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The Dove; Distressed	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor the characters, and I do not make any money doing this.

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No, Dove didn't want to see any of her family right now. Not while she was in both her current and mental state. Her body ached, burned, and stung all over. While Scorpius had removed the immediate pain before, the pain had come back shortly after he was finished with her.

The stab wound was scabbed over, but there was a big bruise surrounding it, making walking a disaster. Pain shot through her with every step as the muscle moved.

The slit on her throat was barely noticeable, and she could hardly feel anything coming from it. Its crusty scab was ready to flake away.

The snake bites were just as tender as her leg. She had one on her stomach, one on her wrist, and one on her right foot. Any time she moved them, they definitely made sure she knew they were there.

Dove was also sure her ribs were bruised from the snakes constricting around them earlier. It hurt everytime she inhaled.

That was just the beginning of it. Scorpius' rough treatment on her left sores all over. Her most intimate spot was screaming with pain. It was still trying to adjust to the new abuse and his way of play wasn't helping her in the slightest. The pain in that region also made it difficult to walk.

Black and blue fingerprints were scattered around her body from when he had probed, touched, poked, and shoved her.

She looked like a mess.

Dove felt like a mess. She kept asking herself why her body didn't want his touch, why the curse appeared to stop working, at least in that area. He was able to damage her and he received nothing for it. Could she do it to him then? Could she hex him and not get hexed back by the curse?

Oh, but he had been right, she couldn't hex for the life of her. Maybe she could if he pushed her over the edge though.

'And what do you think would happen to you if you attacked your Master?' The voice asked. 'Would you like a repeat of what just happened? Perhaps even more... intimate with the snakes...'

Something horrid flashed in her mind. "No!" She whispered. Not that...!

'You will submit to him then.'

Dove sobbed into her hands. She wanted the pain to go away, she wanted the terrorizing thoughts to stop. She just wanted peace, that's all. Peace.

'Surrender...' the voice echoed.

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Scorpius found her two hours later, huddled up in the bed, the covers over her head. She had fallen asleep through mere exhaustion, allowing a temporary escape from reality. His cheerfully whistling woke her up with a start. She instantly tensed up, her pulse began racing with fear.

He sat down on the bed near her. "You awake, Little Dove?" He asked quietly.

Dove flipped the covers from her head in an answer. She still couldn't talk. All the screaming she had done had literally blown out her voice. Her throat burned everytime she swallowed.

She didn't look at him, instead her eyes narrowed in anger and frustration as tears streamed down her face.

"You still have that dress on?" He asked, curling his fingers under the shoulder strap of it. "Why?"

"I do-n't h-have a ward-robe here." She sputtered painfully in a whisper.

Scorpius laughed. "Well, of course you do!" He practically shouted, making her flinch. "I'll show you it when you're feeling better." He kissed her forehead before manually removing his clothes.

He went under the covers. She whimpered as his arms pressed into her sides. She sucked in a deep breath, and coughed from the pain of her lungs and throat as he pulled her to him.

"Need something for your throat, Love?" He murmured into her ear.

She didn't want anything from him.

He conjured up a potion without the use of his wand. "Here." He pressed it against her chest. "It'll make you feel a little better." His voice actually had a bit of sympathy in it. Fake as it was.

Dove didn't feel like arguing, she wanted to sleep, and if this would set his mind at ease to also goto sleep, then she'd do it.

The taste of the potion was sweet and minty, it smelled nice too. As the warm liquid trinkled down her throat she was instantly relieved of the pain.

"Good night, my Dove." He sighed deeply into her ear and moments later he was breathing with sleep.

She didn't know how long she lay awake in his arms. Dove couldn't relax. Her body shook, and she shivered. One would think she was cold, but she knew better; she was deathly afraid.

What could she do? She tried fighting him. He was just too strong for her. If she fought him at all, he'd torture her, and she wasn't sure she could put up with that much longer. She couldn't allow him to possess her like some item, though...

Slowly and gently she bit her lip as she removed Scorpius arms from around her. She paused, her heart thudding against her chest as he shifted in his sleep, rolling over on his side, with his back to her.

Dove let out the breath she had been holding before easing herself out of bed. She crept around the bed to his side in search for his wand. He always put it on the nightstand, and this time was no different. Her wand had been left behind in the unused wing after she had been attacked, and she was going to fetch it.

She exited the room quietly and slipped inside a closet to a cast a silencing charm before apparating to the unused wing of the Manor.

Dove summoned her wand wordlessly, even though she was sure no one was here. Dove heard a clanking of her wand rolling toward her. "Lumos!" She saw her wand flying at high speed toward her before she caught it.

A crack happened then, Dove covered her mouth to keep silent.

"Can Dubsey do anything for Mistress?"

"No..." Dove said before swallowing painfully. Her throat still stung.

The house elf gasped. "Is that the Master's wand?" Dubsey pointed. "Oh, Mistress shouldn't have that! Master will be very angry if Master knew!"

"You will not say a word to him about it either, Dubsey!" Dove said sternly, clearing her throat. God, that burned so much. Scorpius had failed to show her where the potions were stored. She could use one to completely heal her ache.

"Dubsey can't do nothing if the Master asks about it." Dubsey wrung her hands.

"He wont find out. Tell me where the Potions are kept."

"If Master didn't tell his Mistress, Mistress probably isn't allowed access." Dubsey scolded.

Dove rolled her eyes. What use was a house elf if it contradicted everything she requested!

"Fine then, retrieve me something that will heal my throat then. The Fixer Elixir."

Dubsey disapparated instantly and returned shortly with the requested potion. "Thank you, Dubsey." Dove said before gulping the healing potion. She felt most of her aches disappear. Whatever was left could be healed with her wand.

"Mistress is welcome."

"Here." Dove held out Scorpius' wand. "Replace this back on his nightstand. Don't wake him."

"Yes, ma'am." Dubsey snatched the wand eagerly before disappearing again.

Dove got busy with her wounds. Removing her scabs and sores and feeling much better once she was finished.

She then found a locked bedroom that probably hadn't been used in a while. The decor was outdated with antiques from another century. Pictures of a woman with black long hair that trailed nearly to her heels were everywhere. Dove counted seven of them. She was curious. None of these were with the rest of the portraits in the entrance hall with the rest of the family.

Then she noticed something moving in one of them... A twitch of a hand. This portrait was alive.

Dove backed up to the bed, gaping at it with an open mouth. The black woman looked around, as if expecting someone else to enter. "Who are you?" She didn't sound mad, or annoyed. Perhaps more curious than anything.

"Dove." She answered simply.

The woman began brushing her hair with a hairbrush she equipped out of thin air. "Are you one of my granddaughters?"

"Uh...no."

"So you are wandering where you shouldn't be, then." The portrait hummed in amusement.

"I live here. This wing wasn't listed as forbidden to venture in."

"Oh..." The woman looked her over. "Are you married to one of my grandchildren then? Are you a new wife here?"

Dove looked down to the ground. "Yes." She whispered. "But only by force."

"Interesting... they still do that?" the woman mused.

"It's rare." Dove said quietly.

"What was your former surname?"

"Potter."

A smile crept widely along the woman's face. "You don't say..."

"Yes, the daughter of the boy who lived. Who is positively useless!"

"The boy who what?"

"Lived... you know... Harry Potter."

"I don't know a Harry Potter, sorry."

"Then I don't understand why the name Potter is so interesting to you..."

"Sweet, Dove..." The woman murmured. "It is interesting because my name is Alveua."

Dove wrinkled her face in confusion. "That helps me none at all, ma'am."

"Well, there is a reason I am locked away from the other portraits." Alveua frowned. "They wont tell you, but before I was a Malfoy, I was a Potter."
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