Voldemort's Daughter (Finished.)

Part 46 (1 of 2)

SARAH'S POV-AGE 6 

The woman looked down on me like she always did, her cruel sneer indifferent.  

'When will you learn?' she asked, grabbing me by the hair and tugging me through the crummy doorway and pushing me into the head's office. The woman, a lady with ice eyes and her hair tied into a tight grey bun. She watched with amusement as Sister Remi shoved me into the the cold metal chair, locking leather straps around my hands, keeping me stuck to the chair. I flinched as the head sister walked towards me, pulling out a long ruler and resting it on my knuckles.  

I cried as the first of many attacks on my hand began, the head sister hitting my hand with her ruler over and over again, hitting me relentlessly.  

But she stopped suddenly, smiling sweetly as she took a steaming cup of coffee and swallowed it in two wide gulps, letting it warm her. I snarled, trying to get out of the shackles but knew it was no good.  

'Who were you nasty to this time?' the head sister asked me, a smile still upon her face. I glared hatefully back, shaking my head. 

'No one Sister, I was framed by Jaicob, he was the one that fed Sister Remi's underwear to the dog, I didn't do a thing,' I said honestly. But the nun wouldn't believe me, like always. Jaicob was the good little orphan, always the smart one, unlike me. I was talented but I never showed it. There was something wrong with me, I did not need the extra attention. The head Sister scowled, whacking me over the knuckles again. 

'Lying is a sin Sarah... You are a sinner in the eyes of God,' she snarled, using he name I hated. Sarah was the name they'd picked for me. My original parents didn't name me, in my abandonment.  

'I don't believe in God,' I said. The nun hit me again, this time drawing blood. I howled with pain, biting my lip to avoid screaming. This was a common occurrence- Jaicob would do something and blame it on me and the the nuns would attack.  

'Please just let me be,' I whispered, wiping the blood from my face as to regain the little dignity I had. The nun smiled at me. 

'You are free to go. Tell no one of what happened.' she said softly, undoing the straps that fastened my hands to the handles of the chair. I stood and quickly hastened from the room, being careful not to come close to the retreating woman. She smiled darkly as I left, kicking the wall as I left.

These people weren't true nuns, they weren't the good of society. Why couldn't the inspectors see that? Whenever they came over if was always a pleasant affair, a break from the constant hostility, The various torture instruments and a chance to be semi-normal.  

I sat down on my mattress, watching as the older girls laughed at me. I hated them, hated them all. 

'If it isn't little Sar-bear,' one of them -a tall blonde girl- mocked, throwing a box of tissues at my face. I didn't try to stop it as it made contact, trying to be brave. One of the corners hit me square on the nose and tears poured out of my eyes against my will.  

'We should be sticking together,' one of the new girls muttered from her place in the corner. Everybody turned to her, me included. She was pretty, probably around ten years old, no doubt one of the oldest in the orphanage. There was little chance of getting adopted once you were over the age of five and everyone in this room was above that "golden" age. The blonde girl was also ten and she was the oldest as far as I knew. 

'Why do you say that?' Blondie asked the newcomer. She wouldn't be too nasty, not until she was certain of the girl's intentions. She wasn't one to dismiss a possible ally.  

'Because you should be tending to Sarah's hands, helping her, not making her life worse.' Blondie sniggered as the newgirl fixed her a sad glance. 'Just look at her! See how sad she looks, how torn up inside?' the girl continued and suddenly all eyes were on me. I met a couple of the girl's eyes and I knew what they thought of me automatically. They took one look at my pale face, oily black hair and dark eyes and thought one word; freak. And they would be right.