PLEASE READ THIS AUTHOR NOTE FOR MORE INFO!
I am so sorry for not updating this story in a year and change. There was a lot going on for 2018 from college and working to traveling to Europe(again!) as well as packing and moving to NYC. I tried to write in between all that, but the ideas for this story weren't flowing as much as I would have liked. I had hoped I would update for Christmas or New Year's, but I just didn't like what I had written down.
So, since J.K. Rowling didn't give much details about Scabior, this allowed me to make him more of my own and give him the personality I think he would have. I wanted to give you guys more of Scabior's perspective/POV in this chapter. This chapter is also a bit of a filler as I go a bit more into details about who Scabior is and answer a few questions both Hermione, you, and I have been dying to know about. Also, as you have read, I added a bit more drama into the storyline so I can paint a better picture of who Scabior is.
A lot of ideas/details from this story and chapter you will NOT find on Pottermore or on Harry Potter Wiki. So, I guess if you have any questions about the chapter or the story in general, you are more than welcomed to review or P.M. me.
I do believe there will be only a few more chapters written for this story before it all comes to an end. So, stick with me till then everyone!
Here is a little sneak peak of the next chapter, nothing special.
-Dani
(If you skipped the note...Don't be a hoe trying to skip over my authors note.)
Scabior was five when he'd made his first kill.
His father had shoved a bow and arrow into his small trembling hands and forced him to kill the doe that had been foraging with her young near the encampment they lived in.
His father had been making him practice his archery on carefully placed apples, Scabior would often miss his target thus resulting in beatings that left bruises all over his body. His father would tell him that when the time came, he'd better not miss his target or he would end up on the wrong side of the arrow.
After all the practices, the time finally came for him to kill a doe. Scabior made the mistake of looking into the animals innocent eyes. He couldn't kill the doe not in front of its child in fact he couldn't kill it at all.
He remembered dropping his weapon onto the forest ground startling the doe and the fawn. Before the Doe and fawn could run away, Scabior's father quickly shot two arrows from his bow, each arrowhead embedded in the doe and the fawn.
Scabior could remember bawling as his father had beat him black and blue that day but it wasn't only because of the pain from his father's large fists.
He cried for the innocent deer who had their lives taken away from them because a cruel and lowly human being. He cried even harder when he realized it was his own fault they had died. At five years old he understood that weakness can cause pain to not just one person but to others who didn't deserve an ounce of it.