Chapter 5 Bree's Pov "The Mansons" Voldemort said, hugging me tighter. The Mansons walked in angrily then my father yanked me up away from Voldemort…by the hair. "Ow! Daddy I'm sorry I'm sorry! I didn't cheat! I didn't lie! I'm sorry!" "You good for nothing little BRAT!" Daddy yelled at me. Stop calling him 'Daddy'! My mind yelled. He doesn't deserve to be called your father! I knew he didn't but…a fist crashed against my face and I fell to the ground trying to protect myself. "STOP!" I screamed. Voldemort's Pov

"STOP!" Bree screamed. "Protego!" I said, stepping in front of her. "What do you think you're doing?" Bree hissed. "Protecting you." I whispered. "It's my job." I smiled at her then turned to the Mansons with the most menacing look I could muster. Out of the corner I saw Quirrel run over to Bree and pull her up and pull over to him. "Now," I said to the Mansons. "What do you think you're doing to our….my…..MY DAUGHTER?" "WHAT SHE DESERVES!" Mr. Manson yelled right back. "THAT CHEATING, LYING, AND STEALING BRAT!" I heard Bree shriek and her hair turned white with fear. "Do you value your life?" I hissed. "I suggest you run away now." I almost growled at that point. Mrs. Manson ran over to Quirrel and tried to wrestle Bree away from his arms. "Leave now!" I said. "No stop!" Quirrel shrieked. I looked over at him. Both he and Bree were on the floor writhing in pain. How had I not heard the Cruciatus Curse been cast? "Stop it!" Bree managed to say through her pained tears. "I'll go with you! I'll do whatever you want just don't hurt them! Please please..don't ….don't…" she broke into sobs as the curse was lifted. "Anything?" Mr. Manson asked. Bree nodded. "No." I whispered.

Bree's Pov

I would do anything, ANYTHING, as long as they didn't hurt Voldemort and Quirrel. I wanted them to stay safe and not sacrifice themselves for me. They didn't have to and I didn't want them to feel compelled to. "Do as we say…" Daddy said. "And they won't get hurt." My hair turned deep blue and pink with guilt. Why did I let them adopt me why did I do this? Why me, why me, why me? It's all my fault… "I'm sorry." I whispered to Voldemort and Quirrel. "I'm so, so, so sorry." Voldemort stared at me in surprise and Quirrel did the same. I started to cry. "I'll do as you say. Anything! But please…don't hurt them." "Who said anything about hurting them?" mom said. "We could always..you know…mentally and emotionally torture them." "NOO!" I screamed my voice going up about three octaves. "NOO!" Daddy held my arms behind my back and twisted painfully while mom put a body-binding curse on Quirrel and Voldemort. My hair turned completely pink with guilt. "Let the torture begin!" mom cried, joyfully. I knew what they were going to do. Mentally torture them by physically torturing me. "I'm sorry." I mouthed. I screamed as my torture began. What do I do now?

A/N: I know this is probably horrible and incredibly late but this is all I could do. I will try to get a new and better chapter up soon. Again I'm incredibly sorry about the delay. Have a nice day!