serpentqueen13: Patient #42409 (Draco/Morag, PG?)
Title: Patient #42409
Author: serpentqueen13
Rating: PG? (I still suck at ratings)
Prompt Set: 100.3
Prompt: #41~Burning
Word Count: 874
Summary: Morag is 'saved' from captivity as a Death Eater's slave, and sent to rehabilitation, but all she wants is to be 'saved' again.
Warnings: General darkness, references to torture, breathplay, slavery, bondage and mental disorders.
Notes: Also for 50_darkfics prompt #43~candle. And if you want to see how my mind can twist something, I dare you to listen to Bonnie McKee's 'Honey' while you read this (the cut text has come from there). Also, Morag's patient number comes from Adam Pascal's 'Book of Endings'.
The chains were heavy against her wrists, or rather, they should have been, but they weren't, and Morag MacDougal was too distracted to notice or care. She was too focused to notice how the things that should have caused pain didn't, that the fire threw no heat, that the stone of the floor wasn't cool against her feet. Instead she was focused on the blond man that came through the door, and without saying so much as a word to her walked over to the window and blew out the single beeswax candle burning on the sill, and then walked towards her.Morag's breath caught, but just as his hand closed around her throat--and dimly she registered that there was no feeling of pain from the nails digging into her throat, no heat or tightness from the chokehold--she woke.
Morag always woke up, and it always brought a small cry of despair to her lips when she did. Always...Always she hoped that this time it would be real again, this time it wouldn't just be some disjointed memory melded with fantasy and a fervent hope. She looked up from her nest of pillows and covers where she was curled up like a cat, and stared at the window, which held a single beeswax candle, burning brightly against the windowpane, reflected against the crescent moon.
~*~Patient #42409--Morag Nessa MacDougal
Patient is a twenty-three year old Caucasian female, with red hair and brown eyes. She stands at approximately 5'10" and is in remarkably good physical condition--well muscled and bordering between average and underweight for a woman of her age. Patient was raised in a very traditional and affluent Scottish pureblood household--one brother, Niall MacDougal , two years older. There is some debate as to whether she suffered psychological trauma at a young age, witnessing her mother kill an uncle in front of her, but reports are spotty at best. Patient attended Hogwarts, was Sorted into Ravenclaw , and showed high marks through her education. After Hogwarts, the patient joined with the Ministry of Magic, finishing hit-witch training and worked there for nearly a year and a half before leaving and going freelance.
Patient was eventually caught by Death Eaters, and tortured systematically, before as she says she '...finally broke...pleaded for death' but instead was given by He-Who-Must-Not Be-Named to Draco Malfoy as a slave and prisoner. She was rescued from a unremarkable house by members of the Order of The Phoenix, along with several others, whom she purports to have never seen.
Patient currently presents with Bipolar I Disorder, with a history of panic attacks and insomnia and what is a very severe case of Stockholm syndrome. Thus far she remains resolute in her love for 'her master' and declares if asked that he's going to come back for 'his kitten'. The majority of the time she seems rational and logical in a rather eccentric way, if prone to violent and dark thoughts (possibly watch for suicidal behaviour during episodes of depression). In order to keep her stable and amicable she wears thick silver bracelets on her wrists (reason unknown, hypothesis: memory of chains) and demands a beeswax candle and a west-facing window at all times. These last seem to have some religious reason, as she lights the candle every night and extinguishes it only after dawn, and is often observed by Healers on rounds as kneeling in prayer in her native language (Gàidhlig, Scottish Gaelic--no known speaker on staff) or staring out the window silently. She also makes repeated demands for a black leather collar that she was wearing when rescued (currently in her personal effects held in trust by the office, spelled, engraved in the center with two serpents entwined in some Celtic knot) these requests are denied consistently.
Recommendations:
*Possible permanent resident of the Rehabilitation Clinic For War Injuries and Trauma
*At this time we do not recommend that she be moved from her private room.
*We recommend that no matter what her requests, she not have her collar returned, it may only worsen her condition.
Dr. S.E. Jefferies
Samuel Everett Jefferies, Medi-wizard
~*~
Lavender came to visit Morag sometimes--Morag was never quite sure why, it wasn't as if the Gryffindor liked her, but she didn't really mind. The only person she hated who visited her was Granger, she had always hated her for getting better grades in Transfiguration than she did, and even if Lavender was a Gryff, she brought her divination tools to amuse her.
Morag was rarely amused, but at least it was something interesting. Her mother had been a devout believer in divination, but Lachina MacDougal had been a devout believer in a lot of things. She sighed as Lavender turned up the same tarot card she always did--the eight of swords.
And as always, she sputtered an apology, turned pink and tried to explain that it merely referred to the past-- bondage and restriction--and as always Morag smiled, told her 'of course' and then watched as she made her excuses and left, but as soon as the sun went down, Morag walked over to the window, lit the beeswax candle and thought, desperately, with a silent prayer to her ancestors. Maybe this time, maybe this time he'll come save me.
Author: serpentqueen13
Rating: PG? (I still suck at ratings)
Prompt Set: 100.3
Prompt: #41~Burning
Word Count: 874
Summary: Morag is 'saved' from captivity as a Death Eater's slave, and sent to rehabilitation, but all she wants is to be 'saved' again.
Warnings: General darkness, references to torture, breathplay, slavery, bondage and mental disorders.
Notes: Also for 50_darkfics prompt #43~candle. And if you want to see how my mind can twist something, I dare you to listen to Bonnie McKee's 'Honey' while you read this (the cut text has come from there). Also, Morag's patient number comes from Adam Pascal's 'Book of Endings'.
The chains were heavy against her wrists, or rather, they should have been, but they weren't, and Morag MacDougal was too distracted to notice or care. She was too focused to notice how the things that should have caused pain didn't, that the fire threw no heat, that the stone of the floor wasn't cool against her feet. Instead she was focused on the blond man that came through the door, and without saying so much as a word to her walked over to the window and blew out the single beeswax candle burning on the sill, and then walked towards her.Morag's breath caught, but just as his hand closed around her throat--and dimly she registered that there was no feeling of pain from the nails digging into her throat, no heat or tightness from the chokehold--she woke.
Morag always woke up, and it always brought a small cry of despair to her lips when she did. Always...Always she hoped that this time it would be real again, this time it wouldn't just be some disjointed memory melded with fantasy and a fervent hope. She looked up from her nest of pillows and covers where she was curled up like a cat, and stared at the window, which held a single beeswax candle, burning brightly against the windowpane, reflected against the crescent moon.
~*~Patient #42409--Morag Nessa MacDougal
Patient is a twenty-three year old Caucasian female, with red hair and brown eyes. She stands at approximately 5'10" and is in remarkably good physical condition--well muscled and bordering between average and underweight for a woman of her age. Patient was raised in a very traditional and affluent Scottish pureblood household--one brother, Niall MacDougal , two years older. There is some debate as to whether she suffered psychological trauma at a young age, witnessing her mother kill an uncle in front of her, but reports are spotty at best. Patient attended Hogwarts, was Sorted into Ravenclaw , and showed high marks through her education. After Hogwarts, the patient joined with the Ministry of Magic, finishing hit-witch training and worked there for nearly a year and a half before leaving and going freelance.
Patient was eventually caught by Death Eaters, and tortured systematically, before as she says she '...finally broke...pleaded for death' but instead was given by He-Who-Must-Not Be-Named to Draco Malfoy as a slave and prisoner. She was rescued from a unremarkable house by members of the Order of The Phoenix, along with several others, whom she purports to have never seen.
Patient currently presents with Bipolar I Disorder, with a history of panic attacks and insomnia and what is a very severe case of Stockholm syndrome. Thus far she remains resolute in her love for 'her master' and declares if asked that he's going to come back for 'his kitten'. The majority of the time she seems rational and logical in a rather eccentric way, if prone to violent and dark thoughts (possibly watch for suicidal behaviour during episodes of depression). In order to keep her stable and amicable she wears thick silver bracelets on her wrists (reason unknown, hypothesis: memory of chains) and demands a beeswax candle and a west-facing window at all times. These last seem to have some religious reason, as she lights the candle every night and extinguishes it only after dawn, and is often observed by Healers on rounds as kneeling in prayer in her native language (Gàidhlig, Scottish Gaelic--no known speaker on staff) or staring out the window silently. She also makes repeated demands for a black leather collar that she was wearing when rescued (currently in her personal effects held in trust by the office, spelled, engraved in the center with two serpents entwined in some Celtic knot) these requests are denied consistently.
Recommendations:
*Possible permanent resident of the Rehabilitation Clinic For War Injuries and Trauma
*At this time we do not recommend that she be moved from her private room.
*We recommend that no matter what her requests, she not have her collar returned, it may only worsen her condition.
Dr. S.E. Jefferies
Samuel Everett Jefferies, Medi-wizard
~*~
Lavender came to visit Morag sometimes--Morag was never quite sure why, it wasn't as if the Gryffindor liked her, but she didn't really mind. The only person she hated who visited her was Granger, she had always hated her for getting better grades in Transfiguration than she did, and even if Lavender was a Gryff, she brought her divination tools to amuse her.
Morag was rarely amused, but at least it was something interesting. Her mother had been a devout believer in divination, but Lachina MacDougal had been a devout believer in a lot of things. She sighed as Lavender turned up the same tarot card she always did--the eight of swords.
And as always, she sputtered an apology, turned pink and tried to explain that it merely referred to the past-- bondage and restriction--and as always Morag smiled, told her 'of course' and then watched as she made her excuses and left, but as soon as the sun went down, Morag walked over to the window, lit the beeswax candle and thought, desperately, with a silent prayer to her ancestors. Maybe this time, maybe this time he'll come save me.