I opened it and inside had her fathers writing on it,
Property of:
Black ManorPossession:
Sirius Black 03/16/96__
Margot Black 04/01/96_
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__________________The pages were dusty inside, it looked like it hadn't been touched since.
I began to read the book myself.
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I found myself loving the book that I had just read. It was really good and I hadn't paused once.
I made sure to sign my name on it as well, just because I felt like it was only right.
I closed the book putting it back on its shelf and looked at Margot who was still asleep.
As tired as I was, I couldn't sleep. I felt guilty enough for everything that had been going on, I didn't want to sleep while she was like this. But I had do.
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It was the next day, I still hadn't slept. I rested my eyes here and there, but I was never asleep.
Margot had woken up and looked surprised by my presence.
She slowly sat up, I quickly stood up walking over to her making sure she was fine. "My stomach hurts." She said quietly. A sense of relief filled my body. The first thing she's said to me in days. She didn't speak at all yesterday.
"Do you need to throw up? I can help you to the bathroom." I sat in front of her on the bed.
"No. But I need to use it. And I need to shower." She wouldn't meet my eyes, it's like she was afraid to.
"I'll help you." I held out my hands which she hesitantly took and I helped her stand up.
She held her stomach where the stab wounds were stitched up and we slowly walked to the bathroom. I let her take her time.
"I'll just be outside. If you need me-"
"Can you leave the door cracked? I don't want it closed all the way." She asked as she held onto the countertop sink.
I nodded and cracked the door, waiting just outside of her bathroom.
She flushed the toilet and washed her hands for a few minutes.
"I need some clothes." She opened the door. "Oh uh- yeah I'll get you some. Give me a second." I quickly searched around her room.
I opened her drawers to see them full of her clothes. She must've not been able to come back here after Sirius died.
I pulled out a hoodie and sweatpants. I went in another drawer and pulled out a pair of underwear along with some socks.
I folded everything together and came back setting it all on the toilet seat cover. "Thank you." She said. "Someone will have to re wrap me.." she swallowed a lump in her throat looking down.
"I'll be there to help you. Remember, I'm always here for you." I said and she looked up at me with watery eyes.
I left the bathroom after I turned the shower on for her.
Margot
It took me a long time to take everything off without hurting myself, but it all hurt either way.I slowly walked into my shower, my legs weak with every step, the hot water hitting my skin. My skin burned as it wasn't used to the feeling of a shower especially with the marks on me.
I didn't want to stay in here for long, my legs were going to collapse any minute now.
It took me everything not to break down and cry again, but I did. I couldn't help it.
I scrubbed my hair with my shampoo carefully, the soap that ran down my body burned even more and I almost screamed.
Once I was done conditioning and brushing my hair, it was time to wash my body.
I had no idea how I could do this. Most parts of my body was covered in scars and cuts and wounds and bruises.
I couldn't face the fact that I had to touch myself down there to get cleaned. The place that was last touched by Dolohov. The man who had raped me.
I shakily brought my loofah to my body and scrubbed as softly as I could, I got clean but some parts were just too sensitive and still healing which had started bleeding in the shower.
I was close to giving up on cleaning myself up. I knew that no matter how many times I washed my body, I wouldn't feel the same.
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Fanfiction1/2 A rumor about Margot Black (or y/n) and Mattheo Riddle sleeping together when in reality, they hated each other with a passion and wanted to be as far away from each other as they could. Margot Black, a sixth year Slytherin who had suffered the...