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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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The travel through her companion was longer than the last time. They traveled thousands and thousands of miles through the white tunnels of magic to Dove's apartment.

She officially lived in San Isidro, Costa Rica, favoring the warm climate and all, but usually spent most of her time with her family, most of which were scattered around Great Britain. Dove went here today though to avoid having to see her whole family. For now, with as dangerous as she was, she needed to keep her distance.

She only 'escaped' to speak with Aunt Hermione, and since Scorpius had been suspicous of her motives, he had given her no other choice. If she had followed through with what he had requested, he may not have allowed Aunt Hermione and her a word of privacy, and Dove needed a private word with her aunt.

After an hour of head swirling travel, Dove arrived right into her two room apartment, she was too weak to walk, so she lay there in her living room taking slow breaths.

She could hear the Fernández (her next door neighbors) arguing at the top of their lungs in the native language Dove had yet to fully learn. She waited for her insides to settle from the high speed of the travel before standing up and casting a spell to block out their fighting. Dove then went to the kitchen to find a potion to take care of her headache. Her head was still spinning.

Phineas had sat himself onto his perch, watching her closely, almost sensing something was wrong.

"Stop worrying." Dove told the bird. As soon as she took the potion she almost felt normal. Now it was time to send a message to Aunt Hermione. She cast the Patronus charm.

"Tell Aunt Hermione to meet me at my home in San Isidro. Come armed and ready for an attack. Come alone." With a swish of her wand, the patronus dove flew away.

It would be a while before her aunt would around. Phoenix travel was one of the fastest ways to travel, and Aunt Hermione didn't have one. She preferred cats for familiars.

Dove took this time to do some quick cleaning since she hadn't been here in over a month. When she was finished she sat down, feeling tired from the day's events and waited.

An hour later, there was a knock on her door. Phineas dissapeared into hiding in case it were a muggle asking for her attention.

Dove answered the door to see her aunt standing there, breathing hard, her wand out. The woman pushed right passed her niece in a hurry, ready to get down to business. She looked around and started casting spells quickly. She then turned to look at Dove.

"Close the door!" She said impatiently.

"Sorry." Dove mumbled.

"Where's the creep?"

Dove forced a smile. "He's bound up at the manor. It won't be until dinner before anyone notices this."

"Good. Now give the wands." Aunt Hermione held out her hand.

"How do you know I have more than mine?" Dove asked, fishing them out and handing them to the older witch.

"With the knowledge he has, you must have disarmed him. It's not easy to learn how to summon wands without a wand, but we all know he can do it. And if he had his wand, you would have had no chance against him." Aunt Hermione sent the extra wands away.

"Can he summon his wand now?"

"Not after he's been disarmed. You did good. Obviously, I am here for a reason, but before you tell me-" her face softened. "How are you doing? Everyone is literally worried sick about you."

"I feel like...a prisoner." Dove told her. "I can't do anything without asking, he makes me wear white dresses, and... well, you can pretty much guess what else he forces me to do."

Aunt Hermione pursed her lips in frustration. "All I have been seeing are words and books for the past month. Would you believe if I told you that I am kind of getting tired of research?" She let out a small bitter laugh. "I don't know..." she shrugged helplessly. "I keep searching for an answer, but there is none. Not really anyway. I wouldn't blame you for not wanting to give your child up to him, or anyone, for that matter. I could have never done it with my own."

"How's Lily?"

Aunt Hermione sighed and sat down on the sofa stiffly. "Awful." She whispered. "She's getting worse every day. She hasn't spoken to a soul in a week. Wouldn't have expected it from her, you know? Lily's always been a fighter."

"She is fighting, Aunt Hermione." Dove sat down. "She's fighting against trauma."

The smart witch shook her head absent-mindedly. "She should had terminated the pregnancy."

"Lily and I, we're strongly against that."

"I know... but you should see her, Dove. The way they took her... they..." she closed her eyes, squeezing out a few tears in the process. "They did it over and over... five hours straight. Brutally. Repeatingly." She put a hand to her mouth. "Do you have an anti nausea potion?" Aunt Hermione asked weakly.

Dove told her where to get it. "Where is Lily?" She asked.

"St. Mungos."

God... it was that bad. Dove felt horrid and began blaming herself all over again. She also got herself a potion to cease her nausea.

"They'll make her all better." Aunt Hermione assured her. "So why did you call me?"

"I want you to teach me Occulumancy. And there's a spell I want you to learn and cast it on me. I don't have much time before I must return to Scorpius. I figured out of anyone, you can do it."

"Occulumancy?" Her aunt wrinkled her nose. "Scorpius doesn't know legamancy, how would Occulumancy help you at all?"

"I think it would help Scorpius from sensing..." Dove paused, looking at Aunt Hermione seriously. "My lying..." she hadn't lied much in the past years. "Anyway, I have this voice in my head-"

"The curse's."

"Yes, and somehow, Scorpius knows half of what I do. Not all the time... but a lot of the time. Could the skill stop it?"

"No." Aunt Hermione answered simply.

Dove's heart sank. "Then I guess Som Manga wouldn't work either."

"I have never heard of that. What is it?"

Dove sighed. "A branch of occulumancy." She then explained the spell and who she heard it from.

"I don't think it would work then, Dove." Aunt Hermione told her sadly. "Alveua sounds interesting though, I wouldn't mind meeting her one day. She could probably provide a lot of information."

"That may never happen, with her being in the Malfoy Manor and all."

Aunt Hermione let out a faint grin. "It might happen." She said in a higher pitched voice.

"You have a plan?"

"Not one that would be safe to tell you if Scorpius can really read your thoughts. Sorry. If he found out, it would ruin everything."

Dove nodded in understanding, but she couldn't help feeling left out. "How's everyone else?"

Aunt Hermione bit the inside of her lip. "Scorpius..." she trailed off slowly. "Well, I grew up with your father, he wasn't a killer. He killed Voldemort only cause he really had no choice, and even the method he used wasn't very violent-much as they like to teach in school. I have never seen Harry so... enraged. Which is saying a lot. If there's a way out of the curse, I can't garuntee that Scorpius is going to Azkaban. Enough of our family are willing to kill him on the spot."

Dove swallowed hard. The only thing protecting that man is her. The pacifist in her was upset at the thought. She should be agreeing with them on killing him. He was not normal. He was sick. He was twisted. He should pay for his crimes.

But Papa shouldn't kill him.

"Well, I was hoping you'd be able to help me." Dove said quietly. "Scorpius was spitting mad that I had 'outsmarted' him. I've made him angry for nothing." She started tearing up. "He threatened to kill me."

Aunt Hermione set a hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to go yet. It takes a bit of time before the curse starts attacking you from the separation. I suggest staying here and enjoying your vacation from the beast. By then, we may be ready."

Dove allowed herself to smile. "Aunt Hermione, is that a hint that you are very close to finishing the plans of your attack?"

Aunt Hermione scratched the back of her head anxiously and shrugged. "Do you need anything more, hon? I should return to the books."

"Don't tell the others I am away. If he finds a way to control me, he will have me kill them."

Her aunt nodded shakily. "Alright." She got up, cast a few more spells for Dove's safety before giving her back the wands. "Send for me when you need me again." The witch said before disapparating.

What a waste... Dove collapsed back onto the couch and started sobbing. She was in deep shit.
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