#abigailfletcher

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It was strange how they had come so far -- from strangers, to heated lovers, and now to people who really had nothing more to say to one another. Owen could apologise to Abigail for all the horrific things he had done to her, and even to his other victims, but where would be the point in that? It wouldn’t fix things; it wouldn’t undo the torture or the harsh words they exchanged, the expression of hate and the denials of love. It wouldn’t change a damn thing. He barely ever apologised for anything and even then, why change one’s behaviour so far into the game? But he pitied her for losing so much so young, and he pitied her for having so much faith in the good of all things.

“There isn’t a single person on this planet that isn’t selfish -- wizard and human alike.” Owen’s husked tones became softer, almost soothing in a way and they lacked their usual hostility. His amber-flecked grey gaze moved from the Gryffindor to stare across the lake, his body tightening to stop the onset of shivers. “You want your parents back, and for this bloody war to come to an end in rainbows and unicorns. Voldemort wants to lord over us all, with even Death Eaters beneath him in the long run. And me…” He trailed off and briefly allowed a shiver to ripple down his spine, the Dementors having affected him terribly. “I want to forget everything and play Quidditch.” Owen tipped his head back against the bark of the tree and stared up into the thick canopy. “But we can’t. Your parents will never be back, I’ll never play Quidditch the way I wanted to because we’re fighting a war, and we’re fighting each other.”

Owen dropped his head to land his gaze on Abbie once again, and there was a sad smile tugging at his pale lips. “Life isn’t fair, Fletch. It never has been. It’s a horrible messy shade of grey with lighter and darker patches throughout and sometimes, the bad guys win. Beedle the Bard isn’t going to finish this tale with a moral and a few light jokes.” It didn’t matter at the end of the day who won, in Owen’s case, because either way he was doomed. If Voldemort carried out his plan and ruled all, then he would be stuck in lifelong servitude to the man. If he lost and good triumphed over evil, then Owen would spend the rest of his days in Azkaban with the rest of the Death Eaters. “But if you’re going to be one of the idiots that fight, then don’t whinge and cry about it all. Put your loss to use -- let it drive you. Otherwise? It’s wasted and without it; what would you really be fighting for?”

[jasonstonem]

Jay and Abigail Fletcher

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Jay wiped his expensive shoes on the battered floor mat in the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron, tugging off his robes, which were slightly damp from the rain that was about to come down in the middle of London. Making his way over to the bar, he pushed his hand into the deep pockets of the black robes, his perfect white teeth biting down on his full lips as he searched for some money to pay for a drink while the rain passed over. Although not actually being far away from his home in Camden, Jay preferred to stay within the magical shopping district of Diagon Alley,  viewing any time away from his parents seen as time well spent. Their current interest in Jay and his career was overbearing to say the least, and Jay was pretty sure that if he heard his father tell him once more how ‘A million wizards would kill to be where you’re at’ he would show Richard Stonem just how good his beaters arm actually was. His fingers curled around a handful of galleons, a smile flitting onto his lips as he realised he had enough to get merrily drunk in the infamous tavern before sleeping it off on a long train ride to Hogwarts the next morning. Jay had never been short of money, his father’s success at the ministry meaning that he was able to thrust bags of gold at Jay in substitute for neglecting him completely. Since his transfer to the England quidditch team, a process which would be complete upon his arrival at Hogwarts, Jay also had the luxury of his own wage. Jay pushed a handful of change onto the bar-top and requested his favourite drink. One of which, to his knowledge, he was only able to attain in London and the ingredients of which nobody at the Leaky Cauldron had ever revealed to him. Jay only knew that it was strong, blue, and frothing a white smoke from the top. Regardless of its appearance, Jay found the drink quite to his taste, and headed over to sit by one of the many fireplaces in the tavern and dry off, drink bubbling happily in his hand.

[sapphirecarrow]

Sapphire & Abigail

Sapphire Carrow had an air about her, something that screamed fearless. She was pale skinned and dark haired, and her shimmering, deep blue eyes were mesmerising. She would stroll through the castle grounds, her gaggle of first year minions following her, hanging on her every word. She was their mentor, teaching them to be the proud Slytherins they ought to be. Many would turn away and cower when they saw her approaching. Many would stop, turn and walk in the opposite direction at some pace. She loved this. She fed on this fear. She turned her head from side to side, surveying the area for her latest prey - she found it.

This time, it was deliberate. It wasn't just a small, fearful first year Gryffindor that she picked from the pack. This person was someone she had been searching for. Abigail Fletcher. Alecto Carrow, Sapphire's mother, had given the young girl a set of instructions, all revolving around watching, taunting, torturing and making the life of Abigail Fletcher as miserable as she possibly could. Why? Abigail knew something. She knew something about her father. Her father had been set up by Sapphire's mother and a selection of other Death Eaters many years previous - for protection purposes. Death Eaters may be seen as the worst kind of evil in the wizarding world, but they are family. They protect their own. It was Sapphire's job to find out what Abigail knew about her fathers imprisonment. How much she knew about the entire situation and how it unfolded. A cruel smirk crossed Sapphires ruby lips as she moved herself slowly towards the blonde Gryffindor before her.