TW: mentions of drugs, rape and abuse

Evelynn's POV:

"Evelynn!"

A voice rang out from the kitchen. A voice that made me hate my own existence. A voice that belonged to someone I wanted to murder so badly.

"Y-yes, Mother?" I asked as sickly sweet as I could, shuffling into the kitchen with an old brown dress of Narcissa's.

"Don't you use that tone with me, you little bitch!" Narcissa yelped, taking out a spatula. There was something special about that spatula, though. She often used to torture me with it, by heating it up until it was red hot and placing it on my bare skin, while I scream in pain. No wonder those bastards are Death Eaters.

"I-I'm sorry, Mother." I apologized, while I muttered, "Sorry not sorry." under my breath.

"Why are these dishes undone?" She barked right into my face, making me wince. I decided I would have some fun, seeing as she was already going to heat up that poor spatula.

"Because I didn't do them." I replied, crossing my arms across my chest.

"Why?" She snarled.

"What do you mean 'why'? I didn't do 'em 'cause I didn't do 'em" I replied sassily, shrugging.

Narcissa screamed out in annoyance, and started heating up her spatula. I decided I would piss her off even more by making small talk.

"So, how's your mom?" I asked in a concerned-sort-of tone, picking up an apple from the fruit bowl on the dining table. "You know she's dead, you whore!" She yelled, throwing a fork at me.

"Woah!" I exclaimed, catching it quickly and asked, "Need a chill pill?," handing out a pill that I know would knock her out for hours. Lucius would come in, think she's passed out because she went to a party and got drunk, which won't be for about half an hour. That gives me time to do the dishes. I smiled to myself at my genius as she glared at me and took the pill. I knew she wouldn't be able to resist drugs.

Before she could black out, I managed to get her to walk to the couch and lay her down. Then, I walked over to the stove and waved my wand.

I didn't know what happened to them. Until Draco was born, they treated me like a normal daughter. In fact, they supported me when I got sorted into Gryffindor and made friends with the Weasley twins. Even after Draco was born, they still treated me like a daughter. Once he went to Hogwarts, everything changed. I was treated like Dobby, sometimes even worse, if Lucius decides to rape me.

In about five minutes, the dishes were done. I then had an insane idea.

How about I run away?

They would never know. Lucius won't be up for a few hours and Draco, well, I hate to leave him here. He was the only person that ever gave a shit about me. I would hate to leave him in this hellhole.

Finally, I decided that I would tell him that I'm running away.

I sneaked up to his room and slowly opened the door. "Draco, Draco!" I whispered, shaking him slightly.

"What- Evelynn?" He asked, his voice low. He knew something was wrong, because they never let me in here unless it's to clean it up.

"I'm running away." I said, my voice timid. I didn't know how he would react.

"Wait, really?" He asked, his tone happy but eyes full of sadness.

"I'm sorry, little bro. I don't wanna leave you here, but you need to be here. Defeat that pathetic excuse of a man for me. Fight this battle for me, on the good side. Okay? I promise, I'll come back for you, even if it's the last thing I ever do." I whispered, my eyes welling up with tears. He sniffled and nodded as I hugged him.

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My bag was ready. It was a little backpack of 'The Whomping Willows' that Draco didn't like, so I got it instead. I went over my list of items one more time.

A few Galleons? Check.

My wand? Check.

Food and water? Check.

The little amount of clothes I had? Check.

Running away? Check.

I smiled to myself as I carefully opened the door and shut it. I'm leaving this fucked up defect of a house. I took a deep breath, turned back and waved to Draco, who had his nose pressed against the window, and Apparated away.