Post by deirdre on Jan 25, 2006 19:04:30 GMT -5
Despair, Love and Revenge
By Deirdre
Her life was not one that many had expected. Surely one such as her would not succumb to such treatment. Their beliefs were crushed when they realised that they knew nothing about the two people who were the very centre of their world.
This is rather angsty, violence prob. in later chapters.
"We really need to know. What was your life really like?"
The woman looked at the faces of most of the Order of the Phoenix.
"What relevance has her past to the purpose of this organisation?" said a man loudly.
The people around the table looked crestfallen. The woman surprised them by finally speaking.
"Wealth and power were everything in the cruel world that I grew up in." she said quietly, her hands shaking slightly as she clutched a cup of tea.
"Please Minerva, don't-" protested Albus.
She laid a hand on his arm and continued.
"To be a wealthy pure-blood was both a blessing and a curse..."
****
He sat there patiently, staring anywhere but at the large oak doors behind him. His blue eyes were desolate as he desperately tried to ignore the voices.
"Why I never! I thought the McGonagalls would have invited the better of society to such an event?"
"Indeed Ardyne! What has the right of such riff-raff to mix with their superiors? Perhaps he should join the servants!"
The two old women laughed heartily and shot pointed looks at the man in front of them. Their gnarled old hands, adorned with expensive jewels covered their mouths as they sniggered.
****
A little child sat in the shadows. Her eyes were fixed intently on the people before her.
"Anna? Anna?" called a voice.
She looked around and saw her mother looking frantically at her.
"What are you doing girl?" she said quietly.
"I shall be married one day mother! I shall have a dress like hers!" The child pointed to a woman.
"Don't be so foolish child! Quickly now, you should be down in the kitchens, not up here!"
"Look!" sighed the child wistfully.
A young, beautiful woman was being tended to by many people, both young and old. She wore a beautiful white dress which was embroidered and beaded exquisitely. Her long black hair was being brushed with such care that the child was amazed. It looked so soft and shiny. The tiny girl put her hand up to her own unkempt, scruffy hair.
They were suddenly broken out of their trance by a grumpy maid.
"What are you doing here? Only women of high birth are attending the Lady! Get back to the kitchens scum!"
The young mother lowered her eyes and backed away, picking up her daughter as she did so.
****
She was surrounded by so many people but she felt so alone. She was screaming inside, shrieking as loud as she could but no one could hear her. She would rather be dead.
She gazed around the room. Her eyes rested on an old maid with a young girl and child.
"Who are those people?" she asked quietly.
"You needn't worry about them folk Miss," was the reply. "Don't concern yourself with them, they be only servants."
The woman looked sternly at the girl brushing her hair. The girl sighed.
"If you must know Miss that be the cleaning girl and her babe."
"But she mustn't be any older than myself!"
"She is only fifteen Miss..." answered the girl stiffly after a long silence.
The woman opened her mouth as if she was going to say something, but then thought better of it.
The girl returned to her task with cool determination and the woman noticed that she now wielded the brush harshly. She winced as the brush was yanked through her hair.
So this was her fate. To be wed to a man she hated. She was only eighteen years old. She had graduated at the top of her year but had been forced to give up her dream of becoming an Auror. Her destiny now was to become an obedient wife, controlled completely by her husband.
Her long nails dug into her hands as she clenched them tightly to stop the shaking. Her emerald eyes were dark. Many of the women avoided her gaze.
Minerva suddenly smiled as a sharp blade cut her thigh. She felt a small drop of blood trickle down her leg.
She still had the knife hidden under her dress.
By Deirdre
Her life was not one that many had expected. Surely one such as her would not succumb to such treatment. Their beliefs were crushed when they realised that they knew nothing about the two people who were the very centre of their world.
This is rather angsty, violence prob. in later chapters.
"We really need to know. What was your life really like?"
The woman looked at the faces of most of the Order of the Phoenix.
"What relevance has her past to the purpose of this organisation?" said a man loudly.
The people around the table looked crestfallen. The woman surprised them by finally speaking.
"Wealth and power were everything in the cruel world that I grew up in." she said quietly, her hands shaking slightly as she clutched a cup of tea.
"Please Minerva, don't-" protested Albus.
She laid a hand on his arm and continued.
"To be a wealthy pure-blood was both a blessing and a curse..."
****
He sat there patiently, staring anywhere but at the large oak doors behind him. His blue eyes were desolate as he desperately tried to ignore the voices.
"Why I never! I thought the McGonagalls would have invited the better of society to such an event?"
"Indeed Ardyne! What has the right of such riff-raff to mix with their superiors? Perhaps he should join the servants!"
The two old women laughed heartily and shot pointed looks at the man in front of them. Their gnarled old hands, adorned with expensive jewels covered their mouths as they sniggered.
****
A little child sat in the shadows. Her eyes were fixed intently on the people before her.
"Anna? Anna?" called a voice.
She looked around and saw her mother looking frantically at her.
"What are you doing girl?" she said quietly.
"I shall be married one day mother! I shall have a dress like hers!" The child pointed to a woman.
"Don't be so foolish child! Quickly now, you should be down in the kitchens, not up here!"
"Look!" sighed the child wistfully.
A young, beautiful woman was being tended to by many people, both young and old. She wore a beautiful white dress which was embroidered and beaded exquisitely. Her long black hair was being brushed with such care that the child was amazed. It looked so soft and shiny. The tiny girl put her hand up to her own unkempt, scruffy hair.
They were suddenly broken out of their trance by a grumpy maid.
"What are you doing here? Only women of high birth are attending the Lady! Get back to the kitchens scum!"
The young mother lowered her eyes and backed away, picking up her daughter as she did so.
****
She was surrounded by so many people but she felt so alone. She was screaming inside, shrieking as loud as she could but no one could hear her. She would rather be dead.
She gazed around the room. Her eyes rested on an old maid with a young girl and child.
"Who are those people?" she asked quietly.
"You needn't worry about them folk Miss," was the reply. "Don't concern yourself with them, they be only servants."
The woman looked sternly at the girl brushing her hair. The girl sighed.
"If you must know Miss that be the cleaning girl and her babe."
"But she mustn't be any older than myself!"
"She is only fifteen Miss..." answered the girl stiffly after a long silence.
The woman opened her mouth as if she was going to say something, but then thought better of it.
The girl returned to her task with cool determination and the woman noticed that she now wielded the brush harshly. She winced as the brush was yanked through her hair.
So this was her fate. To be wed to a man she hated. She was only eighteen years old. She had graduated at the top of her year but had been forced to give up her dream of becoming an Auror. Her destiny now was to become an obedient wife, controlled completely by her husband.
Her long nails dug into her hands as she clenched them tightly to stop the shaking. Her emerald eyes were dark. Many of the women avoided her gaze.
Minerva suddenly smiled as a sharp blade cut her thigh. She felt a small drop of blood trickle down her leg.
She still had the knife hidden under her dress.
