Nobody asked for chapter three but fuck it.
When Girl was banished to the barn at age eleven, she was summarily treated as not a part of the family. Because she was a Squib, it was made clear to her that no one wanted to hear her talk. Girl learned quickly to keep her mouth shut and to do what she was told without question. Bad things tended to happen when she broke the rules.
Don't talk to guests; don't bother trying to go into the house; stay out of father's parchment-making building; don't draw attention to yourself. This and more was how Girl survived.
She didn't know what to think when Lucius Malfoy offered such and such money to her father for her to go with him to work on his land. She hadn't left her parents' property in four years. She often fantasized about traveling around on foot, seeing the things witches and wizards saw. She remembered flying—always with one of her older brothers—the brooms would react to her touch, but in a funny way, as though they were confused. Everyone assumed Girl was just untrained. The times as a mischievous little girl when she'd tried the others' wands, she would feel her hand and arm hum with an odd sensation, but nothing happened. They believed their wands didn't suit her.
Animals liked her: they often did what she needed them to do even better than when her brothers or father tended to them. Everyone assumed this was her special skill—with magic. But of course, she never had any; she was simply good with animals.
She was dirt. She was worthless. She was the bottom of the barrel.
She was lucky to have not been cast out into the Muggle world, everyone had told her. The way she'd been taught about Muggles, Girl quite agreed. She'd never known anything different.
Her mother packed her things for her (it was very strange to see somebody else in her living place), tying Girl's extra clothes into a tight little bundle of Girl's blankets. It took almost no time: Girl's toys and many of her clothes had been burned by her angry father in the days after they realized she was non-magical. Girl'd watched from the safety of the barn as he tore from the cottage with piles of her things to throw them in the dirt and set them ablaze. When Girl started growing a bit taller, and bumps appeared where her chest was once flat, her mother gave Girl the clothes she didn't like to wear anymore. Even at fifteen, they were still a bit big; Girl simply hadn't grown any taller than her mother's shoulder.
"You'll be back in six months," said her mother. She didn't give Girl her bundle, only stared at the sunlight peaking through the loft. "Be good; do what you're told, or we'll never hear the end of it."
Did she mean Girl's father, or Mr Malfoy? All Girl knew about him was that he was rich and an important client of her father's.
"Mrs Backcarrow! Are you in here?" Mr Malfoy's voice called up from the barn floor.
Girl's mother stared at her, then licked her fingers and reached toward Girl's head as though to straighten an out-of-place hair, but stopped. Her mother hadn't touched her in four years; it was very strange. Her mother wiped her hand on her robe and gestured for Girl to go down the ladder from the loft, following with the bundle still tucked under her arm. Girl watched to make sure her mother didn't fall.
"Ah, there you are. Would you like a moment, ma'am? I'm not in a rush!" Mr Malfoy smiled at Girl's mother.
Her mother said nothing. Finally, she turned to Girl and handed her her belongings, nodding to Mr Malfoy with a grim expression before exiting the barn, leaving Girl alone with Mr Malfoy.
He turned his eyes to Girl, who immediately glanced away—she wouldn't have dared look him in the face.
"Well, we can be off then. Follow me, girl." Mr Malfoy swept out of the barn in his long black robes. Girl was afraid to leave, suddenly. Her feet seemed stuck to the floor of the barn.
Outside, Mr Malfoy stopped a few feet and turned to be sure she was coming, which, of course, she was not. He looked towards the house and as no one was in sight, pulled his wand from his pocket and prepared to point it at the girl to get her moving, but she suddenly appeared from the barn, looking anxious.
"Good. Come along, girl—walk ahead of me."
Girl started down the path that lead through the grove to the edge of the Backcarrow property. When she walked too slowly, he dug the tip of his wand into the small of her back to make her go faster.
When they passed the gate that marked both the end and the beginning of the place Girl had always called home, Mr Malfoy told her to stand nice and still, then he grabbed her arm before turning on the spot and disapparating with Girl to Wiltshire.