where they are just and loyal.

i am more than likely to move alydia ( honcybadger ) to her own stand alone blog instead of a side blog ?? it gives me more a chance to write with other ha.rr/y po.t.ter characters that may not know of her bc of this being the main blog for all of the side blogs on here.

‘i’ll make you something, yeah? your favorite dish, just for you.’

‘let’s get you back to bed.’

‘shh, it was just a nightmare.’

‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’

‘i drew up a bath for you.’

‘you need rest.’

‘you ought to be asleep.’

‘i bought two.’

‘here. you can have the rest.’

‘i thought of you when i saw this.’

‘i like your smile.’

‘you have a cute laugh.’

‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’

‘it’s okay, i’m here, we’re okay.’

‘be careful.’

‘look both ways.’

‘you mean so much to me.’

‘i can’t lose you.’

‘i thought i might have lost you.’

‘how to you feel about the nickname, (insert nickname)?’

‘it looks good on you.’

‘i’ll make you soup.’

‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’

‘are you okay in there?’

‘that’s it, that’s it. get it all out. shh.’

‘it’s a remedy i knew. helps with your throat.’

‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’

‘i’m worried about you.’

‘what do you want to watch?’

‘where would you like to go for dinner?’

‘close your eyes and hold out your hands.’

‘we’ll figure it out.’

‘oh, it’s not big deal. you’re fine.’

‘i brought you some medicine for your cold.’

‘you’re important to me.’

‘this is your favorite song, right?’

‘you’re like a son/daughter to me.’

‘good luck!’

‘you’re like a mom/dad to me.’

‘don’t say that about yourself.’

‘want to come with?’

“wow! you look really nice.’

‘goodnight, (insert term of affection).’

‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’

‘you can have half.’

‘come here. let me fix it.’

‘your tie is crooked.’

‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’

‘i’m not going to hurt you.’

‘can i touch you?’

‘can i kiss you?’

‘can i hug you?’

‘promise.’

‘would i ever lie to you?’

‘i think you’re very beautiful/handsome.’

‘hey, good-looking.’

‘of course i care. you’re my family.’

‘one more chapter.’

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her body remained stiff as she realized percy reentered the room. she wanted to shift her body slightly away from him as he sat near her on the bed, but didn’t. nor did she try and stop him from taking her arm to his lap and released the pressure of the bandage on her. now, she payed attention to what exactly percy had put on her arm.

there was a quick moment to only remember if they did bring her some food and not the rest of her torture. just some water and some bread, be luckily you get that you filthy mud-blood. blinking the memory away, she answered. ❝ the only thing was bread that was about to mold and that was yesterday.  ❞

once he was done in redoing the bandage, she brought her arm back to herself. ❝ i-i don’t feel like stomaching anything… ❞ she mumbled.

Bread about to mold. Percy closed his eyes. Even using his wand to cook her a meal might rise suspicion. “Why isn’t your little house elf cooking for you with those filthy hands? Afraid she might taint anything she gives you?” He would wiggle out of it, but…but only just barely.

Only enough to get her done in next.

“Fine. You don’t have to eat anything.” He stood up and moved to the nearby armoire, filled with robes. From the drawers beneath he withdrew a long white nightshirt - one that fell to his knees and would no doubt fall even farther on her. “Here. If you want to change out of that. Might be more…” Comfortable.

He pushed the thoughts back. “Until I can put a bedroom together for you, you’ll sleep here. I’ll lock the door when I leave. The bathroom is attached to the hall as well as the bedroom - I’ll be locking the hall door as well, so don’t get any ideas.”

As he placed the nightshirt on the end of the bed, he looked up at her again. “…sleep. The world’ll feel a little better tomorrow.” And, fearing he said too much, he left quickly, going into the hall and quickly locking both the bedroom and hall door into the bathroom, then warding them just in case.

she was quiet as she watched him, she would most likely change into the nightshirt. though she wouldn’t really have anything else to wear in the morning besides that and the old clothes she came to him in.

what ideas was she going to get, her free will to even try to do some harm for herself is out the window the gold bangles preventing her to do so. seeing the nightshirt he placed besides her, she grabbed it and gently felt the fabric with her fingers, it’d be at least somewhat comfortable then her own clothes she had before all of this happened. back in her secluded cabin, protected from the now horrible world out there.

once he left with that speed, she slowly got up and took off her clothes that could’ve just been scraps of clothing once they were cleaned. she didn’t both to go and try to look in the mirror in the bathroom and see the battered condition her body was in. after she put on the nightgown, and at least shook her hair to a somewhat better condition her thoughts dawned on her.

alydia was no longer a person to the wizarding world, just a slave.

all of her friends were gone, dead or missing. percy turned just like the rest of them.

which the caused the tears she held in for so long to come. sitting on the bed, they were quiet first. small sniffles and hiccups. slowly the got louder where now she was laying on the bed and sobbing in the pillow. everything hurt, not just her body but her heart. she wanted to change it all go back and have them win the battle and not lose.

the sudden shift of percy leaving and the sounds of movement from the bathroom had her worry, and with him having his knuckles white holding a jar kept adding more to it. her hands flinched together at the obvious tone in his voice, naturally her legs shifted to bring them closer to her.

❝ y-yes. ❞ she forced herself to reply, her voice obviously showing how fearful she felt towards percy at this moment. she winced and couldn’t stop herself from letting out small whimpers from the stinging that poultice he felt on her. desperately, she wanted to change the bandage, the tightness seemed to amplify the stinging sensation from the poultice. but she knew that she couldn’t, he probably have her neck for even trying to do that.

alydia was scared now, no utterly terrified. him leaving again let her curl up more, bringing her legs on the bed and holding her arm but not near where the bandage was. 

tears started to filter up in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away and forced herself to stop before she ended up sobbing. but how long could she even do that before completely breaking down.

Percy returned to the room just as Alydia wiped her tears away, and he frowned, flicking his gaze over her to make sure that nothing else was wrong.

Her skin was even paler around the edges of the bandage on her arm, just beneath her fingers, and even as slim as she was he saw the pillowing beneath it. Fuck, he thought, lips thin as he sat on the edge of the bed beside her.

her body remained stiff as she realized percy reentered the room. she wanted to shift her body slightly away from him as he sat near her on the bed, but didn’t. nor did she try and stop him from taking her arm to his lap and released the pressure of the bandage on her. now, she payed attention to what exactly percy had put on her arm.

there was a quick moment to only remember if they did bring her some food and not the rest of her torture. just some water and some bread, be luckily you get that you filthy mud-blood. blinking the memory away, she answered. ❝ the only thing was bread that was about to mold and that was yesterday.  ❞

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