a/n: i updated the description of the story but it's the same plot just worded better and differently !
the following chapter contains: violence, blood⚠️
Maya
"Wait- so where were you since the party?" I asked Daphne while sitting criss-cross on my bed.
"I- uh- I was with-"
"Spit it out!" Pansy interrupted her.
"I was with Adrian, alright?!" She snapped.
I raised my eyebrows at her. "It's just a friends with benefits. We don't want to have a relationship right now." She held here hands up in surrender.
"Boo!" Pansy rolled her eyes. "Weren't you just shagging Enzo yesterday?" I crossed my arms at Pansy. "You what?!" Daphnes jaw dropped open.
"Enzo and I are complicated, okay.." She shrugged.
"Right." I scoffed rolling my eyes at her.
"We are! He still wanted me, and I don't know where I'm at right now.."
"You know how indecisive of a person you are?" Daphne tilted her head at her, I nodded agreeing with her.
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"Word at Hogwarts is you and Mattheo got into some fight in the great hall? That you have yet to tell your best friends about?" Pansy smirked.
"It was Astoria and Meredith who started it. They should've known I wasn't about to put up with them. So I just—snapped." I shrugged.
"Oh come on, Maya! Go into detail!" Daphne whined. "Fineee!" I groaned.
"Okay so.." I began to explain to them exactly what happened.
"Should've smacked her instead. Pumpkin juice will definitely make her smell all sweet and feel all sticky—so that's good. Win win for you and him!" Pansy said congratulating me.
"Definitely deserved. Astoria and I haven't spoken in—oh, ages!" Daphne said.
"Do you ever miss her?" Pansy asked her.
"I'd like to keep the not speaking this way, but sometimes I do. Then I remember all the things she did to me and my friends." Daphne said her voice filled with disgust and pity.
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Mattheo and I were laying on my bed, studying for our upcoming exam before our Christmas break.
I was pretty zoned out of my thoughts.
I thought of what had happened the other day at the Great Hall. It hit me, that Astoria made fun of me in front of Mattheo. I never realized until now that he had heard all of that.
Would he have even still liked me if I ate more? I mean- he probably wouldn't have.
I'm getting it out of my head. That doesn't matter anymore. Does it? It doesn't. I'm being silly.
"Hey, Maya?" He said.
"Hm?" I hummed looking up at him.
"I just want you to know..the way your body is built, that wouldn't have changed my feelings for you. Ever." He said.
"Don't let those fucking chicken brain bitches get to you." He added smirking.
A huge sense of relief flooded me. It's like he read my mind. How could he have known?
"Oh." Was all I could say. I didn't know what to say. I was just..thinking about it. "What?" He said. "Nothing. I'm just not sure what to say. I was thinking about that situation as you told me." I said.
"Well don't think about it. You're wasting your time. She's only trying to get into your head." He pulled me close and kissed me on the forehead.
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Christmas break. Wow.
They didn't even want me home. How was I going to manage to do all this? It's fine. They'll probably yell at me or something.
Actually- I don't even know at this point.
They were terrifying when I last saw them. It's okay. I've got this.
Mattheo said he had to be back at the Malfoy Manor for business with his father and the death-eaters.
I was definitely inviting him to our annual Christmas party that we host every year. I was getting him here whether my parents liked it or not. I'm still debating on the fact if I should just invite him or sneak him in without them knowing.
He'd be spending his time with my friends, mainly me.
Maybe I shouldn't invite him on the list, where my parents and others could see. I'm sure he'd get called out if other guests saw.
I wasn't even sure if anyone could notice him. Loads of people come a year, like all of the wizarding world shows up.
I see at least ten to twenty of the professors from Hogwarts show up. It might be risky.
Once we got to the station, I said my goodbyes to my friends and especially Mattheo. I promised him we'd still see each other in these few weeks of us being gone.
Even if he wasn't able to come to the party, I could still sneak him in my room to..do stuff.
I arrived at the manor. I took a deep breathe before knocking on the big, double doors. Why am I knocking? I live here.
I opened the door and walked in.
"Miss Maya! A pleasure to see you again!!" Lucinda cheered coming up to hug me. "Lucinda! Ugh, a pleasure to see you! How are you? Is everything alright here?" I returned the hug.
"Lucinda is well. Yes, yes." She nodded. "Well that's good." I smiled.
"Oh—but let me bring your luggage up!" She offered already grabbing my things. "Okay-" I said and watched her hurry up the stairs with my things.
This wasn't so bad at all. I was overthinking it.
"Well, well. Look who showed up!" My mother crossed her arms at me. Nevermind. I spoke too soon.
"How are you?" I asked her crossing my arms back tying to contain myself. "How am I? Oh I'm doing amazing! Knowing my daughter is with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's son!" She spat.
"I didn't come here for a lecture. I came back because it's Christmas break." I smirked not giving one damn about what my mother thought.
"Dear! Come down!" My mother called out. Oh no. Not my father. Merlin, this would be a roller coaster.
"Get out of my home." He came up beside my mother. "No. You can't kick out your own daughter." I scoffed.
"I can too." He said childishly. Why is he acting that way? I shouldn't even be asking this.
"I don't want a prostitute of a daughter sleeping in my home!" He shouted. Prostitute?? Did he just call me a fucking prostitute? Cold.
"Still not of wizarding age for you to kick me out. So you'll just have to live with me these next few weeks." I shrugged.
Learn to keep your cool, Maya. That's key.
"Get out of my sight! Now!" My dad pointed to the stairs glaring at me.
"Hm. Gladly." I hummed.
I went upstairs like nothing just happened. I hadn't been home for even ten minutes and I was already getting shit from my parents.
I just haven't gotten used to it. They'd do this all the time anyways.
I unpacked my luggage and took a moment to look around at my room. Left the way it was, like I was here yesterday.
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"Oh good, you're up." My mother barged into the kitchen.
"I am up. What do you want?" I said.
"Don't give me attitude." She snapped. I put my hands up in surrender trying to refrain from laughing.
I was only trying to make some cereal to eat for breakfast.
"After breakfast, why don't you come to the dining room?" She tilted her head at me. "Sure." I fake smile.
Something was definitely off and I was going to find out what was going on.
After I ate, I did what my mother told me and met her in the dining room to find her, my father, and someone else, standing side by side on the wall, not bothering to sit down at the long table.
They just stood there, watching my every move.
"Ahem, you wanted me here?" I cleared my throat.
"You've been a bad girl, Maya. This is what bad girls get." My father said. My mother looped her arm inside my fathers and they both got super close to each other.
"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows, all confusion.
The unknown person in a mask started to slowly walk up to me. Where's my wand? Did it disappear? Shit. I think they took it from me when I wasn't looking. Of course they did.
What's this person about to do to me?
"Crucio!" The female voice shouted at me.
I hit the ground within seconds, screaming and wincing in pain.
I felt as if there were thousands of little daggers stabbing every inch of my body continuously.
I couldn't stop squirming, crying, screaming, groaning, everything. This was the first pain I was ever feeling in my entire life.
After a few minutes, the spell finally lifted off of me.
I laid there, panting heavily on the floor, not even trying to pay attention to the woman doing this to me.
I saw my parents leave the room from the corner of my eyes.
I lost every bit of respect and love for them I had ever had before. How could they do this to me? They were the true definition of evil.
They were like death-eaters, minus the death-eater part because of Voldemort.
There was no way I could see myself ever forgiving them for what they had just watched happen to me. I felt a pure hatred for them now.
The woman in the masks voice sounded somewhat familiar but I couldn't make it out at all because her voice was pretty muffled under that black mask.
She came and towered over me, just watching me.
"What the hell do you want!" I shouted, wiping my tears.
"Stay still for me, will you?" She said kindly as if she didn't just crucio me. "Oh but of course, even though you just fucking crucio-spelled me! Let me go you bitch!!" I shouted and grunted trying to get out of her sight.
She bent down to my level and softly traced her wand over my right bare arm. I wore a black crop top and fuzzy Christmas pajama pants.
I felt her cutting deep into my skin, scarring it. She was carving some sort of word or sentence.
As I screamed and winced in pain, she slowly covered my mouth with her gloved hand, as if carving someone's arm was the easiest thing she could ever do.
After a few minutes of more excruciating pain, she stepped away from me and disappeared into thin air, leaving me on the floor, my arm covered in my own blood, pain from the crucio spell still piercing my insides faintly, leaving me sobbing.
I slowly sat up and read what she carved on my arm.
CUNT
It couldn't be. She has had absolutely no contact with my parents, it couldn't be her.
I need to identify her through her wand. Fuck. Why didn't I memorize its pattern before? This would've helped my situation.
It's impossible to make out who it was through that dumb mask, so that was no help.
IM BACKKK
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