Always Find You

TW: violent depiction's of abuse and attempted rape please read with caution if you feel uncomfortable you may skip this chapter

Violet Black

It had been nearly three months since Tom and I made amends. Things were good. I was happy with him again.

I sat through Charms, History of Magic, and Care of Magical Creatures with Abraxas, Cassie, and Tom until we head to lunch and sit at the long Slytherin house table; listening to Headmaster Dippet go on about how Hagrid seemingly was expelled and removed from the school.

As the food appeared on the tables the owls bring the mail and the post.

A large brown tawny owl that belong to Cygnus and I swept over my head and perched on my shoulder, dropping a rolled up newspaper onto the table and into my mashed potatoes.

"Thank you Pixie." I say sarcastically and gently pet her on the wings as she hoots and flutters away.

I wipe the mashed potatoes off the newspaper and notices that it had smudged some of the words off.

"What's on the Prophet today?" Cassie asks as she twists her fork around her spaghetti and shoves it in her mouth.

"Probably same old shit.." Abraxas says blankly as he stares at his girlfriend beside him. Admiringly; even though she was an incredibly messy eater.

Tom slides his hand onto my thigh and gently rubs up and down as he looks over my shoulder onto the newspaper. I flip through the pages until I notice a huge heading...

Pollux Black escapes from Azkaban Prison he is a highly dangerous wizard and currently cannot be tracked. If encountered - do with ease and caution - highly unpredictable since drawn insane by the dementors that guard the prison. Pollux Black has been charged with numerous accounts of Abuse and torturing of muggles as well as muggle born wizards. It seems he had help escaping from several outside sources who are still unknown. If you have any information on the whereabouts of Pollux Black contact the Ministry of Magic or proper authorities Immediately ...

My breath hitches as I read the article, my face turning pale with fear. I stare at it for a few seconds in awe. I felt the breathe leave my lungs as my head fill with the memories of my father and I.

My heart rate increased rapidly as I felt my hands begin to shake. Tom looks over my shoulder, scanning the article and squeezing harder onto my thigh, comfortingly.

"Violet? - are you okay love?" His voice sounded distant. Blood was rushing into my brain and all I could hear was my heart beat rapidly beating against my chest.

I felt the walls begin to cave in, as I began hyperventilating.

"Violet - Violet -" I distantly hear Cassie, Abraxas, and Tom's muffled voices.

And then everything went black.

****

4 years ago - 13 years old.

"Dad!! Stop!! What - what did I do?!!" I yell as he continues dragging me through the halls by my hair.

I struggle against his grip, tugging and scratching at his hands. He finally releases his grip; tossing me onto the cold wooden flooring of Grimmauld Place.

I sat on the floor balling as I rubbed my head where he had ripped my hair. "I'm sorry.." I whimper, although I wasn't completely sure what I was apologizing for . He stands, towering over me with rage etched all over his expressions.

His pale face doomed in the dim lights, scowling and smiling evilly down at me. My eyes stung from the tears pouring out and my hands shook as if they had tremors. I tried desperately to slow my breathing but my chest rose and fell rapidly as he inched closer and closer to me.

He bends down so his face leveled with mine.

He laughs maliciously as he grip my chin, forcing me to look into his stone cold dark brown eyes. His fingers were cold and hard as they pressed into my chin bone. I was worried I had already started to bruise; attempting to struggle away from his grip.

"I am going to fucking kill you. Just you fucking wait." He laughs again.

I sat quiet, darting my eyes around at the portraits doing absolutely nothing; silently pleading for them to call my brother who was out at the moment.

"I will never understand what makes you so fucking special - how you wear her face everyday yet... you killed her with your fucking existence! Why couldn't she have lived?! Huh?!" He screams in my face.

He was talking about my mother - he always hated me because I reminded him of her. The resemblance was striking... but she died after she had Cygnus and I. He blamed me... more than Cygnus.

"You took everything from me!!  You deserve nothing but fucking pain!" He continues, raging.

I say nothing.

He violently releases me; pushing me down flat on my back against the carpet that covered our wood floors. My head hit hard against the floor as my vision went blurry for a moment -

I felt a sharp pain against my jaw as I noticed blood dripping from my nose. I attempted to crawl away, but he gripped roughly onto my ankles; pulling me closer to him. Continuing to slap and punch me across the face. I clawed at his fists, attempting to get him to stop.

He grips onto my waist; pausing and eyeing my body up and down. "You even have her body..." He says maliciously. "So soft and  vulnerable - I could never get enough ..." He continues. He strokes my hair, his demeanor immediately shifting to something way more vicious. "And her hair -" He hisses as he leans down and sniffs my hair.

I felt his hot breathe fanning against my neck. His breath reeked of Fire Whiskey. I clenched my fists next to my hips. I couldn't move as his body pressed against mine.

I blocked him out. Trying to brace myself for whatever he would do next.

He tugs at my pants as I scream, trying to push him off. But every time I tried he would hit harder. "Stop! Dad! Please! Please! Please Stop!!" I scream, my voice cracking in between each word through my painful sobs.

His hits become harder; so much so that my eyes began to puff so much I couldn't see anymore. I could barely feel the blood that was dripping from my lips and nose, but I knew it was there; I could taste it on my tongue.

He grips onto my wrists, preventing me from scratching his eyes out with my nails. My pants were at my ankles, I felt the cold air piercingly through my skin, as I shut my knees closed. 

He pried them open as I scream significantly louder, yet it didnt seem to be doing much... 

I hear a door slam behind me but I couldn't see who had entered. I nearly fell asleep. Slipping in and out of consciousness.

My fathers body was no longer on top of mine, but I lay still in shock.

I heard muffled voices and vaguely saw bright lights traveling around the room. My head felt like it was going to explode at any minuet. 

"What the fuck are you doing to her!!"

"Cygnus - you are intruding son -"

"Shut the fuck up! I am no son of yours! Disgusting piece of shit! I am going to throw you in Azkaban! Finally!"

"You're bluffing - you would never give your father over to that horrible prison -"

"Fucking try me!"

"I am going to kill her - whether or not I get thrown in there... You dont know how it feels seeing your mothers face copied onto her and she is the reason she is dead ... matter of fact I should kill you too."

"Stupefy!"

Thud.

I woke in a hospital bed. Healers standing around me, conjuring towels and potions to help the swelling in my eyes and the bleeding in nose and lips.

I flutter my eyes open as they began working on my broken ribs. I notice my brother leaning against my bed his head leaning against my arm.

"What are you doing?" I ask softly, my throat was dry and scratched.

He immediately looks up at me, "Violet -" He says a hint of darkness in his tone. He grips my hand tightly, "He's in Azkaban dont worry." He says softly, smiling at me.

"Where are we going to go?" I ask, flinching at the healers touching my bare skin.

"Malfoy's, he agreed to let us stay - his mum said she would gladly take us in."

I nod.

****

I finally fluttered my eyes open, I looked around at the three Slytherins towering over me; worry etched across their faces.

We were still in the Great Hall but I had fallen onto the floor.

Tom runs his finger across my cheek, "Violet? You fainted..." He says softly. "Are you okay baby?" He asks softly.

I sit up, rubbing my head. "Uh - I -" I stutter dazed. I was still trying to put things into perspective.

Abraxas leans down to me and grips my hand in his, "Do you want to owl Cygnus?" He asks.

I nod, unable to spill out words.

The boys lift me as Cassie nervously follows behind us to the Slytherin Commons.

As we got to the common room I sat at a table with a fresh piece of parchment and a quill. I write my brother ...

Cygnus,

I am coming to the Manor right now.

Love, Violet

I fold the parchment and send it off with Pixie whispering to her to bring it to Malfoy Manor. She hoots and flutters off into the light blue, cloud filled sky. 

I began thinking how it could be such a beautiful day when my father had escaped from a supposedly  'High Security Prison' 

Bullshit.

I straighten the collar of my shirt, nervously. "I have to  - uh -apparate - to the manor." I say quietly to Tom.

He looks down at me, worried. "I - if you are going to run - I want to know I will be able to find you." 

"I am not sure if I could risk anyone knowing where I am - he will kill anyone who gets in his way of killing me."

"I need to know when you are in trouble Violet. He is not going to kill me." 

"You cant be sure of that. I dont know what I would do if I lost you Tom." 

He cups my cheek, softly stroking my jaw with his thumb. For the first time since I read the Prophet I felt at ease. "You are underestimating me Violet. You know by now what I am capable of, surely."

"I - I dont know." I say shakily.

"I will never let anyone hurt you Violet."

I rub my cheek against his hand that was still cupped on  my face, gently closing my eyes and opening them to look up at him. He was tensed, I could feel through his grip on my cheek. I didnt want to leave him.

"How will you find me?" I ask softly, our orbs melting into each other as we stared into each other eyes. 

He gently pulled his hand away from my face and sat next to me at the table, pulling out a piece of folded parchment. He unfolds it gently.

On it was a drawing. A skull with a snake hanging from the mouth.

I studied it before look up at him, "uh - a drawing? that's how you want to find me?"

He chuckles lightly, "It - it's a tattoo." He says softly.

"A tattoo . . ." I say, still confused.

"Yeah - I was planning on giving it to you, Cassie, Abraxas, Cygnus, and Druella. As a way of finding each other. I was going to use it for ruling the world." He says, smiling. "Remember our plan?"

I smile at him, warmth spreading across my body. "Yeah - yeah I remember." I say smiling still. "So -so how will it work?" I ask, intrigued. 

He grips my left wrist, flipping it over so that my palm was turned up. He ran his pointer finger gently down my wrist, causing goosebumps to spread along my arm. 

"When you touch it - I will come to you." He explains, still running his finger up and down my arm.  "Just press your finger at the top of the skull. And I will be there." He continues.

"Okay - " I say softly, taking in his every feature if it did happen to be the last time I saw him.

"I will always be able to find you. With this." He repeats. "It might hurt - when I put it on." 

"It's okay ju- just do it. I need to get the manor - to my brother." I say, frantically.

"Okay - sit still." He says, gripping my forearm tighter and reaching for his wand. I shift in my seat a little as the coldness of the wooden wand come in contact with my skin.

He presses his wand deeper into my forearm as the ink spreads against it. It stung as it seeped into my veins and became longer down my forearm. 

I wince as the pain increases. Taking a sharp breath in as the final touches were put on the snakes head.

"I'm sorry love -" He whispers, still pressing his wand deep into my arm. I nearly thought I might pass out.

I gasp as it finally was finished and he pulls his wand away. " Fuck It - It stings Tom." I say, wincing.

He rubs it with his hand, soothingly. "I know baby I'm sorry. But at least now I will always be able to find you when you are in trouble. Yeah?"

My eyes soften a little. "Yeah." I say looking down at the mark that was engraved into my left forearm. 

"I guess you're officially stuck with me now Violet." He says jokingly as he pulls my hand into his, and leaning down to kiss the mark he left.

I laugh as his lips came in contact with the black ink. He trailed kisses down the mark and pulled my hand up to him, kissing the top of my hand. 

"You marked me - I suppose I am stuck with you now." I say rolling my eyes, jokingly. 

He laughs against my palm, "I love you Violet." 

I smile at him, my eyes sparkling. "I love you too." 

I say my goodbyes to Tom, Cassie and Abraxas. And to Leo. Before apparating to the Manor. 

As I arrived, Cygnus and Druella were already standing at the doors of the manor. They looked like they had aged significantly even though it had only been about five or six months since we last say each other.

Cygnus was wearing a black suit with his hair elegantly toppled over his forehead. Druella looked exhausted, her eyes were dark and she looked beat. She also seemed to be pregnant, again.

I run up to them, pulling them both into an embrace. Druella strokes my hair, "Violet, baby. We missed you so fucking much." She says as we  pull away from our hug.

"I cant stay long - I - I have to get out of England." I say shakily, still gripping tightly onto my brother and Druella's hands.

"We know -" Cygnus says blankly.

"I want to see my niece." I demand as I strut into the manor. Druella and Cygnus trail behind me. 

"She is so much work Violet - I barely sleep anymore. Miss Malfoy helps a lot though. Cygnus barely does shit-" She explains, exhaustedly as she takes me up to the nursery. 

"I do plenty -" Cygnus exclaims. "Besides Violet - if you haven't noticed we have another one on the way." He continues.

"Sounds like him- and I have noticed - you guys sure do like to get busy." I say jokingly, opening the door to the nursery. 

I walk up to the crib in the centre of the room. In it lie a dark, curly haired, sleeping baby girl. "Oh. My. Merlin. Shes so so beautiful." I say trying not to squeal with excitement of how much she looks like me.

"Her name is Bella. Bellatrix." Cygnus says as he stands next to me. I coo at the tiny baby and smile at her. 

"She got the good genes I see . . ." I say mockingly toward my brother. Cygnus scoffs.

"She has so much hair. She's so cute." I say, absolutely smitten by the sight of my niece.

Druella walks over, picking the small baby up and into her arms. Bella's eyes flutter open and she yawns with her tiny little lips opening and closing. 

"She surely knows how to keep her mother up - that's for sure. But her cuteness makes up for it I suppose." She says as she cradles Bellatrix in her arms. 

We spent nearly two more hours cooing and fawning over my brothers new baby until finally I head off to my bedroom.

It was hard to sleep, knowing my father was out of prison and he was almost certainly looking for me.  To kill me. 

And for what? Because I look like my mum? Because I wore her face around all day, when she had died giving birth to me? I felt guilty enough. 

I had to leave the next morning.