The cruel Guardian Angle
Hello Azalea.
“Hi” came the absent-minded reply from the five year old girl. Her soft voice more mumbled the spoken.
Azalea did not really pay attention to the voice greeting her, instead she focused on building the greatest castle whit her building-blocks. So far she had already completed the outer ring-wall but sadly she was running out of blocks and had yet to build the central palest.
She was so focused on her task that she did not notice that she was alone in the playroom of the daycare Harry, Dudley and she where enrolled. Every day they would be there from morning to evening because Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had to work long hours.
While the other children played outside in the nice weather Azalea was content to stay for herself, Harry wanted to watch the older children build at the workbenches but she had no interest in it.
Azalea.
Humming absently in response Azalea was still not aware that the voice she talked to came from out of nowhere nor that it was already strained whit irritation. She would not be able to give her castle the great palest it deserved… maybe she could use some of the thicker books to build it?
Standing up and smoothing out her flower themed yellow dress she made her way into the small library corner of the room. Azalea could not really read yet, she had problems whit long words and lose her lines often, so she was not really interested in the books themselves. She would be using them to build her great palest, maybe she could use a second one as the roof? She was halfway there when the voice came back.
You will focus on me! You insolent girl!
Before Azalea could even fully register the words so sis liquid pain rush through her small body. Her legs gave out the same second and before she even hit the ground was the room filled whit her agonized screams of pain. Her body felt as if she was burned alive, her lungs as if they where filled whit needles and shards of glass, her head as if pressure would destroy it any second but the centre of her pain was her heart, she clutched too it whit both her hands as if she could shield it from the pain.
Her vulnerable form withered on the ground, spasming uncontrollable, the unending pain flooded her nerves as her tortured screams filled the room, to hopefully alert somebody to help her.
But nobody would come.
It where only seconds but for Azalea it felt like an eternity, it felt so much worse then the nightmares, so much clearer, realer. She did not try to stand up, she instead cowered in the floor as sobs left her. She cried because it had hurt so much. She wanted Harry to help her, he would always try to help her, so why was he not coming? Why was nobody coming?
Will you now focus or shall I remind you again of my presents?
“n-no, please no. please, ple-” she couldn’t even finish to stutter her begging before the voice was screaming at her again.
Quiet!
Another jolt of pain shot through her, making her flinch and sob even more. What had she done wrong? Why did he hurt her so bad? Where even was he? How could he do these things?
Azalea in that moment wished her parents where still here, her mommy and daddy would protect her. She wished somebody would come, she thought about asking the voice to stop but she did not dare to speak, didn’t want to anger it.
Good, you will lern your place in due time… Azalea do you know who I am?
She did not, between her sobbing and the shaking of her body could she only absently focus on the voice but it was still so loud in her ears, still so clear despite her noises. All she could think about was where the voice came from.
Slowly she tried to sit up, tremors still consuming her. She dreaded that the voice would hurt her again, expected it even but it let her sit up in peace.
Trembling and still teary Azalea sat in the middle of the room, her knees secured to her chest as she hugged herself and cautiously looked around the room.
She looked at the drawing tables, the playing corner where her castle stood, to the entrance that was still closed and at last at the library corner. But there was nobody. Her small eyes scanned the room again and again but she could not find whoever spoke to her.
Then she rememberer his Question, but she didn’t know who he was, slowly she shook her head. She did not think about answering him whit her voice, she was too scared for that.
I am the Lord Voldemort my child, do you know that name?
“n-no sir. I don’t…” she spoke very quietly, whispered it as if raising her voice would anger him and thereby hurt her. Why was he telling her this? Why was he so mean? Did she break any rules? Wasn’t she allowed to stay indoors? Should she apologize?
He answered her thoughts, that this should be impossible Azalea did not realize yet.
You did not give me your undivided attention, an offens others suffered worse fates then you can imagine… you may see this as our first rule. You will focus solely on me when I speak.
His voice was still on edge, he was still angry whit her but he did not hurt her again. His words sunk in and Azalea was confused, was it really that bad when she didn’t focus on him? Did she hurt him by not listening? She couldn have know that…
“I’m sorry mister…” Azalea murmured apologetic. Somewhat easing her tight hug around herself she considered the situation. Why couldn’t she see him? Was he a ghost? Or a fairy?
At the last thought she could hear him chuckle darkly, it was condescending as if she was really dumb… and it made her feel dumb and she didn’t like that…
You still have much to lern, but in due time you will know. Azalea, I am a most powerful being… and I have decided that you have eared the privilege of my attention.
His voice was still evil, like he was a big bad men and he had to stop himself from hurting her just for fun. He made her feel very bed, he made her feel small and insignificant. She didn’t like his tone, she didn’t like it at all.
His attention? But why her? Azalea was not special, well her name was pretty special which was very special. And then he was also a powerful being? What did that mean? Was he God?
At that he chuckled again, this time less condescending but more humorous as if she made an comparison he liked.
Azalea was still sitting on the floor and while her body slowly relaxed again it was still very much curled in on itself.
Was he God? But in the bible hour every morning the adults would always read them of how kind and nice god is. But then why was he so angry whit her? Did she do something evil? Would she go to hell now?
Hell? No, no you will not go to hell and sadly I am no god just yet… however that will change soon enough…
Oh? Not God? But then who was he? Azalea subconsciously slowly swayed from side to side. She was deep in thought, he said his name was Lord Voldemort… but she didn’t know what that name meant? Was he a King? Was he an Angle? Then it hit her, it was so obvious.
“Are you my guardian angle then?” she asked timidly, she did want to earn more punishments.
There was an long pause, but Azalea did not dare to stand just yet. Nor did she dare to speak before he did. She didn’t dare to hope he was gone.
Yes my girl, I am your guardian angle. From now on I am your lord, I am your saviour, I am your god.
Azalea did not know how to feel or what to say. A cold emptiness was consuming her, a dreadful foreboding of her future.
She could hear his mocking laughter at her thoughts and feelings and Azalea wanted to cry all over again.
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Her guardian angle was an very evil being, he was so vile towards her.
After he had introduced himself as her lord he made her abandon her castle and instead work on her reading.
At first that wasn’t so bad, she needed to become better at her reading but how he taught was very painful. He made her read Book after Book and whenever she would mess up while reading he would harm her. Every wrongly spoken Word would make him shoot pure agony through her.
Another thing he made her swear on her life was that she would keep him secret, even to Harry. She didn’t want to keep secrets from her Brother…
Now the Dursley household was gathered at the dinner table. Aunt Petunia made something to eat while they had to wait in silence. Uncle Vernon was reading a news paper whit an ever increasing scolding demeanour, Dudley was practically sleeping whit his head on the table and Harry was daydreaming. Normally Harry and her would speak about all the adventures of the day but today they sat in silence. Azalea however did not even think about relaxing her posture, he didn’t want her to, had said that “a girl has to lern to keep posture” and threatened her whit the same burning pain he used through out the day if she where to loosen up.
He must enjoy to hurt her. Every time she didn’t do as he said or made a mistake he punished her so intensely and it would his voice gleeful when she would cry, mocking her whit his joy.
Just then Petunia came to the Table.
“There, Dinner is ready.” she said while placing an casserole in the middle of the table. Both Dursleys perked up at the smell while Harry broke free from his distant daze. Cutting into the casserole and putting portions of it on each teller, soon everyone started to eat. Azalea could wait to dig in, she didn’t eat anything today in the daycare...he wouldn’t allow her to stop reading. Just then he decided to threaten her.
I do hope you know how to properly eat.
Dread was all that she could feel, she was frozen in her place, her hand hovering aboth her fork. She didn’t know what he meant whit “properly eat”. Was there a special way to hold her fork and knife? She knew he wouldn’t help her, he punished but didn’t correct. Azalea often had to figure out what she had done wrong and hope whit each correction that he would stop whit the attacks. He just wanted excuses to hurt her…
“Eat girl or I will give your plate to Dudley.” Vernon growled at her whit an full mouth, already half way done whit his first portion. Glancing at Dudley he also was far ahead whit his portion.
A low burning spread in her chest, a warning that he guardian angle also lost his patience whit her. Whit an trembling hand did she grab her fork as her aunt had taught her, a soft but firm grip at the handle, held like a pencil, whit the prongs down. Azalea awaited the pain, tears already had build up, but it never came and that made her unreasonably happy. She was overjoyed that she wasn’t punished.
Very carefully and very slowly did she eat her meal, least she would make him angry in any other way.
As Azalea ate her meal she didn’t hear his voice again.
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Harry and Azalea where in there cupboard. It was very small, barely enough for one of them but they learned how to comfortably sleep in the limited space together. The...bed was an mattress on the floor.
The Twins truly loved there “secret” bedroom but still it would feel oppressive sometimes. The worse of it was that they had no light aside from the bit that came though the creaks of the door.
Then there where the spiders. Azalea would never understand how Harry could ignore them, how he could just fall asleep while they crawled around. It wasn’t so bad anymore, mostly a few house spiders that would linger aboth them, it had been worse. Azalea typically would ignore them but tonight she actively observe them.
“Azalea?” Harry asked sleepily. They both where practically cuddled together because there wasn’t enough room not to.
“Yeah?”
“Are you mad at me?” he asked quietly.
Azalea turned her head to him, but before she could reassure him that ,no, she wasn’t mad at him he started again.
“You didn’t speak whit me since the morning… and you look so sad since… did I do something?”
“Harry… no, you didn’t do anything. I’m just annoyed whit myself.”
Azalea hugged Harry closer to her, she would never want him to think that he had done anything wrong, it would be so unfair to him when it was only the guardian angle that made her sad.
Harry retuned the hug fiercely, Azalea and him where always close, always them doing everything together. Every day spend not together was a punishment in itself, they where whole only together and Harry would do everything he could do for it to stay like that.
Hugging and comforting each other they layed in silence.
“I love you Harry”
“I love you too Lea”