ghost of a girl

Seveth Year/ Slytherin/ Pureblood. “And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”

[anastasia-burke]

Of James Potter and Alice Longbottom, second of their kind;

"It has made me better, loving you.”

ally-l0ngbottom jspxtter

[anastasia-burke]

at least you still have davey, he can be your son. then marry jackson, throw a cat in the mix, big happy family.

“Can you just go die in a hole and leave me alone, please?” 

[anastasia-burke]

did you adopt your two kids you have later?

(jackson and ana were heavily invested in the magic surrounding infertility and treatments for it and eventually found a way to have kids together.)

[anastasia-burke]

can you not have kids anymore?

“..No.” 

[itisjustmylittleworld]

[wynstxn-zxk]

     The fact that Jackson wanted to cast a silencing shield over them, instead of let things be real for a second spoke volumes about them. People say being born with a silver spoon makes your life simple and easy, yet no one speaks about the select few were were born common and forced to swallow that spoon. For Jackson his life was filled with the to-dos and the have nots in life. Do you homework, listen to your father, do your chores, never use your steak fork for your first course, and so on. Though being raised in a life where every step you take, hell down to every breath, was predetermined for you. It was like where you’d go to school, who you’d be friends with, who you should marry—but never how to deal with it all. They never told him how to be a good husband, nor did they prepare him for this life. It was like his parents build this foreign home for him and when the left forgot to give him the keys to the place. 

     “Oh for fuck sake, not now.” he peeled himself from her, turning his back for a moment while her words were being pelted at him. This wasn’t expected but it was needed. Because it wasn’t natural to be like this, to let time and space become the fatly screw that bound their marriage together. “Don’t you fucking dare flip this on me!” her venom sunk in, causing him to react—which was exactly what she wanted. “I tried or do you not remember that? I was there when you were in the Magi. I stood there when you were off seeking your strength or some bullshit. I was the one watching you go off….but no. I’m the arse in this.” It felt good to let that go “I stayed in that house that you so lovingly own but don’t pay anything for. I stayed for as long as I could, but because of this FUCKING shit. I left.” his fist clenched in front of him as they flailed everywhere but where he wanted, which was somewhere between her or the wall. “You think I hold all this shit against you, but I don’t…. I could have left. Any time but I haven’t so stop trying to find anyway to make me do it.” The veins in his neck rose the more he spoke, as if his anger was coursing through his blood. “FUCK, damn-it Ana I didn’t need this today. We don’t need this.” 

[anastasia-burke]

Oh she could see the shame spark in his eyes and that made the blonde’s lips curl into a sarcastic smile. He was ashamed of her, ashamed of them, and it was obvious not in the way he stood now but by the months that went by with him hiding off in some faraway country rather than stand at her side. And she was ashamed too, not of him, but of herself. Of her inability to make him stay, to persuade him that she was someone worth sticking around for. She would walk among her peers and they would whisper of Jackson, smirk behind their hands as speculation grew. He was having an affair, they said, he must have fallen in love with some American girl and this was how the couple had chosen to live with that. Why else would Anastasia live alone in that big old house on the way? Why else would she never have the growth of a baby showing on her stomach? 

“Then when?” She didn’t shout, her voice was deadly quiet which in some ways showed her anger more than her screaming ever could. “Should I write to you whilst you’re away? Is the only way you’ll ever choose to talk to me when there’s miles between us so you don’t even have to look at me and be disappointed by what you’ve been left with?” She had stood with the Magi until the day she had died on that hospital bed, the day she lost whatever small reason she had to live for. There was no use for her in the war anymore, and no-one came after her when she didn’t fight. No-one except for Jackson’s old best friend, her demon; Micah. “Just because you seem to enjoy being a martyr in all this doesn’t mean I have to watch you hurt yourself by staying with me.” Anastasia responded curtly, and as his voice grew louder hers went quiet, steadying herself on his anger. This, at least, was something she knew how to do. “You didn’t stay. You might be married to me but you don’t stay with me. We might as well be two strangers by how often we talk. Tell me why, Jackson?” And suddenly she was pushing against his chest, shouting in his face, needing him to shout back. “Why was I never good enough? Why do you fuck off every year to America and leave me behind? Admit it! Admit it’s because you wish I had died when that wretched bitch came after me, rather than leave you with a wife who could never give you a family!” 

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son-of-a-slytherin

[nixie-meyer]

“Don’t mind me, I’m walking right past.”

[anastasia-burke]

“Classy as ever.” 

[adamxstclaire]

“It’s a shame, because you look wonderful, but I don’t know your name.”

[anastasia-burke]

“Anastasia Selwyn, and.. do correct me if I’m mistaken.. but you’re Mr St. Clair, are you not? I’ve read about you in the papers.” 

[jspxtter]

Just for a moment her composure slipped and James was reassured that she was still in there somewhere. She was alive and breathing, and despite it all, she was still the Ana he fell in love with. “Probably keeping her eye on Alfie,” he admitted, a faint smile curving up on his lips at the merely thought, though it soon faded as her words drew on and his annoyance grew. “She isn’t alone, she’s surrounded by people who love her and though she might be wondering, she isn’t worrying because most functional relationships have this thing called trust, if you’ve ever heard of it.”

[anastasia-burke]

Alfie.. so that put a name to James’ happiness, the one she couldn’t give him, the one he had found without her anyway. Anastasia smiled at the thought, although her eyes seemed unfocused, still lost to her own mind. Hold a conversation with this woman for more than five minutes at a time and you’ll see that she’s not altogether there. Her eyes turn cold and snap back out of their reverie to meet James’, her head tilting to the side. “I’m not sure what you’re trying to insinuate. I’m married too, you know. Jackson and I have been faithful for fifteen years to only each other. I was merely enquiring because I wasn’t so sure that you were supposed to be talking to me. Your wife probably wouldn’t like that. I know my husband certainly won’t when word gets back to him.” 

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[anastasia-burke]

There was something about Hogwarts that made her reckless, that allowed her the faintest glimmer of hope when she managed to push Micah away that she really might make it out of this undamaged. That maybe Jackson really was coming to save her after all. But all too late her back was being pulled flush against his chest, and she let out a hoarse cry when her head was snapped back, her hands automatically going to grapple with his, trying to tug herself out of his grip. She shook her head violently at the sight of his wand and opened her mouth to scream,”Help---” A plea which was cut off before it could be any use at all.

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Micah’s eyes fluttered shut, knowing every inch of her body like the back of his hand. She’d been his toy for all these years, his favourite that he could never find himself throwing out no matter how hard people urged him to. It’s because she had such a bite. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever.” Micah smirked, his lips leaving her a trail of marks she was sure to hate. “Ugh. I love your murderous dirty talking so much, babe.”

[anastasia-burke]

The marks were the last straw. Of course he had done it before, but not here, not like this, not where everyone could see. “Jackson.” Anastasia stuttered out, knowing she couldn’t let her husband know what went on when he left her alone. She shoved his head away, kneeing him in the groin. “Good, then you’ll absolutely adore it when I drive a fucking dagger through your chest.” The woman spat, pushing the other away with all her strength. “Help!” She shouted towards the door. “Jackson!” 

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“Maybe I ought to forbid you the chance to talk then, huh?” Micah said in a low tone, his wand coming the edge of his fingers and crawling up her leg. “Anastasia, tell me, do you truly mind this? Tell me that no part of you wants me and mean it. Look back at everything I’ve done for you, how much I’ve given you and how plain your life is without. Tell me you want me gone and mean it.” he hissed, biting down on her neck and sucking hard. “No. No you won’t.”

[anastasia-burke]

The woman just shook her head frantically at his touch, feeling his fingertips burn against her skin. He spoke like she should be grateful to him, and in a sick sort of way she was. Having the Devil by your side during lonely nights is better than having nobody at all, and Micah knew this from the one or two times he had managed to coax the truth from her. “I want you gone.” She gasped out, biting down hard on her lip as she felt his teeth make their bruises. “Please.” By now the woman knew it was no use to beg, but she did so anyway. Out of habit, she supposed. “I’ll dance on your grave. I’ll light your corpse on fire. I’ll kill you, I’ll kill you.” 

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“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?” Micah rolled his eyes, his teeth biting down to her neck, feeling an odd jump in his body as she spoke about Skoll. In all honesty, he didn’t even know Skoll was here. “No.” He growled, his fingers digging into her sides so hard he was sure there would be bruises. “Stop thinking you have any control over this situation. If you somehow thought you were done with this after school ended, you were so wrong, darling. I made you a promise to make your life a living hell, and I will keep it till the day I die.”

[anastasia-burke]

“You should know by now that not even you can shut me up.” Anastasia hissed. She could feel her pulse jump erratically where his teeth bit into her neck, and she let out a low moan of pain at his touch. There would be bruises, and there would be no-one to see them except for her and him. “Get your filthy hands off me.” Torture was one thing, but this? This was far worse. There was still a small part of her that ached for his touch, even after all this time, after everything, and she loathed herself for it. “I’ll kill you for what you’ve done.” She promised him, although she knew she wouldn’t. She wouldn’t be able to do that to Jackson on top of everything else. “I’ll kill you.” 

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“You should be grateful, doesn’t mean you will be.” Micah mumbled, his lips brushing against her neck, hands falling to her waist. Over the years, he chose a few beds he liked and came and went as he so pleased, Anastasia had always been a favourite of his and that meant he hooked himself onto her and decided nothing was enough. “I can’t help myself, Ana.. I need you.”

[anastasia-burke]

“Excuse me for not being grateful to the man who tortures me almost daily for his own sick pleasures.” Anastasia remarked, almost sweetly. Her hands reached up to his chest, trying to force him away, even though it was obvious he was far stronger than she ever would be. “There are others here you can use.” She breathed out, scared of making too much noise, scared someone would come in and see her for the weak person she was. “That Hufflepuff... the dog... Can I not be rid of you for just one day? Control yourself, you filth.” 

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“I’m never done torturing you, my darling. I lost enough, I can’t afford to lose you too.” Micah grinned, pressing his body against her in a very sexual manner. “Oh, shut up, Anastasia.”

[anastasia-burke]

“Well then I suppose I should be grateful for that.” Anastasia remarked shakily. “At least it means you won’t be killing me anytime soon.” It was some cruel, hideous joke that Anastasia was faithful to Jackson, and that because he was in another country more often and not that meant her bed was empty every night. Except, of course, when Micah chose to occupy it. The woman pressed back against the wall, her body trembling, hands clawing at the stone to try and pull herself away. “Not here. Please.. not here.”