Creativity Month - Slavery/Servant!AU
"You!" Madam Lestrange snaps her fingers at Neville, who suppresses a scowl and steps forward. "Get me two cups of tea. I want green tea and Cissy wants-" she glances at her sister, who mouths something. Madam Lestrange turns back to Neville. "Cissy wants chamomile. Get them, at once."
"Of course, madam."
Neville shuffles towards the door, deliberately going as slow as possible to irk Madam Lestrange. He can feel her irritated gaze piercing holes in the back of his head.
"Hurry up, boy, I don't have all day!" she barks.
Neville increases his pace, but smirks.
He writhes against the ropes trussing him to the wall, forced to watch as his parents scream in agony. Madam Lestrange stands over them, grinning madly.
"So what will it be, Neville Longbottom? Life or death?" She gestures to his parents.
"Fine," Neville growls, halting his efforts to escape, "I'll become your servant."
Neville hisses as he burns his hand on the stove, pain searing through his flesh. The angry burn sizzles on his skin and Neville curses.
The smell of acrid smoke taints the air and Neville's nostrils tingle. "Shit," he swears, turning off the stove.
The tea is spoiled, both sets. Neville's eyes light up.
It will his own little revenge.
Madam Lestrange looms over him, whip swaying in her hand, her eyes flashing dangerously.
"Move it boy," she snarls. "If you don't finish this, then..." She lets the sentence dangle, implying something Neville would rather not know.
He shuts his eyes for the briefest of moments and prays that this is all a nightmare.
It's not. He's stuck like this, tied to captivity. But he's here for his parents. His parents need him in order to survive.
He's strong. He can do this.
He's Neville. He can do anything.
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