Callie's body was pressed against Kyle's as they danced. The bass was loud and low; vibrating the floor each time it left the giant speakers at the front of the club's dance floor. The nineteen-year-old man smirked down at his girlfriend, clearly a foot or two shorter than him. She opened her glassy eyes and smiled up at him brilliantly in the darkness of the club. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her. His hands slid down her back to grip her butt. She pulled back and gave him a teasing smile. As she spun around, she raised her arms and laid an icy palm against his cheek behind her as she danced to the beat. Kyle began to kiss her neck softly and let his hands slide down her sides to rest on her lower stomach. The fifteen-year-old girl smiled playfully and closed her eyes, reveling in the thrill of her drunken ecstasy.

Kyle pulled away from her neck to murmur in her ear. "Let's get out of here," he said seductively, a lilt to his voice that made chills run down her spine. Callie smiled and nodded swiftly in agreement. She lifted his hands from her stomach and led him expertly through the crowd and towards the front door.

"Hold on, babe," he said suddenly as they neared the entrance. She groaned, letting her impatience and irritation creep into the sound, and followed him back to the bar.

"One for the road." he said with a grin. She lifted her slim shoulders and let them drop in a shrug. Her eyes drifted across the club, not noticing when Kyle paid for their drinks with money from her wallet. He looked over her shoulder and smiled coyly, pointing to something behind her. "Hey, isn't that Derek?" he asked as she turned around. She searched the crowd of people for the friend he'd mentioned, temporarily distracted while he poured a bit of powder into her drink.

"I don't see him," she replied, her voice conveying her disappointment. She frowned over at her boyfriend.

The cunning man shrugged lightly. "Oh well," he said as he handed her the tainted drink. "We'll see him later, then." She smiled a little at him and nodded before taking the glass. Both of them downed it in one gulp and left the glasses on the bar for the bartender to take care of later.

The couple laughed as they hurried out of the bar and climbed into Kyle's car, a flaming-red Chevy Camaro. Callie buckled up instantly, making Kyle roll his eyes as he revved the engine and sped out of the parking lot towards his apartment.

Once they were inside, Kyle roughly pulled Callie against his body, pressing his lips against hers, eager to finally do what he had been waiting to do for so long. He hadn't touched her during the entire car ride, afraid he might crash his beloved car.

But now that they were safely in the building, she kissed him back with great enthusiasm. She giggled softly as their tongues danced and he picked her up by the hips. Callie wrapped her legs around his waist and started unbuttoning his shirt as he carried her to the bedroom, the drugs making her mind a warzone. He tossed her onto the mattress and pulled his shirt off completely before going at his girlfriend's. She laughed as he ran his fingers up the cream colored tank top she wore, the girl being extremely ticklish. He forced a smile, always annoyed by that. She pressed her lips together, stopping her giggles as she sat up fully, stripping the barrier off in a swift movement. He flashed a mischievous smirk and attacked her mouth, while pulling off Callie's jeans.

She didn't protest as she normally would have, which pleased him greatly. Perfect, he thought as the rest of their clothes were removed. The drugs are working great! I've got to remember to thank Derek for them.

After stripping himself of the rest of his clothing, and without thinking about the pain it would cause the virgin girl under him, he thrust his member forcefully into her, shoving himself half of the way in. She broke away from his lips and cried out in agony, her vision blurring with tears.

"Kyle," she gasped, "stop. It hurts."

She bit back the urge to start crying, knowing it would only make her situation worse. Anger flashed through his eyes and she immediately regretted it. He smacked her right across the face, leaving a bright red hand print on her extremely pale skin. Callie, stunned and breathless from pain, spoke and barely registered what she said next. "Never mind, it's not that bad."

Kyle blinked rapidly, the anger slowly fading from his eyes. But they were as hard as steel, and there was a determination to get what he wanted from her.

"That's what I thought," he muttered. He blinked a few more times, and then his eyes seemed to lose their focus; his pupils dilated. He leaned down, still only halfway inside her. "Just keep your fucking mouth shut." he growled. "You're mine." he added, his voice low and terrifying. A chill ran up her spine, not from his accent this time, and nodded slowly. Kyle pulled away from her ear and crashed his lips back to hers. He bit her bottom lip hard, knowing it was one of her turn-on's. Her back arched, causing her to press her bare chest to his and moan deeply.

"I thought you'd like that," he hissed as he pushed further into her. Callie groaned, purposefully making it sound more from pleasure than pain, even as she felt like she was being torn apart right up the middle. She forced herself to keep from crying, no matter how much she wanted to. He sighed and pulled out a bit before slamming into her again, going even further this time. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, a small tear escaping her. His smile turned into a sinister smirk as he pulled out again, kissing her deeply at the same time that he thrust into her. She kissed back enough to satisfy him, the tears running freely now.

"Don't worry, babe," he sighed against her lips. "This is amazing..."

She whimpered, too soft for him to hear as he sped up. His hips clashed into hers rhythmically; his eyes closed in response. His breath was coming in loud pants while he moved his hands over her flat stomach, completely oblivious to her pain and distress. Finally, he groaned loudly, slamming into her a final time before shooting his seed into her. After what seemed like forever, he laid partly on her, panting loudly in her ear. After a few minutes, his breathing calmed and he pulled out of her completely. She took a shaky breath before he kissed her lightly on the lips. Kyle rolled over, a satisfied smiled gracing his handsome face, and fell asleep next her, facing away from her and still naked.

It seemed like hours had passed before Kyle started up his characteristic snore. Making sure he was completely asleep, she slipped out of the bed and made her way down the hallway to his bathroom. The tears ran heavily down her cheeks again; she was in excruciating pain just from the ten or fifteen steps. She closed the door behind her and turned on the shower all the way to hot. Moving in front of the mirror, Callie inspected herself. With blurry vision, caused by the drugs Kyle had given her, she could see the bruises covering her pale skin, obvious along her face, neck, and arms. Blood ran down her legs and was smeared across her stomach and midsection. Hatred and sadness tugged at her heart and she hit the light switch, turning off the light so she would no longer have to see the telling marks of her broken promises.

Feeling her way towards the shower, she carefully stepped into the scalding hot water. Her breath came in a low hiss as it burned her always-icy skin and left painful, angry red marks across her arms and back. Callie did not, however, turn down the heat of the water. She felt like she'd deserved the pain she was receiving, partially for allowing the previous incident to happen and also for everything else she'd done in her relatively short life. Without reason, she glanced down at the water that ran off her body as it flowed toward the drain. Mercifully, she couldn't see it.

Suddenly, she began sobbing, not knowing what else to do. Her mind reeled as she thought of everything that was wrong with this picture. What if she'd gotten pregnant? Would she be able to get away from Kyle? Callie had tried that before, but he somehow always found her. At least it was only Holiday Break and she could escape from him and back to her friends at Hogwarts before anything worse could happen. Then a new wave of panic hit her, turning her sobs into soft hysterics. What would her friends think of her? She knew they would all be supportive and consoling, helping her protect herself from the abusive relationship she had hid from them. But what if she had gotten pregnant? Would they shun her? Or be angry at her?

Callie cried in the almost-boiling water for a long time, eventually calming enough to wash up and get out. She wrapped a towel snugly around her, ignoring the flames that licked at her blistered skin from the touch, and slipped silently into Kyle's room. He snored loudly, signaling that he was still very much asleep. She sighed in relief and bit her lip hard as she got dressed, making sure to not make a sound. Once fully clothed, she returned to the steam-filled bathroom and dried her dark brown hair by quickly rubbing it with the towel. She sneaked out of the bathroom and down the hall and to the front room. Throwing on her sweatshirt and grabbing her bag, she hesitated. With one final glance at the bedroom where Kyle slept, she hurried out of the apartment and out the building.

Callie ran as fast as she possibly could to the main street and hailed a taxi. She gave the driver the address to 12 Grimmauld Place, where she knew Harry and the Weasley family was staying for the holidays. Her eyes stung, threatening to spill more tears but she swallowed the lump in her throat. Finally, the cab arrived at the top of the street.

"Right here is fine," she alerted him, and he pulled off to the side even though the street was empty. She gave him a handful of bills, knowing it was much more than needed. "Happy Christmas," she said in a rush as she hopped out.

"And the same to you," he replied, grinning broadly and pulling away the second her door was shut.

She walked down the street, looking for the place where the houses seemed to have skipped a number. Her heart jumped with homesickness when she saw it. She then stepped onto the sidewalk in front of the building. The houses on one side began to shake and shift over, revealing a whole other building. Callie pushed the gate open and hurried up the front steps, slipping in very quietly.

She figured that the occupants of Grimmauld Place would be asleep, and tiptoed through the Entrance Hall until she came into the kitchen where she saw Sirius Black and Molly Weasley murmuring quietly. Sirius appeared disgruntled and Molly was obviously triumphant, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth as she knit colorful threads into a strange looking garment. Sirius, having seen someone in his peripheral vision, turned to glare at the intruder. But upon seeing Callie, the irritation dissipated into joy, and then into dismay as he caught the expression in her eyes.

"Callie?"

Molly turned surprise evident on her worry-lined face. She tossed her work to the floor and hurried to Callie's side, who flinched away when Molly tried to hug her.

"What happened dear?" She asked, not bothering to hide to the hurt and confusion in her voice. Callie didn't say anything, and merely shook her head. She had never been good at hiding her emotions, and knew that her voice would betray her if she opened her mouth.

"Do you need to sit down? You look like you're going to pass out. Come here dear," Molly grabbed Callie's hand and pulled her to the chair she had previously occupied. Slowly lowering herself onto the agonizingly hard surface, Callie steeled herself for the questions she knew were coming, not only from Molly and Sirius, but from the rising teenagers upstairs. Callie could hear their quiet voices and heavy steps.

"What's happened to you?" Sirius asked his voice like ice. Sirius had always been like a father to her, for as long as she could remember. She had returned to Grimmauld Place in similar states, but it had never been this bad. There had been times when she would be so thin they were afraid to touch her, for fear of breaking her. There had been times where there had been dark splotches along her jaw, neck, and further down to where they were no longer visible behind her baggy sweatshirts. And they had never thought to ask her where they had come from; never thought to ask her who would dare lay their hands on her.

"Nothing," she whispered, her voice cracking. She lowered her eyes to her hands, which were clasped tightly in her lap. Sirius scoffed and grabbed her chin with a gentleness that belied his livid expression. His eyes had ignited into grey fire.

"Do you call this nothing?" He hissed, his fingers tightening ever-so-slightly on her jaw. Unable to control the sudden onslaught of emotions, Callie whimpered and cowered away from him. He pulled his hand back as though he had been burned, and his fierce expression died into something like defeat. He suspected; he knew. But she couldn't bring herself to confirm his fears.

"I'm tired," she murmured, so quietly Molly had barely heard her. "I'm tired."

"Of course you are dear!" Molly wrapped a protective arm around Callie's waist and pulled her up from the chair. "Sirius, can she use your room for tonight? The Order is here and the rest of the rooms are full…"

"She can," Sirius said, turning to stare into the dying fire. His expressionless eyes reflected the glowing embers in such a way that chilled Callie. She had hurt Sirius. Who else would she hurt?

"Come on, dear," Molly murmured and led Callie up the stairs. She tried to hide the fact that she was wincing with every step she took, but Molly could see the pain in her expression. The older woman opened up a door to her left and led her into the room.

"If there's anything you need… anything at all… please, don't be afraid to ask."

Callie kept her back turned, trying to hide the fact that she was on the verge of tears. She nodded and stood there until she heard the door open and close again. Callie numbly pulled back the blankets of her bed and crawled under them, curling into a tight ball, wrapping her arms around her legs. Her breath quickened into short pants as the night's events came crashing down back on her. Her whole body shook with the sobs that she wanted so badly to let out, but she only cried silently to herself before exhaustion won, and her world turned black.