Unloved (Marauders Era)

Chapter One- Waiting

Original Edit: May 22 2014
Updated Edit: Dec 8 2020

A/N I wrote this at school during math, and science :P got some weird looks from some guys in my science group so YAY! I broke the rules, so badass right? Even though no one reads this, I own nothing but Emma and people I make up.

Trigger Warning: This story includes depression, self harm, abuse, and many other factors. Most chapters are not recommended to read if reader suffers from depression or any other mental health problems. 

There will be a warning in the beginning of chapters that include anything listed above.

~AwesomePegacorn

Silence. Something Emma only gets once a day, when he's out. For some people, silence would be unbearable. For Emma, it was a blessing. She stood up shakily, the newest beating was the just from the night before and it was no different from the ones before.

It stated with a kick to the back of her knees to make her fall. Then, a slap to the face followed a punch in the stomach. He'd never forget the, "You useless bitch! Get up, get the hell up!" as he pulls on her long blonde hair. Most times, she was almost certain that her hair was ripped the hair from her scalp.

When he pulls on her hair, Emma always tries to not scream, or make any noise really. She just let's the tears glide down her tanned face. Then when he throws her down, gets a good few kicks into her, and spits at her feet, Emma can finally succumb to the darkness and forget the nightmare she just lived through.

Emma was glad that he had a twelve hour shift today. It wasn't something to celebrate though, she had to clean up his messes. Emma was required to make his bed, clean is room, sweep the floors, clean the bathroom, prepare his dinner... the list sometimes goes on forever, depending on what state he left the house in after her nightly beatings.

Emma always wished that her mother never got tortured to insanity. Her beautiful, charming, caring mother. Charlotte Loren was a gifted witch with her soft almond coloured skin and beautiful tightly coiled hair. She was determined to show her sweet daughter - her pride and joy- everything and anything she wanted. She would make items appear out of thin air or pour water straight from her wand, even lift heavy objects with a simple flick of her wrist. Life was simple when she was around. He was even kind.

But not anymore. Not since she wss attacked two years ago. After that horrible day, Emma was stuck in the house with him while Charlotte stayed locked up in a wizard hospital, St. Mungo's. Emma had visited her sometimes, when he allowed it. Magic was not welcomed in their home anymore, not since that day. He hated anything that reminded him of her. Maybe that's why Emma's father barely visits her anymore. Or it could be the fact that Charlotte doesn't speak and barely moves when they visit. Emma bet it was both.

Charlotte had been more excited for Emma stood start Hogwarts than Emma had ever been. Before she was tortured into insanity, she had already gathered up textbooks and robes, left all her old potions equipment in a trunk all for her young daughter. Now that the time was here, Emma was finally excited to go to Hogwarts; the place her mother used to talk about all the time.

It was a surprise to her when he said she was going. Emma was sure he would have ripped up the letter- burned it even -before considering allowing her to go. But at breakfast a month ago, an owl tapped on the window and dropped her Hogwarts letter on the table with a soft "hoo" before flying out of there. Her father sat stoic, watching Emma grab the letter with tentative hands and read it. All she did was look at him with her wide eyes and he nodded,

"Gets you out of the house for half the year. At least you can be useless for someone else."

Emma walked quietly out of the living room, and into the downstairs powder room. When he had friends over, she didn't exist. She was thrown in the basement, and told not to make loud noises or to touch anything. God forbid she breathed the wrong way in front of her father some days, it was hell on earth for Emma.

Emma looked in the mirror and saw the red mark on her face. The exact outline of a hand on her right cheek. It had stopped stinging about an hour ago, but she still felt a dull ache pulsing through it. She avoided looking herself in her light green eyes- an unfortunate trait she had gotten from her father. Instead, she closed her eyes and channeled all of her energy into picturing her skin being flawless. When she opened her eyes, her cheek was back to its normal tanned colour. It wasn't a surprise to Charlotte when Emma was able to change her appearance without even noticing, Metamorphagus' supposedly ran in her family. It was, however,  a horrible shock to her father when Emma's mouth transformed into a duck bill.

Emma walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where a calendar hung on a cupboard.
"Today's August 29," Emma whispered to herself happily, "Three more days till Hogwarts." She backed up from the calendar and returned to her work. She needed to finish before he came back home. The man that was meant to protect her, her own father, was the one who did this to her daily. Emma kept her spirits up, however, since she as going to be leaving soon anyway.

All she had to do was get through the next two days.

A/N First chapter, my friend edited it so thanks Kat! Thanks to whoever commented on the prologue, and again, if you like this story comment! Goodbye!