation in her pocket. She took the coin out of her pocket. "Station. Now" The coin read.
'I can't leave her here, she needs me.' Alexandrea thought to herself as she put the coin back into her pocket and continued to rub soothing circles on the girls back.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading, if you like this story tell me about it in the reviews. Also I am planning on writing an alternative ending to this story along with the original I have planned.