Chapter Chapter 1 | Lost And Broken by billskarsgardswife at Inkitt

Summary

Scorpius Malfoy the Slytherin Prince. Brought up in a loving household that was until his mother died and his father closed up and was now distant and never around always away on business. Karine Ivanov the schools mystery. Her father high up in the Russian ministry, that is until it falls and she is sent to England to escape the terror of the threat of a looming war.

Genre: Romance/Mystery

Author: billskarsgardswife

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: 7

Rating: 5.0 1 review

Age Rating: 13+

Chapter 1

“What’s happening mama”, I asked my voice rushed due to the adrenaline coursing through my veins I had been running for a good 10 minutes, my mother had just stopped and was rummaging through her purse in search for her wand. “The ministry has fallen, your father is missing presumably dead, we have been targeted”, she suddenly stopped and pulled me close to her as she spotted the wisp of something blue and then all of a sudden a clear but hushed voice was heard in the alleyway we had stopped in. “My loves, ye must run. Run to England stay there change your names assume new identities if I survive I will meet you when it is safe, do not do anything rash if it’s meant to be I will be safe”, I listened fear crawling through my stomach clawing trying to reach out trying to find an exit through my mouth as I realised the owner of this voice, my father. My mother beside me had the same reaction I could hear her stifled breathing her staggering breaths giving me a second to catch her before she fell. As I caught her I heard screams around the corner and my flight or fight kicked in and I made a quick decision to grab my mom and apparate us to my cousins house in central London. For the short time we spun still in the alley I said goodbye to Moscow for what I believed to be the last time.

The somber music mixed with the fire whiskey in my system fuelled the numb feeling I have had this empty feeling the past month and a funeral with fake sympathisers wasn’t fixing anything. I hate pity. Don’t use someone’s pain to tick a box in the little notebook you one that makes you a better person, life doesn’t work like that. A funeral isn’t closure it’s more like putting a lid on your feelings since you’ve supposedly said goodbye. Dad has been distant since well the reason for this funeral. I saw him for the first time in a month today, he lost weight his already pale complexion was now a waxy grey his eyes, his hands shook underneath his dragon skin gloves which he so desperately tried to hide. However, what most scared me was the light trail of dried blood on his left arm surrounded by a pinkish hue that suggested ferocious scrubbing for something I knew he beat himself up about everyday but for some reason my mother had helped him see there was more to him then a now meaningless tattoo. It was different now she wasn’t here to comfort him when he had his nightmares or when someone made a comment about his previous decisions from his school years. She was gone and now we had to deal with it on our own.