My Mute Life (Fred x OC) Book 1

Chapter 2

I shivered in the corner of the cold, damp, basement. The cement floor was ice cold, and the walls were a dark green, making the room seem even darker than it was, and it didn't help that the only source of light was a small lightbulb giving off the least amount of light possible.
I knew they would be home any minute now, and I shuddered at the thought of what they would do to me.

I heard the slam of a door and the stomping of footsteps. I shrank back into the shadows as the basement door flew open. Standing at the top of the stairs was Eric and his father, Sebastian Malfoy.

They both sauntered down the stairs, and Eric stepped up to me.

"Hello beautiful," he crooned. "We're back."

"Stand up!" Sebastian Malfoy barked.

Shaking from head to toe, I slowly stood. I saw Eric looking me up and down, lust overflowing in his eyes. In one quick motion, he pushed me against the wall and pinned my wrists above my head. He unbuttoned my shirt, and eyed my bra longingly. He glanced at Sebastian, who shook his head.

Eric moved to the side, still pinning my wrists, and Sebastian pulled out a large, sharp knife. He stepped forwards and pressed the knife to my stomach, hard enough to draw blood. He started carving a word into my skin. I writhed in pain.

Then, Sebastian flipped me around, so I was facing the wall. Eric pulled off the rest of my shirt. Sebastian started carving another word into my back. I was in agony, writhing around like a fish out of water. 

Finally, he was done, but he didn't let go of me yet. He slipped down my shorts, leaving me in the only undergarments they had given me. My bra was lacy and skin tight, barely see through. My underwear was also lacy, and it was VERY see through. They left me there, nearly naked, and bleeding, tears streaming down my cheeks.

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Gasping for breath, I sat up quickly, finally waking up from the nightmarish memory that haunted me every night.

"Bad dream?" A voice said, startling me even more, if that was even possible. I looked over to the source of the voice, and there was Dumbledore, sitting in a chair, twirling a stick between his fingers. 

I smiled. I could barely believe that I was going to a school of magic! I wanted to learn everything! I hope I wasn't too far behind, seeing that I wasn't raised in a magical environment. 

"I shall wait outside your room, while you get ready. If you remember, I am taking you to Diagon Alley to get your school supplies." I nodded, ecstatic, and Dumbledore stepped outside, closing the door swiftly behind him.

I threw on a pair of slightly frayed jean shorts, and a purple tank top, brushed my teeth and hair, braiding it quickly but neatly, and left my room after grabbing my paper and pencil, meeting Dumbledore outside.

"Ah, you're ready, good," he said upon my appearance. "If you will take my arm, I shall apparate us there." I must have looked as confused as I felt, for Dumbledore said, "I suppose you could think it as teleportation."

My confusion put to rest, I placed my hand in the crook of his arm and there was a loud crack. It felt as though I was being squeezed into a very tight tube, I could barely breathe, and I couldn't see a whit. Finally, the sensation stopped, and I gagged so as not to throw up. "You did very well for your first time apparating. Most people throw up," Dumbledore said, sounding slightly amused at my reaction. "Welcome, Miss. Dawn, to Diagon Alley!"

I looked around in amazement.

The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons — All Sizes — Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver — Self-Stirring — Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them.