What Life Was Like In Hell

Not long after the new scarlette was born, the man had stumbled back home in a drunken stupor. He made lots of noise trying to get to his room and he had no care for how loud he was. The man was so absorbed with himself that he has no care for others. No care that he rapes a bound helpless house-elf often enough that she ended up pregnant and birthing his two children. However, he will forever deny them as his.

It's not that bad, though, for even the children hate him just as equally. Feeling's mutual bastard.

The young boy of two years stayed awake all of the night in order to watch over his 'mother' and 'newborn' sister. There were many a times in which he wished so desperately that he could just fall asleep like his younger sister; however, his mind would supply, in detail, the reason as to why he stays awake.

And that reason had just stumbled through the front door of their prison.

But was it really a prison? Couldn't they just walk out the door and leave this place behind? It was a simple solution, but that would only get them out of there. They still needed shelter and supplies. They needed the basics so they could survive; and right now with a little toddler's body, the boy wouldn't be able to do a damn thing for them no matter how hard it hurt to stand on the sidelines and let shit hit the fan.

'I can protect.' He told himself. He could do everything within his capabilities to protect what he loves. Even if he has to take their place.

The stomping of footsteps across wooden floorboards broke him out of his trance and he snapped himself into attention. He held his sister closer to him and she shifted in her sleep to bury her face in his clothed torso. She took a deep breath in and released it with a large sigh. That's when the man finally walked––more like stumbled and almost fell––in the room where the three of them were.

He grabbed onto the doorway and leaned against it in order to support himself. "W'ere th' fuck's that li'l bitch, she suppose' ta have th' house cleaned!" The man struggled through his words.

The young boy could feel his ire for the man rise with every slurred word. "She is resting from a very tiring day." He ground out through his teeth in response. The man didn't seem to like the answer that he got from the boy.

"That bitch brings shame t' th' Selwyn name. Sh' tryn' to bring it down by makin' me look bad in public!"

'You yourself is bringing shame to your "oh so precious" last name that I don't give two shits about.' The boy thought to himself, though he dared not say it. It would bring harm to his sister and 'mother'. No. He would not risk it. "Copper was in labor nearly all day. She gave birth to another baby at around 1 o'clock this morning."

It was then that the man finally noticed the small bundle in the boy's arms. It seems that some of the alcohol was leaving his system because he started to become a little more sober while he heavily cringed at the thought of the young house-elf having another baby. "She had another one?! That bitch can't keep her legs closed can she!" He roared.

"She didn't open them willingly you bastard. You forced yourself on her and this is the result." The deep redhead retorted. Apparently, that had been the thing to not say because the next thing he knew he was on the floor clutching a screaming 'newborn' so very close to himself again while his face burned. It wasn't like a slap burn. No, no. It was a white-hot searing pain that came with your flesh being sliced open with a blade.

The man had pulled out a wand and had tried to cast an unforgivable curse on the boy only for his slurred words to mess it up and send a partial cutting curse instead. But the damage had been done.

The boy had dropped the 'newborn' girl onto the nearby makeshift bed and pressed his hand over his right eye. The eye had been completely slashed through and blown apart along with some slashes to the bottom and top eyelid. He screamed in pain and blood slipped between his fingers where he slapped his other hand over it as well to try and stop the bleeding––but to no avail.

The 'newborn girl was screaming in rage that the man would do such a thing; however, she was also crying for her brother because she could hear his pain. She's still working with the new body and she can't actually see anything clearly, much less with color. She hates it.

The house-elf that had previously been resting from giving a difficult birth awoke to the screams of her new child and she was quick to take her into her arms and start trying to calm her down until she noticed the man standing in the room. Her face morphed from motherly concern to purely terrified and filled with the utmost of horror in her eyes.

She looked towards her son when she heard his screams as well and saw that he was hunched down on one knee, holding one side of his face. She thought that he was only slapped because he was so young. She also believed that her master wouldn't hurt children.

How wrong she would find she would soon be.

The man seemed satisfied with his so-called 'work' and plastered a smug grin all over his infuriating face before he opened his mouth and spoke in the most haughty voice one could ever speak in. "Do you see what happens when you talk back? Do you understand what I'm willing to do to you should you step out of line, boy? You would do well to remember this and teach your sibling spawn of this as well. I will have no creature––" He spat the word, "––ruining my reputation as one of the sacred twenty-eight." He hissed before he stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him. Copper flinched at the sound.

After some odd amount of time where Copper the house-elf managed to calm down the 'newborn' girl and the boy could comprehend past the pain, Copper had helped him bandage his eye up with some spare scrap cloth material ripped from some old shirts. She had gasped and threw her hands over her mouth when she finally saw the damage done to her son's face.

The damage was irreparable and would leave permanent scarring. So the boy began to train his fringe over his right eye to cover it. Not because he was ashamed––he would do it all over again to keep his sister safe––but he wanted to keep from people staring at him and asking questions he doubts he could answer. He also hated that his 'mother' would constantly stare at his covered and bandaged eye in guilt until he told her that he chose this consequence. This wasn't her fault; however, she would turn it around and say that it was because she brought him into this world where he would be treated as such.

Over the next few months, the young redhead had developed a personal schedule that he followed to the letter. Whenever the man was awake and causing chaos throughout the house, the boy stayed awake and kept a vigilant eye on his sister in order to protect her. When the man was out, he would allow himself to take brief naps.

He learned after the few times that his sister would scream his eardrums raw when she saw that he wasn't sleeping––opting to take watch over her 24/7 when he didn't need to. Whenever the man did come to punish the house-elf Copper, the young boy would step in and he would take her punishment for her. The man would never touch the 'baby' girl. Mostly because he couldn't. The boy wouldn't let him.

The 'newborn' girl, who isn't so 'newborn' anymore––more like a few months old, hated that she would make messes in her diapers when she was already toilet trained just months ago. Why couldn't she be automatically trained! Curse those bladder muscles that won't listen to her! She glared at a particular spot between her legs.

The boy, who was in the room at that current time, laughed at the face that she made. "You made a mess in your pants again didn't you?" He asked it, but it sounded more like a statement. She scowled at him from where she was lying down on a tattered mat and blew a raspberry at him.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Let's get you changed now." If there was one thing that the siblings never had to endure before, it was changing each other's diapers. The boy had been toilet trained just before he turned two years old. He was thankful that he was a male because it made it so much easier to train himself. His sister, however, was having some difficulty.

He knows she despises the feeling of a wet and messy cloth diaper. It's just the muscles that are causing her the issues. Well, that, and the fact that they have to sneak around the house so that the man doesn't blow up on them.

The bathroom is on the other side of the house. The only one they can use.

So as the boy is changing the 'months' old girl, he did his best to not look as much as he could so his sister didn't feel as uncomfortable. Said female had her head turned facing the wall and was babbling slightly incoherent words that sounded much like the periodic table of elements.

Toilet training wasn't the only problem the young female had.

For all things holy she hated being a baby.

It was a few more months later that she found out reasons to love being a baby. For one, she wasn't expected to do any of the chores that her 'mother' and sometimes brother had to do. The girl remembers fondly of when her brother deliberately pulled a prank on their 'father' in retaliation for his treatment towards them.

Her brother and her were quietly standing in the living room where their 'father' was sitting, hunched over, on a green plush chair. It was not a bright green; nor was it light. It was dark with hints of silver. They sat and waited for the perfect moment to strike.

And there it was. The boy aimed and readied using his sister's mathematical calculations with parabolas and their 'father's' mouth fell open as he began to snore. The young scarlette let certain muscles relax. Oh, what a glorious moment it was.

A small stream made its way out and into the man's gaping mouth. It most certainly made it in. The scarlette siblings threw their hands over their mouths to try and stifle their giggling.

Then the man swallowed. That had set them off roaring in laughter, which in turn had woken their 'father'. It had taken the man a moment to comprehend what had just happened and why these two 'little brats' were laughing their little asses off. He could taste something strange in his mouth and out of the corner of his eye he saw the boy quickly stuffing something back into his pants and he finally made the connection after a moment.

"Oh shit." Her brother had said after realizing what was about to happen.

"Run." She said in her little baby voice.

With the time it took for the man to get angry and up from the chair, the male scarlette had grabbed his little sister firmly from under her armpits and lifted her up into his arms. He proceeded to wrap his left arm under her butt so his forearm supported her from underneath and held her leg close to his side with his left hand. His right forearm pressed against her back where he was able to use his elbow to keep her arm in place. His right wrist was placed behind the nape of her neck and where his wrist met his hand was sandwiched between the base of her skull and the nape of her neck. The boy's right hand cradled and pressed her head into the curve between his neck and shoulder. Then he ran.

He ran like the dickens were after him. 'Well, I mean, that man is a dick so…' The boy thought as he ran down a few hallways. He randomly went in different directions to confuse the drunken man that was chasing after him with his laughing sister in his arms.

Every time the thought of what they had planned out working successfully crossed her mind she would go into another out of laughter and she couldn't really stop herself because she was enjoying their victory. However petty it may have been.

Their short euphoric victory was just that. Short. With all the random running that the young boy had been doing––along with focusing on making sure he didn't drop his sister––he had gotten them into a dead end, in which their 'father' had caught up to the two and cornered them in an unnamed hallway to nowhere.

The two's screams in the basement were never heard by anyone except each other, and the man that tortured them.

It was the first time that the boy couldn't protect his sister. He couldn't protect her. He failed. The man had laid a hand on her and he FAILED. The man had punished her by nearly taking her voice away. The very thing she had used to mock the man with.

One of the very things she had loved, and continues to love, about herself. The amount of blood lost, tears shed, voices screamed––they knew nothing and no one would come and save them.

They would have to save themselves.

The female scarlette was just re-learning to walk; and as she was walking with her nearly 'three' year old brother helping her. She was closing in on a year being in this world and her brother was whispering a plan in her ears. She was finally feeling a sense of hope that they could make it. That they will survive.

He gazed at her warmly as her chubby baby legs worked themselves in stumbling patterns and she got more excited the more he whispered to her.

"Once you are able to run again, little sister. We will flee from this wretched place and survive out there in the streets if we have to. We'll take Copper with us too." He told her.

So she started working harder at learning how to walk again. She would stay up late no matter how tired she was. She would practice as she watched over her brother's sleeping form and she began to get better and better. During those times she was toilet training herself and would force herself to hold it all in for as long as she could to develop the muscles and make the process go by faster.

Eventually, it came to the time where the sibling's little scheming started becoming full, all-out planning. They never told Copper because she was obligated to tell her master anything about stuff like this. They didn't realize that their opportunity to escape was going to be so soon.

Nor did they know it would come at such a price.

They came in the middle of the night. Fast and swift, but also loud and obvious. It was so abrupt and loud that it caused the young boy to jump out of bed and he immediately took a defensive stance in front of where his sister slept. She woke up at the second bang when the front door downstairs hit the floor. They both got up and opened the door by just a crack and watched what was happening. Copper was cowering in a dark corner of the room.

"We must find Baron Selwyn! He is a dangerous Death Eater so be on your guard! Spread out in the teams we discussed!" They heard a gravelly voice shout out and command the others that were with him. The man, Baron, was quickly captured by some wizards and witches that came storming in. He wasn't that hard to catch considering that he was dead asleep drunk off his ass in bed. He wasn't asleep for long.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?! Get your filthy unworthy hands off of me?!" They dragged him out kicking and screaming, all alcohol seemingly gone from his system at the sign of danger.

"We're taking you in, Selwyn. For all the crimes you have committed!" Yelled one Wizard with his wand aimed at the struggling Baron.

"I didn't do anyth-!" Baron tried to say but was cut off by a simple silencing spell.

"Save it for the Wizengamot, Selwyn. You've already been outed by one of your own!" Growled the one with the gravelly voice. The siblings vaguely recognized him with his peg leg. He didn't have as many scars as they knew him to have, but that seems to come with time.

The siblings took this moment of distraction and tried to get Copper to come with them as they tried sneaking out the window. The house-elf was refusing to move saying, "I is bound to the master. I cannot leave. The master's fate is Copper's fate. But Copper's childs' are not bound to him. They is free to go. They is free to live." The siblings both paused and the girl being the more emotional one started to tear up.

"No leave behind." She had forced out in a croaked whisper. The house-elf had shaken her head.

"Go be free. My childses, be free from heres." The mother had tried to persuade them to leave without her, but they weren't listening to her. She didn't know how to be firm with children. She never was that confident and firm against her master.

Their hiding place had become exposed when the man with a gravelly voice examined the area where he could hear voices with his artificial magical eye. He stomped towards the cracked wasted door and threw it open––expecting to see more death eaters––only to reveal two toddlers and a house-elf.

"What the hell?" The Auror had questioned in disbelief. "What are a couple of kids doing here?" He asked, somewhat shocked. He never expected mere children to be here. At least, none that looked like the target they were sent to retrieve. The report he had read about the man he was sent to capture said nothing about any children in the building. House elf wasn't so surprising since most, if not all, pureblood families had house-elves. The man stopped.

At the sight of another man bust into the room, Copper began cowering at his appearance, the young girl couldn't do shit and it pissed her off. She literally just stared at the man in the eyes––well, eye––and the scarlette boy had stepped in front of both females in a defensive position, ready to take whatever the man dished out. However, that wasn't what made the man pause. He could take down a shrimp like the little kid no problem. It was the look in the young 'human's' eyes. They recognized him.

They knew he was Alastor "Mad-eye" Moody.

The boy opened his mouth and Moody paid more attention to him than his thoughts. He mentally kicked himself for not staying vigilant. "We're the kids of the dick you just apprehended." That wasn't language you thought would come out of a 'three-year-old's' mouth. Moody ignored the boy's language and looked back at the red-headed man he had tied up in the hallway. He could see the resemblance.

"Who's your mother?" 'Straight to the point.' the scarlette boy had thought. "Her." he simply answered, pointing at the trembling house-elf behind him.

That had caught Moody by surprise. 'Half-house elf half-human?' He questioned in his mind.

Oh how much these two will have to face in the future. He held no sympathy though, it was only fact. Moody had faced far too much in his life that having any sort of sympathy wasn't something he did. He was more...hardened to the world.

In the moment it took Moody to think even a few words, Baron Selwyn had managed to get out of his binds and steal a wand from one of the nearby Aurors. "You piece of shit, you BITCH! You ratted me out to these people!" and before anyone could blink…

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

In a sickly green light––that had bypassed the young boy just barely–– the house-elf Copper, mother of the two scarlette children: fell dead.

The little boy screamed in grief and the girl simply stared. She showed no emotion as she watched the light fade from her 'mother's' eyes. The female had to admit––she had gotten attached to Copper. Now her heart feels her aching, painful consequence.

Both children's hearts were aching. It felt like their hearts were being squeezed by a cruel hand and as if it was trying to beat right out of their chests. Oh, how painful it was. How weak and vulnerable they felt.

They never wanted to be like that ever again.

"Be free…" Copper had barely whispered to her children before her limp body smacked against the wooden floorboards with a sickening crack.

Blood spilled from the back of her head and spread across the floor. Amidst the chaos of the Aurors trying to get Baron bound again, the little 'three' year old boy picked his sister up and ran for the window. The girl just continued to stare at the body. Her brother's mind racing in how he's getting them out. He had no choice. The boy jumped through the glass of the window––shattering it––and he landed solidly on his feet and began to run as fast as his legs could take him.

All of the sudden it clicked––and the girl screamed.

"MAMAA!"

And then they were gone. Where, the Aurors could never tell you. Even they couldn't find the two children they wished to give a home to.

Moody sat at his desk, filling out the report on the capture and imprisonment of one Baron Selwyn. He was debating with himself on whether or not he should write that he had children. He usually just writes all the information that he acquires down. So why was he hesitating now? It was one little sentence. He didn't even know the children's names anyway.

They were never given one. How sad that no one cared.

After debating for a few minutes with himself, he finally wrote it down.

'There were two children in a backroom. The house-elf there confirmed that they were Baron Selwyn's biological children. She was their mother. We had a brief moment of mistake in the group where Selwyn broke free of his binds and stole a wand from one of the Aurors there. He proceeded to cast the killing curse on the house-elf. We got him back under wraps and before we could take the children into custody to question them on what was occurring in that house––they had left. The window in the room was shattered and the boy had jumped out with his most likely younger sister in his arms.

Both were no older than four years old. The girl was most probably less than two. We couldn't find them after we went searching for them a couple blocks away from the house.

The siblings were huffing and puffing from having to run so far and so fast. The boy didn't know he was subconsciously using his magic to go faster. The girl was out of breath from all the grieving she was doing. She was also berating herself because she thought herself weak for not doing a single damn thing other than scream one word. All things holy she misses being a teenager.

Both children being mentally and physically exhausted, succumbed to the "sweet" darkness of sleep right there in the cold space between two houses. Right there, on the ground.

Then the boy and girl curled up against each other in a tight hug, neither willing to let go, and their eyes finally closed in the dark of the night.