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A/N: Thank you all for all the Reviews, I do hope you are enjoying this story …
Some of you asked if I am going to write a lot about her childhood; this is a story about 'The Forgotten Potter', so this story is all about Odette. In this fanfiction I will be writing all about her life before, during and after Hogwarts.
Also, some of you may be confused about how gifted she is … she is the prophecy child and she was gifted by many (Read the first chapter and see what the prophecy says exactly in order to understand). This story is a Powerful and Genius FEM! Potter, she has an eidetic memory and is blessed with many gifts.
Warning: I have already written in the summary that this is a Rated M fanfiction, coupled up with Angst, it is extremely M rated. This chapter has MATURE contents, if you don't like it then don't read it – the only reason I am writing this warning is because some may be disturbed by its contents.
I hope you all enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 11:
Odette stiffened at the sound of the stranger's voice, she could tell from his voice that he wasn't a friendly man and that he won't be helping her find her way back home.
Slowly, Odette tilted her face slightly so that she could get a better look at the man that was beginning to emerge from the shadows.
From what she could see, he was of medium-height with muscles protruding proudly from the T-Shirt he was wearing that was slightly ripped. He had oily, wavy black hair that tangled together and black eyes that held no warmth.
The man took three more measured steps toward her tiny figure that was still seated on the pavement, and Odette was able to see a deep scar that looked to be quite old, in the shape of an arc, crudely drawn from the bottom of his left eyelid, and ended at the top of his cheekbone.
Odette's instincts were screaming at her to run as fast as her little legs could carry her, which was far away from the man.
The man noticed the girl's discomfort, and a nasty smile spread across his face, especially when he noticed the calculating look in her eyes as she searched for a way to escape him.
He chuckled, "Vhat are you doing here all alone, malyshka?"
Odette began to feel faint, her eyelids felt heavy and her vision was beginning to blur to the degree where she was starting to see doubles of the man in front of her, she felt the blood rushing to her ears and her body tremble.
Slowly, Odette's head fell down onto the pavement, and just before her eyes drifted shut, she saw the man leering above her with a cruel smile playing on his face showing yellowing teeth, and then she knew no more.
***THE FORGOTTEN POTTER***
Odette groaned as she began to wake.
Her head was throbbing, her body weak and her mouth felt dry, like sandpaper.
From what she could tell, her body was laid on something soft … it felt like bedding.
How odd; this was the first time Daisy hadn't woken her up.
She hoped that Daisy would help her with the bruises her daddy left her. Her daddy who had hit her last night; in fact, in all the times that her daddy raised a hand against her, last night was the first time he hit her so hard, throwing her across the room in his anger.
A sob escaped Odette's throat at the memory of her daddy's face from last night, and at that precise moment a greasy voice spoke up a few feet away from her.
"Ah, good, your awake malyshka."
Startled, Odette's eyes flew open, and even though her body was bruised slightly from last night, she scrambled to sit up, her head shifting wildly as she looked for the person that the voice belonged to.
A quick look at her surroundings and Odette found herself to be in a dark, dank, messy room.
The walls were painted a dull brown color, and there seemed to be many cracks and holes in the wall. The curtain was frayed and the bed she was currently laying on was a single, with a white coverlet that had many yellowing holes on it from what looked to be cigarette burns.
The man seemed to have come out from the bathroom when he heard her sob, leaving door ajar behind him.
Avoiding eye contact with the man as much as possible, Odette looked upon herself to see if he had violated her in her sleep; Odette seemed to be kept much intact from last night, in fact she was still wearing her gown from last night, and her hair was still curled into ringlets when she looked at the crack mirror to the man's right. Only her ballerinas seemed to be missing and there was a fresh bruise that looked to be yellowing slightly from where her daddy grabbed her harshly.
"Who- who are you?" asked Odette, finding the courage to speak to the man since he hadn't harmed her when she was unconscious.
The man tilted his head slightly, "You're from the Great Briton? Vhy are you here in Russia without your parents?"
"Russia? No, I'm in England!" said Odette, a horrified look overtaking her face.
The man looked amused, his eyes glittering slightly, his yellow teeth showing clearly, "Hmm, you must 'ave heet your head 'ard malyshka. You are in my country, Russia! Russia, not Briton."
Odette gaped at the man.
Was it possible that she had apparated herself from her room in Potter Manor, all the way to Russia?!
Odette remembered reading in one of the books in the Potter library, that most times when children who hadn't entered Hogwarts yet are in a stressful situation or excited, or even felt threatened or harmed, then their accidental magic could kick in.
Odette was yelling for Loki; after her daddy had hurt her and yelled at her, she wanted to go to Loki, and being with how distressed and hysterical she was, her magic kicked in – but instead of taking her to Asgard, her magic took her all the way to Russia.
Loki was going to berate her once he finds out about this, he kept warning her that until she had matured and gotten used to her magic, and her newfound gift of dream-walking, that she wouldn't be able to travel by will yet – and she had definitely been forcing her magic to take her to Loki last night.
Odette now knew why she fainted; her magic was drained … exhausted with the long distance apparition, her body couldn't stay awake anymore and needed to recharge; but what frightened Odette was that she couldn't feel any magic running through her veins anymore, she couldn't feel magic as a part of her.
Odette didn't know that it would take a long time for her magic to recover, and by the time it did, it would be too late. Magic couldn't protect her now.
"Vhat is your name, malyshka?" the man demanded, he seemed to be getting impatient, all amusement gone from his face as he stared at her intently, his eyes roaming up and down her tiny body.
"Odette," she whispered, her body trembling slightly from the intensity of his gaze.
"Odette Vhat?" the man asked, his heavy footsteps thundering with each step he took as he walked closer to her until he loomed over her.
Odette craned her head backwards, subconsciously scooting her body away from him, to the headboard of the bed, "Potter."
"Vell Odette Potter, my name is Ivan Vanko, let me be the first one to velcome you to my humble abode," said the man … Ivan Vanko, in a dangerously evil voice.
"What are you going to do to me?" Odette wasn't stupid, she knew that the man had no intention of letting her go, and so Odette decided to distract him until she found a way out.
Sitting down at the edge of the bed, his eyes studied her face intently before speaking in a matter-of-fact tone, "You know, I vas in prison. I vas in prison for feefteen years, and I vas just let out a few days ago – it was quite lucky that I found you, no? I have greatly missed the pleasure of a woman's flesh."
"I'm not a woman! I'm only four years old," said Odette, her eyes bulging slightly. Thanks to Loki's tale of what Sif did to him, she knew exactly what Ivan was implying and with him sitting so close, watching her every move, Odette couldn't find a way out without him noticing.
"Being in prison for feefteen years, one learns not to be too picky, and I have always enjoyed a tight cunt, from your size I can tell that I would be delighted vith vhat you have to offer me," he leered at her, his tongue darting over to lick his chapped lips.
A lone tear escaped Odette's eyes, spilling down her cheek and onto the white bedding.
Ivan followed the tear's movement before a grin suddenly appeared on his face, his cold eyes snapped up to meet her watering emerald eyes and said, "and I love it vhen they cry!" before he lunged at her, capturing her body under his big figure.
Odette began thrashing as much as she could underneath him, she was still exhausted after using so much magic.
Odette started screaming as loud as her lungs would allow her, before Ivan pressed his mouth over hers to shut her up, making her choke mid-scream.
He tasted like coffee and cigarettes, and Odette found herself gagging.
Odette's survival instincts began to kick in as she remembered what little Thor, Fandral, Hogun and Volstagg had taught her about mortal combat in case she would find the need to defend herself, the problem was, Ivan was way bigger than her and much stronger, and she was still just a beginner.
Odette bit down hard on the tongue that was still deep into her mouth. She bit hard until she tasted something metallic and Ivan yelled, pulling himself away from her.
She looked up to see blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and she felt satisfaction as she jumped off the bed and made a quick dash to the door.
Rough and brutal hands caught her by the waist, and she felt herself get hoisted over a buff shoulder, before being thrown down harshly on top of the bed, making the bedsprings creak and her body to bounce off slightly.
Before Odette could collect her bearings, she felt a stone fist hit the side of her face causing her vision to blur slightly and her head to pound. Odette cried out in pain as Ivan grabbed her by an ankle, dragging her downwards to lie below his crouched body.
There was an evil gleam in his eyes as he shoved a hand into his worn out pocket, pulling out a sharp knife and holding it under her neck, causing Odette to halt in her movements and stare at him with wide eyes, pleading him to spare her life.
"Listen to me malyshka," he spat. "You belong to me now! There is no escape from me, and if you try to struggle, I'll only be harsher with you. I don't mind killing you, you vill just be one less girl in the world."
***** . *****
Sitting up against the headboard, Ivan opened the drawer from the bedside table and fished out a packet of cigarettes, lighting one up.
Odette watched the foggy smoke exhale from his mouth, filling the air with the smell and foggy white shapes.
Ivan's eyes drifted over to hers and said, "You can go vash up in the bathroom. You have twenty minutes, don't try anything or I von't be pleased!"
Jumping from the bed, Odette picked up what remained of the beautiful gown her mommy dressed her in for the ball and she rushed into the bathroom, ignoring the fact that cold black eyes were following her every move, watching her intensely, and shut the door behind her with a hard slam.
Odette leaned her back against the closed door and slid down; burying her face into her ripped dress she cried her eyes out. She missed Daisy, she wanted her mommy and daddy – even though she knew they wouldn't have noticed her missing from the manor yet.
Looking down at what remained of her dress, she began crying again, a fresh wave of tears, sadness and longing filling her body.
The dress was the color of forest green, the exact same shade of Loki's eyes, and Odette wanted no one more than she wanted her prince right now.
He was her brother, father, protector and best friend all rolled up into one man … one Asgardian prince, and she needed his presence desperately.
Odette didn't know what to do! Her magic was gone, and she knew what with her having apparated from Britain to Russia, her magic core was depleted, and her tiny body needed time to recover as she was still young and fairly new.
She knew that when learning how to apparate, a witch or wizard must start with close distance apparition before they begin traveling long distances so that their body could get used to the new form of traveling.
This was exactly what Loki told her about dream-walking, her magic had to get used to her traveling to where she wanted subconsciously first.
Another thing Odette remembered was that she wouldn't be able to visit Asgard anymore since her magic was depleted. Odette couldn't go so long without seeing Loki; or Thor, Frigga, Odin, Fandral, Hogun, Eir and Heimdall.
Slowly getting up on shaky legs, Odette opened the tap and began cleaning herself with water and soap, wincing when the soap burned her nether regions. She lapped the blood away quickly and then dried herself with a slightly dirty towel that was on the ground.
She felt unclean. Odette didn't believe such things could happen, her mother never warned her of the bad people living in the world, and it was just her luck that she landed in front of the sickest man she ever had the fortune to meet.
Odette needed to find a way out, but how could she after he had threatened her with a knife … she would just have to bid her time until she could find a way out alive.
Exiting the bathroom, she found Ivan smoking what looked to be his third cigarette while he was lounging comfortably on his bed. He seemed to have put on a pair of boxers while she was in the bathroom and for the first time, Odette could see his toned and muscled body clearly.
They were completely filled with tattoos, leaving no skin bare; from his shoulders to his fingers, his neck till right above his groin and his whole back were filled with dark green ink. From what Odette could tell, the writings were in Russian – but seeing as she hadn't learned Russian yet, she didn't know what they stood for and she didn't want to ask him.
Ivan stared at her with amused eyes as he watched her stare at his tattoos uncomfortably, though with a slight fascination.
Odette, seeing his eyes were on her, folded the ripped dress to her body even tighter, trying to cover up as much skin as possible.
"There is no need for that malyshka, I have already seen everything," he grinned, patting the space beside him on the bed, he looked at her with a warning clear in his eyes and said, "Come here."
Obediently, Odette walked over to him and sat beside him on the bed, making herself as small as possible so that they wouldn't have to share skin contact.
Reaching over to the fabric, Ivan ripped the dress from her body and threw it on his side of the floor, "I said, you won't be needing it," grabbing her chin harshly, he snapped her head to look at his face directly as he blew smoke above her head, "From now on you wear nothing, ponimayu? I want your body bare at all times."
Frightened, Odette nodded her head quickly, not wanting to upset him … she needed to gain his trust so that she could find a way to escape him.
Odette whimpered and shivered in disgust, hastily looking away and before she knew it, her body tired out from all the abuse it took and she fell limp in his arms, fast asleep.
Ivan grinned as he looked down at his malyshka.
Life was going to be fun now that he had his malyshka as his pet.
***THE FORGOTTEN POTTER***
It had been a month since Odette had been kidnapped and then raped by Ivan Vanko, and Odette was getting desperate with her need to escape.
Ivan barely left her alone, since he had no money and no work to go to as he had just been released from prison after fifteen years, he was always at his apartment.
Whenever Ivan would leave her by herself, he would be in his lab, which was two doors away from her. Odette didn't know what he was working on, but occasionally she would hear the sound of metal on metal, or a drill.
Odette missed her magic. Whenever Ivan left her alone or while he was down in his lab, she would practice using her magic, trying to feel the tingles she usually would in her bloodstream – but to no avail.
Odette knew magic was mostly about intent, and so she would fold her legs, sitting comfortably on the bed and focus on her meditation and Occlumency shields, hoping that she would feel a tingle or spark of magic.
The problem was that she felt continuously threatened. Being around Ivan was not good for her magic, and she knew that if it came back, that it wouldn't last long as she was constantly being abused and raped. She was too traumatized, and was currently living in an unsafe environment.
Until Odette was safe, her magic wouldn't be able to heal.
And so, Odette spent most of her time thinking of a way of escaping Ivan Vanko.
To no avail.
***THE FORGOTTEN POTTER***
A man known as the instructor with a little redhead by his side, and they stood in a large training area with many equipment littered around in corners.
The redhead was watching a few girls sparring with each other, and her eyes widened at the incredible speed used while fighting.
The instructor held the redhead to his side, keeping a hand on her shoulder as he yelled, "FORM UP!" causing the group of girls to stand in front of him.
The instructor, known by the name of General Pyotr Petrovich, addressed the girls about the new recruit – the little redhead.
He then addressed the redhead, "You're my new student, the first thing you need to know; either I or my brother Pavel tell you to do something, you do it without question, understood?" he barked, looking directly at her emerald eyes. She nodded quickly, fear lighting up her features.
Suddenly Petrovich lashed out, striking her face.
The redhead fell to the floor, her cheeks stinging and her lip was split. She stared up at the instructor, Pyotr Petrovich with fear and tears running down from the corner of her eyes.
"When I ask a question, I expect a verbal answer, also the first and last word to come out of your mouth should be either 'sir' or 'master', is that clear?" he asked calmly, staring down intently at the child and her expressive emerald eyes.
The redhead nodded quickly and replied, "Sir yes Sir."
The redhead slowly got back up on her feet and turned her attention back to the scary instructor, her eyes looking around for a way out. Petrovich's voice alerted her back as he commanded her to join the back row, and the little redhead scrambled to obey, taking her place to a girl who looked her age but had black hair.
Petrovich continued to shout out commands to the other girls, and the redhead copied them. Hours passed and she was tiring quickly; she stumbled but quickly recovered as the girls began a new routine.
At long last, the instructor yelled at them to stop, and all the girls stood quickly, facing their attention to Petrovich, all save the redhead's face were completely expressionless. The redhead however, was looking frightened, exhausted and relieved for the small reprieve, glad that it was over.
Petrovich noticed and he stalked up to her, making her cower in fear. Grabbing her by the hair, he dragged her out of the formation and over to several guards that were placed around the room. Shoving her into them, he ordered, "See to it that she understands that feelings are not allowed here; if she cries continue the lesson until she stops. Understood?"
The guards nodded before grabbing the redhead's hands and dragging her out of the room. They dragged her down several dreary corridors before shoving her in an empty cell, slamming the door shut behind them, and effectively trapping her.
One guard grabbed her arms and viciously twisted them behind her back, she cried out in pain which only made the guard twist them further and the second guard suddenly began to punch her unprotected stomach repeatedly.
The redhead began to scream in pain as a rib cracked.
The punishment continued, the first guard dropped her and they both proceeded to kick her as she curled up into herself in an attempt to protect herself while she sobbed the entire time.
Time passed and slowly she stopped crying as she lost unconsciousness; the girl felt something in her veins rush to try and protect her, before feeling her exhaustion and distress and retreating further, disappearing completely.
The guards continued for a while after the redhead had passed out, before dragging her to a room and calling a doctor to check in on her.
The redhead later woke up in pain; every inch of her small body was on fire, and she looked around, unsure of where she was before the events of the previous day caught up with her.
She slowly dragged herself up and began inspecting her body. Bruises littered her arms and legs, and she could feel a tight bandage over her stomach where the first guard repeatedly punched and kicked her in, and she knew she had at least one broken rib.
A sound outside alerted her to someone's presence; the door opened and General Pyotr Petrovich and a slightly smaller man that looked somewhat identical to him walked in – she knew him to be his brother, Pavel he spoke off at the beginning.
They stopped a few steps away from her, staring intently, before Pyotr spoke up, "Do you understand why you were punished?" his voice was hard and cold, lacking all emotions.
The redhead involuntarily took a step back at his icy tone before replying, "Yes Master."
"And why, pray tell, where you punished," he pressed on, taking a measured step closer to her.
"I showed my emotions. Emotions have no place in my life anymore," she spoke quietly, trying her hardest not to show fear or even a sliver of emotion while looking directly at the floor.
The two brothers studied her intently, before Pyotr nodded his head and said, "Good."
As he and his brother turned to leave the room, Pyotr spoke in a chilled voice, "Welcome to the Red Room, Odette Potter."
A/N: Russian: Malyshka: Little girl.
Ponimayu: Understand.
I bet no one thought that it was Ivan Vanko! Who knew he was a pedophile?
I hated writing this chapter, I don't like seeing poor Odette suffer, but it was vital to the story.
Now I know that you're all disgusted by the rape of a four year old girl, but guess what? This shit actually does happen in real life. There are plenty of little girls who are younger, and are being raped by disgusting pedophiles. So I thought, how about Odette being one of them? I had to delete this chapter at the beginning because I made it too graphic, and so I edited it and added more to the chapter to make up for my mistake and to appease you all :D LOL!
I know that Odette is already suffering with her parents, and you're wondering why I made her suffer through rape now, and the answer is simple … it is important to the story. This is an angst story people, it won't be a childhood filled with rainbows and butterflies for Odette, but it would shape up her personality.
Odette had to get raped at an extremely young and vulnerable age not just because it is important I my future chapters, but because it's a turning point for Odette and it shapes up her new personality.
Odette needs to suffer and go through many trials in her life before things get better and she gets strong and powerful … don't worry I promise that in the later chapters you'll connect the dots and see why this chapter is important.
Also, I know that some may be confused about the end of the chapter and how she got to be from Ivan Vanko to the Red Room, but it will be explained in the next chapter which I will have up in a few hours.
One last thing (I'm sorry for all the blathering, LOL), I don't know if Pyotr is the General Petrovich's actual name, and yes he doesn't have a brother called Pavel but it is my fanfiction and I created them as they are important to the story and adds background and future plots.
Please, please, please don't hate me for this chapter.
I hope you enjoy the next chapter which will be out in two days!