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The Dove; Distressed	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 6194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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December- Holiday Break, Year 2022

Grace crossed her arms over her chest with a huff. Right now all she could see was red, and all she wanted to do was scream. Scream so loud. Bad language and all. But that wouldn't help her, she knew that. Years of watching her siblings in action when they wanted their way and either got it didn't get it by the methods they had used.

James would be the one to always curse and shout horrible things, thus he would hardly get his way, because people didn't like it when you erupted like a volcano and acted very much like a toddler. Their parents especially didn't go for that.

Lily was smart about it. Arguing her valid points, and able to debate just enough to get what she wanted for most of her life. Grace wasn't that smart.

Albus was much more crafty. He was able to guilt people into getting what he wanted with his cute, 'innocent' play. This especially worked with their mother, who was absolutely blind to this. Albus also was the Potter that was known to strike deals with people. When he was nine, he once offered to their parents his serving of potatoes that night for broccoli if they would allow him an extra cookie at snack time. They had agreed to it.

Grace though, she had her own way. It wasn't as smart at Lily's was, neither was it conniving or deal making like Albus', but she didn't lose her patience at least. She was more controlled than that. She found being reasonable, cool and collected usually helped. This made everyone believe she acted older than she truly was, and the adults would actually side with her most of the time because of it.

"I was invited to a friend's party, and I would like to go." She said calmly.

"And if it were the Longbottoms or the Creevys, I wouldn't be against the idea of you going." Papa said firmly.

"Your judging him only by his name, Papa. How is that even fair?"

"Because it's all an act, Grace, Scorpius is just waiting until the right time to strike." James inputted.

"I don't know." Albus spoke up gently. "I mean, most of the school likes him, and other than his hate for James and I, I can't really see any flaws. Even Lily is changing her mind about him."

"Not helping a bit here, bro." James gave Albus a look. He turned to Papa. "Look, Dad, we're always fighting like you and Mr. Malfoy, who's to say that grease streak isn't trying to lure Grace in and hex her or something just to get back at Albus and I?"

Harry nodded in thought.

"Papa..." Grace unfolded her arms with a sigh. "Scorpius has done NOTHING to me all year. We're just friends. He helps me with things-like he does with anyone else who is struggling in school. He's not like the rest of his family had been back twenty years ago." She looked to the ground, pausing and wiping a tear. "I can relate to him, you know."

"Why?" Papa asked. "You're nothing like him! You don't instigate fights and you don't tease people."

Grace lifted her shoulders in a shrug without looking up. She didn't want to burden him with her thoughts of being a normal young witch who barely had any more magical ability than a muggle. Who was so much different than the rest of the family she was born into. "He's my BEST friend, Papa." She said tearfully. "and I would like to accept his invitation."

Papa sighed, undecided. "I don't know, Grace."

"The Malfoys have changed. You said so yourself. They aren't dark anymore."

"They only changed because they didn't want to be kissed by the dementors." James said.

"With the way Scorpius is, it must be proof of their change, Papa. I promise you, Scorpius won't hurt me." She wanted to tell him that he even saved her from being sexually violated, but that was their secret. She didn't need Papa thinking she couldn't defend herself. As it was, her older siblings and cousins were told to keep an eye on her, if he found out about THAT, she'd never have an ounce of freedom.

"I'll let you go." He finally said.

Grace ran to Papa for a tight hug. "Thanks so much!"

"But only if I also get an invitation." He added grimly.

Grace's excitement washed away. The Malfoys felt the same about the Potters as the Potters felt about them. They'd never invite Harry Potter to their Christmas Banquet.

* * *

Dove took her wand and loosened the corset after Astoria was long gone. She had no idea why women would willingly put themselves in such a torture device.

She took deep breaths, exercising her cramped lungs. The thought of it made her angry. These 'things' made you a true lady? That was bullshit. Dove didn't need these to tell her she was a lady. She knew she was one already. She was polite, and proper (mostly), and she dressed up when she should. But this was her home now, and if Scorpius could prance around in the nude, why couldn't she wear comfortable fitting clothing?

They wanted her in dresses. That's what it was. They wanted to torture her, and make all her 'woman' parts pop out for him. That's what she believed anyway.

Narcissa's and Astoria's dresses aren't even this 'pronounced'. She thought as she looked herself over in the mirror. And Astoria had even applied makeup. Was this also something Dove was supposed to wear everyday? Because she wouldn't! The only time she wore that rubbish was when she was getting a portrait done, and her mother would hen peck her until she did it.

Besides, Scorpius didn't think she needed makeup. So what was the point in this? She scourgified her face, washing off the junk. She should at least be able to recognize herself.

The dress she wore now was blue with white accents. This was obviously done to please her husband, who wasn't even here to enjoy it anyway. She changed the main colour to black and the secondary one to red. That's the only colours she would wear if she were forced to live here. Black and red. That is one thing her new 'family' would have to accept of her.

By the time she came back down for breakfast, the others had finished, and the table was deserted. She thought it was weird that the house elves hadn't cleared the table off until Dubsey entered the dining room on foot.

"Mistress." she bowed. "Dusbey realizes Mistress Grace has not eaten yet, Dubsey and the other house elves has left breakfast for Mistress. If it is too cold, Dubsey will make new breakfast."

"It's fine, Dubsey." Dove forced a smile and dished her plate.

"Mistress Grace's library is also just about finished." Dubsey rocked on her heels.

"Good, will you show it to me when I am finished?"

Dubsey nodded.

Even cold, the food here was still very delishious. Just as good as Hogwarts even. It must be the elf magic. Mother's cooking was decent, but nothing compared to the perfection that the house elves did.

If she could look at one bright side to living here, it would be that she wouldn't have to put her lack of cooking skills to practice, as she would have had to do when she was living in her apartment by herself.

After breakfast, she told Dubsey she wanted to see Phineas and check on how he was doing. Her companion appeared to like his new life with the peacocks, who had welcomed him into their little flock. Dove and Phineas spent a little time together, she petting him, and he checking her over, seeing if he could heal anything.

"The only thing that is damaged is my heart, Phin, and you can't fix that." She scratched under his chin and he chirped in merriment.

Dubsey then showed her the library the House elves had constructed. It was in Scorpius' wing, at the far back end of it, secluded like she had wanted. Three bedrooms had been renovated for the library. Their walls and pointless furniture removed and twelve foot shelves added with assorted chairs for lounging, and three bay windows that also had a place for her to lay or sit at. It was magnificent, and Dove actually felt a tweak of happiness rise up in her.

"It's beautiful." She told Dubsey.

Dubsey bowed. "There is many books for the Mistress."

"Spells books?"

Dubsey nodded.

"I would like to study ones from Romania."

"Mistress has over a million books here. Including Romanian spell books."

"Thanks a lot, and tell the others that too."

Dubsey bowed. "Dubsey is grateful for Mistress Grace's gratitude."

"I would like to read now." Dove dismissed the house elf.

Dove immediately went to the catalog. It was different than the Muggle one who now used electronics and wireless devices, along with a communication feature called The Internet. The wizard one was made of a podium with a thick blank spell book. You opened the top cover and tapped your wand on the first page then said what you were looking for.

She wandered through the shelves until she found the book with the spell she was interested in learning. She wanted to make something similar to a port key. After scanning the book, she found that what she wanted was called a Home Portal Pad. It was best described as a local port key. When stepped on, you would teleport to the designated room. It only worked if it was assigned to a room under the same location that the door stood in.

She wanted a portal pad to Alveua, that way, if her wand was ever taken away, she'd have easy access to her portrait aunt, without having to walk for an eternity to get to the other side of the Manor.

That was what Dove worked on that day. If she were Aunt Hermione, she would had taken no time at all to charm the corner she had chosen for this spell. Since she wasn't, though, Dove spent the whole day at it in complete frustration at her lack of ability.

At four in the afternoon, Dubsey alerted Dove that Scorpius was back from his beast hunting trip. Dove quickly hid the book she was using for the Home Portal Pad. She didn't want him knowing she was trying to learn new spells. She tucked her wand away in her dress, and grabbed an innocent wizard fiction book.

Scorpius took no time to find her. When he stepped into her library, she was 'innocently' reading her book at one of the bay windows, pretending she hadn't noticed him. In truth, the hair on the back of her neck stood straight up upon is entrance.

"Do you like it?" He asked, forcing her to acknowledge his appearance.

She looked up finding his eyes which happily sparkled down at her. She stirred uncomfortably. Why did he look at her like that? It was almost like...

No. She wouldn't think about that.

"Um." a frog instantly came into the end of her throat. She cleared it. "It's lovely, actually." She shifted her eyes uneasily from his. "Thank you..." she added uneasily, silently cursing herself for her Hufflepuff manners.

"Wonderful!" He strolled across the room toward her, and sat in the chair nearest to her. "Now ask me how my day was." He ordered her kindly.

She eyed him funnily before his eyes narrowed at her. "How was your day?" Dove asked.

He smiled. "It was just terrific! Father and I had a great talk and we finally did come across the beasts. They ended up being Fowl Hogs, which solely attack birds. We didn't get them all, but we were able to pack home three, which we will eat later as a feast."

He certainly was in a good mood. Maybe he needed a day out to get some fresh air. Dove knew she needed that herself.

Scorpius then stood up and walked up to her. She looked up at him, wondering what he wanted.

"Grandfather told me about the rubbish you tried bringing to his table." He said disapprovingly. "You will only be wearing dresses, Love. You are a Lady now."

"I was already told this earlier, Scorpius." She told him bitterly. "You don't need to reiterate the stupid rule."

He frowned, looking at the dress she was currently in. "Mother said she dressed you in blue."

"And I changed it." Dove simply said, before opening her book back up to hopefully give him a hint that she wasn't interested in discussing the topic.

"I don't remember you being a fan of black. Or... red even."

"I am wearing a dress. Get off my back, Scorpius." She told him calmly.

"Well, we don't wear black at our eating table either." He said gently. "In fact, I would rather see you in white. Pure white. Like the Dove you are."

"I am going to wear black, Scorpius."

"No, you're not." Her dressed changed to white then.

"What do you think you're going to accomplish with this, Scorpius?" She hissed, snapping her book shut. "I'd really like to know! Are you going to make the rest of my life hell by taking what little choices in life that I do have?"

He got down onto his knees so he was at her level. "I am molding my wife into what I want her to be." He said evenly.

"You want a robot then? Someone who won't second guess a single thing you say and does everything you say?"

"It's called being obedient, not robotic." He argued arrogantly. "You are the wife, and you will do as I say."

"Tell me, when we were in school, did you think like this? Were you going to expect me to kiss your feet then too?"

"Of course not, Dovey." He set a hand onto her head, stroking her red hair. "You were perfect then."

"So I am not perfect now?"

He smiled and shook his head. "Anything but perfection, actually." He then stood back up. "See you at dinner, Love. I have a few things to do."

How was she perfect then, but not now? She couldn't help wondering as she watched him walk out of the library.
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