A/n- So I really haven't been in the writing mood lately. And on top of that, I haven't had any inspiration for this challenge. Then, it came to me. So this is my Victoire Weasley fic. My genre is angst and my prompt is blank parchment.
The lights were dim in this small, square room. I could barely see the person sitting across from me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to control my breathing. Small, dark places frightened me terribly. Once my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, I noticed his hands were folded on top of black parchment.
He wanted me to explain what happened in those days and weeks I was gone. I drew my legs up to my chest, wrapping my arms tightly around them. "Miss Weasley, I need you to tell me exactly what happened in that house," he said kindly.
Shaking my head softly, I replied, "I just want some clean clothes please." My voice was raw from the screaming I had done. I could tell he was frustrated with me. Truthfully, all I was wanted to do was sleep away the memories.
Sighing, he nodded and stood up. He left me alone in the room with the parchment and quill. Before he could come back, I wrote my story as neatly as my shaking hands would allow. The door opened again, allowing light to pour into the room. "Miss Weasley, if you would follow me. You'll get changed then we'll take you home. We can do this some other day," he announced.
I left the parchment sitting on the table and exited the room. As I was following him, my heart started to pound faster. Meeting my family after the few weeks, or months, I had been missing. The man kindly left me alone in the restroom. I turned towards the mirror, glancing at myself for the first time since I was taken.
My blonde hair had been dyed dark brown and cut sloppily; it now rested just above my shoulders. Dark bags had formed under my eyes from the lack of sleep. I was sickly thin. My bones showed under my skin, making me look as if I was deprived of food. The last thing I examined was my clothes. Torn and tattered, my shirt barely fit and the pants were likely to slip off my hips any second.
Willing the memories away, I changed into the fresh outfit that sat on the sink. I washed my face and exited the bathroom. He stood there patiently. "Are you ready to go home, Miss Weasley?" he asked with a slight smile.
I nodded, not wanting to hurt my throat any further. With each step I took, it got harder to breath. Questions, worries, and hopes passed through my mind. I couldn't help but to worry about if they had given up me. What if they thought I was dead? How would they react to me coming through the door?
Tears poured down my cheeks as I tried to breathe. The tightness in my chest willed me to run. I knew deep down that I had enough courage to face them. And my feet wouldn't allow me to stop. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of a fireplace. I took a handful of powder and stated my address.
As I stepped out, I heard my family in the next room. After composing myself, I entered the dining room. I stood there as they spoke to one another about their days. Dominique was the first one to notice me. "Vicky?" she questioned, drawing attention to me. She threw her arms around me. "I missed you," she declared. I returned her hug but stayed silent.
After they got over their initial shock, Louis, Mum, and Dad had all engulfed me in hugs, stating how much they had missed me. Mum sat me down in a chair at the table and fixed me a plate. As I was eating, I realized how much I had missed Mum's cooking. They didn't ask about what happened, which comforted me. I wanted to forget the event ever occurred.
But as I was climbing the steps to my bedroom, I turned to Dominique. "Dom, will you sleep with me tonight?" I spoke for the first time. They were shocked to hear my raw voice. But that never fazed Dominique. She nodded and I smiled for the first time in a while.
Just maybe things would get better.