Chapter 3
Run

"Hey, Dean, I need to talk to you," Seamus said as Dean cleaned up the kitchen after he had arrived home that night.

"Did you get fired? Because if you did, I will seriously smash this plate over your head," Dean said

"Why do you always automatically assume that I'm in trouble?" Seamus said exasperatedly.

"Because, more often than not, you are," Dean said, sitting down on his couch, "What do you want?"

"I'm moving out," Seamus said simply.

"Okay," Dean said slowly, "What brought this on?"

"Lavender and I have decided that we want to move in with each other. We've been together since seventh year and we figured it might be time to move to the next step in our relationship," Seamus shrugged.

"Alright then," Dean said, shrugging back and getting up off the couch and making his way back over to the dirty dishes in the sink, "When are you moving?"

"On the weekend," Seamus said, looking relieved that Dean hadn't taken his moving in with Lavender badly, "We've been looking for a place for ages and Lav just found one today. The owners haven't lived in it for ages so we're moving in as soon as possible."

Dean didn't know what to say, so he continued to siphon the food off the plates.

"You're not mad are you?" Seamus asked.

"No, of course not," Dean said, shaking his head, "You're at perfect liberty to do whatever you want, if you want to move in with Lavender then don't let me stop you."

"Thanks mate," Seamus said, clapping Dean on the back, "What's for dinner?"

"I don't know, it's your turn to cook," Dean said with a slight grin at his friend.

"Then we're getting takeaway," Seamus said, "What do you want?"

"I don't mind," Dean said, shrugging as Seamus headed towards the door, "Get whatever."

Seamus nodded as he shut the door behind him. Dean looked around the apartment. It was small and messy, just like it had been this morning when he had left for work, nothing had changed. So why did he feel so different?

It wasn't because Seamus had told him that he was moving in with Lavender, he wasn't fazed at all by that. Maybe it was because for once he didn't have to stress over paperwork that he had been bringing home with him for the last year of working in the auror office, maybe it was because he had seen Parvati again for the first time in so long, he didn't know.

His thoughts settled on Parvati. It had been a dream come true to see her again, but he couldn't help but worry about her; It was the middle of June and the only people that were seen in jeans and long sleeved shirts in summer were those who were going to work, and Parvati most definitely hadn't been at work.

No matter how much he tried to convince himself that he was over Parvati, he still couldn't help but feel something for her, a little lurch in his stomach every time he read her name in the paper or thought about the year that he had dated her. Yes, it was safe to say that he was definitely still nursing a soft spot for her.

When he had spoken to her in Diagon Alley she had looked absolutely miserable and hurt. He could hardly blame her. She was married to Theodore Nott for god's sake, who wouldn't be miserable? But the way that she had flinched away from him when he had tried to hug her told Dean that there was something going on that she was hiding, he hoped that she would floo him soon so that they could talk properly…

Parvati stared down at the little piece of paper that Dean had hastily scribbled down his address on and looked sadly at the fire that she had just lit with her bare hands moments before. She had no idea where Theodore kept the floo powder, only that if she asked for it, he would be sure to say no and hide it somewhere that she would never find, and when Theodore said that she would never find it, she would never find it. Six months later and she was still looking for her wand.

Parvati stuffed the piece of paper hastily up her sleeve as Theodore walked into the living room.

"Make me steak for dinner," Theodore ordered.

"What's the magic word," Parvati said bitterly, still, after all this time refusing to give in to his bullying and torments.

Within seconds, she found herself being blasted backwards across the room, "Don't you get fresh with me you little bitch," Theodore spat, "Now make me steak."

Parvati bit down hard on her lip as she picked herself up from the ground. Her head was throbbing from where she had hit the wall and she was fairly sure that more bruises would've arisen by morning. Tears threatened to spill over but she couldn't let Theodore see her cry, it was as sign of weakness and she was not going to have him think of her as weak.

Theodore sat down in the chair next to the fire and summoned a firewhiskey from the fridge as Parvati pulled on her apron and shakily pulled out the meat that was stocked in the fridge.

The pain in her head was slowly becoming worse and worse with every movement that she made and it took all of her willpower not to wince as she knew that Theodore's eyes were still on her, watching for any sign of weakness that he might be able to act upon.

She kept her eyes focussed on the meat that was now cooking in front of her despite the fact that she felt sick and her vision was starting to blur, she suspected that she'd suffered a bad concussion at the very least. She turned her back to Theodore on the pretence of chopping up potatoes as tears leaked out of her eyes as the pain started to become overwhelming. She didn't know how much longer she could take this.

A snuffling snore from behind her made her jump a few feet in the air as she wheeled around, brandishing the knife that she was holding, only to see Theodore grunt in his sleep again.

She breathed a sigh of relief and crouched down, putting a hand to her head and letting the tears flow as silently as she could. Theodore falling asleep was a rare luxury and Parvati was determined to make the most of it. She moved her hands from her head and surveyed them underneath the light. They glistened with blood.

Making sure that the steak was still cooking on the stove and that Theodore was most definitely asleep, she slipped up the hall to the bathroom, where she kept a small first aid kit for treating the bruises and cuts that she received from her brutal marriage to Theodore.

Wincing, she poured water over her head to clean the wound and proceeded to dab it with an alcohol wipe until it stopped stinging. She had trained herself to live with pain. It was her friend now, a friend that constantly hurt her.

She didn't know what else she could do. She wasn't a healer and the most she knew about treating injuries was putting a Band-Aid on a scrape.

Thinking that she'd better not risk her luck, she darted back into the kitchen relieved to see that Theodore was still snoring away in his chair. She quickly set about cooking an adjacent dinner for herself for later. She never ate with Theodore and he always decided what she would eat.

She quickly mashed up one of the cooked potatoes, mixed with mayonnaise and shovelled into her mouth quickly; she placed the other two in the cupboard underneath the sink with the vegetables that she had gathered for her dinner.

She could hear Theodore's breathing become less deep and knew that he was about to wake up. Her head throbbing painfully, she quickly flipped the steak onto a plate and put a few peas around the side as Theodore slowly came to….

"See you mate," Dean said to Seamus as he stood at the door to their – now Dean's – apartment, "You're welcome back here any time."

"Thanks," Seamus smiled, shaking Dean's hand.

"Good luck with Lavender," Dean said as Seamus picked up his suitcase, "and try not to get her pregnant, you're only twenty-one."

Seamus punched Dean rather forcefully on his shoulder, "Don't make me hurt you," he said seriously, "that's not something that we should joke about at all."

"Why?" Dean asked, "Are you planning on it?"

"No!" Seamus said, "God you're impossible."

The horn sounded from Lavender's car down at the road.

"That's me," Seamus said starting to head off towards the stairs.

"Have fun," Dean said, raising one hand in farewell as Seamus disappeared down the stairs. Just like that, he was gone.

Dean headed back inside his apartment. It was cleaner than it had been in three years. It was only now that he was gone did Dean realise that the mess he was so often embarrassed about was all Seamus' and Seamus owned half the amount of things that Dean did.

Seamus had been gone from the apartment plenty of times before, but it was something about the knowledge that he wasn't coming back to live that made Dean slightly sad. The two of them had been roommates ever since they were eleven years old and to suddenly not have a roommate made the apartment feel large and empty, despite how small it was.

Dean didn't know how to feel, he was happy that he finally had his own space, but sad that Seamus was gone.

He walked over to the cupboards and grabbed one a fizzing whisbee out of the jar on the top shelf and popped it into his mouth, savouring the taste.

It was only then that he realised that he didn't know what to do with himself now that he had nobody to speak to or interact with. He never ate fizzing whsibees when it wasn't a special occasion.

It was silent, almost too silent and Dean hadn't been around silence ever. He had an older sister and two younger ones, he had always had some sort of noise penetrating his eardrums.

I flicked his wand at the wizarding wireless which immediately turned itself on and tuned into the nearest wizarding radio station, which happened to beThe Comedy Hour with Lee Jordan.

This will have to do, Dean thought, for now.

Parvati was an expert at making her mind drift apart from her body. So much so that she was only just aware that her body was being violated. Tonight, however, she couldn't manage to separate her mind from her body and she felt everything.

Theodore's mouth was all over her face, kissing her hungrily as he fondled her breasts. Parvati struggled and struggled, but her attempts were futile – he was much too strong for her.

Her arms were pinned to her sides and her legs were being forced apart by Theodore's other wondering hand. She knew what was coming next and she knew that it wasn't going to be pleasant, it never was.

She tried to force her mind to go elsewhere, to think of happy thoughts and good times before this stupid marriage law had been introduced but it didn't work, it was almost like there was something blocking it from happening.

"Do you reckon you could say something?" Theodore said as he thrust in and out quickly, "Honestly, it's like I'm rooting a corpse or something."

Parvati grunted slightly as she moved her leg inwards a little bit, positioning it right under his groin, a plan formulating in her head as she did so. She knew why she couldn't make her imagination take her away. It was the stupid gash on the back of her head, but the stupid gash had also made her realise something else, instead of lying down and taking it with only minimal struggle, she could try and run away. It might fail, but nothing could be worse than the conditions that she was living in now, could they and besides, with the running away option she had a fifty percent chance at freedom.

She waited until Theodore had hit his climax and pulled out of her. Seconds afterwards she pulled her knee up and into his groin as fast and as hard as she could.

He let out a loud yell and rolled off her, clutching at his balls. Sitting up, Parvati swung her fist into his temple, feeling her knuckles bruising in the process, it payed off, however because after a few seconds, Theodore lapsed into unconsciousness.

Feeling slightly triumphant, Parvati scrambled around the room for her clothes. She pulled them on quickly, not stopping to turn her shirt around the right way – she didn't know when Theodore might wake up again.

She ran for the door, only stopping to grab Theodore's wand. A wand for a wand she thought menacingly as she twirled the stick of wood in between her fingers, making sure that the piece of paper that had Dean's address on it was still in her pocket.

She knew exactly where she was going from here.

AN: Apologies for suckyness! This is really just a filler chapter because I really don't know where I'm going with this… and I'm really really tired so it wasn't going to be much good anyway.

I would really appreciate it if you could take the time to review and please don't favourite/alert without reviewing :)

Also, I'm considering bumping this up to an M rating because I'm not sure what will make its way in here now... we'll see what the next chapter brings.

Until Next Time

~The Original Horcrux~