Series: 22 for 22
Title: Alone More Than I'd Care to Be
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: JK owns them. I own the plot.
Fandom(s): Harry Potter
Character(s): Millicent Bulstrode
Spoilers: Post HBP
Summary: I'm tired of feeling this way
Words: 398
A/N: Set in the summer before book seven. Also, oooh, bonus character, cuz I can't resist my shipping mind
Dedication: To vampiric_mcd, who requested the characters and the quote source.
Twenty-Two for Twenty-Two
Alone More Than I'd Care to Be
Bulstrode Manor
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?
There's nothing I wouldn't to do
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes and see you looking back
~ Hurt, Christina Aquilera
Everything and everyone was gone, had been since Snape had killed Dumbledore. No one was safe on the streets these days. People disappeared only to be found dead days later. Her parents - the sad, sorry excuses they'd always had been - hadn't gotten that kind of death. They'd died in some battle with the Order, and as punishment, the Ministry had taken everything.
That they had sent that spineless sap Weasley to strip her of her life was not an irony lost to her. They'd even taken the chair beneath her, no look of remorse in their eyes. As if she would follow in her parents footsteps and join up with the great snake man. Why? Her parents allegiance to him had never done her any good, it had only given her more grief.
"Miss Bulstrode, we'll need to meet with you to fill out the acquisition forms for the seizure of the estate," Percy Weasley said in a very neutral voice.
"So I need to give you the okay to take everything from me?" Millicent snapped, her arms around herself protectively." So you can feel okay with abandoning a sixteen year old witch to the world without a knut because the damn ministry needs to prove that its actually doing something against Him?"
Percy hadn't said anything, and Millicent was done with the Ministry's bullshit. He kept writing, as she watched every good memory she ever had in her home disappear. He handed her two pieces of parchment. One was the acquisition form she was sorely tempted to rip into tiny shreds. The other had been torn from the bottom of another piece of parchment. She looked at him quizzically.
"Displacement hostel for young witches and wizards," Percy said quietly. "They provide you with three square meals a day and set you up with a job to get you back on your feet. I've lived there. It's quite nice and safe."
Millicent blinked at his sincere tone and the look of understanding in his eyes. Percy gave her small smile before continuing.
"We'll need to set up an appointment with you for next week to go over the acquisition evaluation."