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I take one more fleeting look over my shoulder at the house that I have called a home for so long, its stifling walls and over protective inhabitants. Being the only girl in a family of six brothers can make any girl wish for just a few moments of reprieve. I give a deep sigh, why was I even bothering to sneak; they wouldn't notice that I was missing anyway, not like they'd care. The twins would, but it's not like they would rat me out for something that had been their idea in the first place.

Walking away, I pull my hood up around my face, hiding the trademark red hair and freckles with a deep shadow. Mother had been harsh, but what had I been expecting, sunshine and hugs. It's never been like that, not with her. She was always the first person to step up with cruel words and hostile glares. I was really only part of the family by name, taking care of all the mundane tasks that she thought was beneath her. Ready to snap if I made even the slightest mistake in her perfect routine, ready to debase me in the eyes of the rest of my family, only the twins gave me refuge.

Molly probably doesn't even realize that I'm not in my bed. Choosing instead to check up on bloody Potter and the Weasel, the only thing that I had been useful to her recently is to make sure that Potter was rightly married into the family, she wants to sink her claws into him that badly. Practically throwing me at him, it made my skin crawl with the need to get away from him and everything that he represented, not that I was likely to rush into the arms of the Death Eaters but damn right coming close, and the bloody git that he was. Just lapping up all of the attention that he has pouring over him. For someone who claims not to want it, doesn't do much to stop it.

The streets of Ottery St. Catchpole were almost deserted. There was practically nothing to do in this small town anyway. Then again, it was better than cooped up in the house, Molly has been practically breathing down my neck to make sure her precious little slave didn't fall into the wrong hands. Not that she loves me; since I was born I was different from the rest. The events of my first year all but proving that I was going to be the bed egg in the bunch. No thought that I had no choice in what I was doing.

I take the street out of the village, the darkness and the calm soothing me more than anything I could do in the house. When I was the farthest from the village, I heard the stealthy movements of someone following me. Stopping myself from cursing under my breath, there wasn't much that I could do, using magic would only bring notice to me that was completely unnecessary. With the Ministry of Magic still denying that Voldemort has risen again, the slightest infractions were punished to the highest degree possible. A way to chip at Potty's power base I suppose.

I felt my anger flaring, and I stop dead in the middle of the road, tired of this one-sided game of cat and mouse. The person walks up to me calmly, like they too were out for a midnight stroll.

"What do you want?" I demand, my temper flaring.

"I have not the slightest clue what you are talking about," a voice answers out of the darkness.

"Bloody hell you don't. You've been following me since I left the village, I'm not daft."

The person approaches me; there was an air of controlled violence around the person that brought goose-bumps to my skin.

"You noticed me?" the voice asks.



"I'd have to be blind to not notice you following me," I snap.

The person came up next to me, and an unusual set of eyes stares out at me from beneath the hood. I feel myself falling into these eyes; I pull back, shaking my head slightly.

"Good," the person hisses, "meet me here again tomorrow night, and we'll see what happens then."

He… She… It vanishes and I'm left staring at empty air. Not even the sound of an apparition to explain this unusual phenomenon. I sigh under my breath, a thrill running through my body. Someone has finally noticed the youngest Weasley, a savior, or my downfall. I turn and make my journey home, all the while mulling it over in my head what just occurred. At least I can't complain that this break is going to be boring.

I slip back into the house, holding my breath waiting for the sounds of Molly on a rampage, but it didn't come. Chuckling to myself at my paranoia, I slip up the stairs to my room, using a pattern to avoid the creaking of the stairs. The twins had taught me this when they began to see how Molly was going to treat me.

Closing my bedroom door, a hand comes from behind and claps itself down over my mouth.

"Make a sound, and I will kill you," Potter's voice hisses near my ear.

I make to bite down on the hand over my mouth.

"Petrificus Totalus," he hisses, my mouth freezing.

He slips his hand out from between my teeth, a dark glint in his eyes.

"Let's see what these clothes hide now shall we?" he mutters more to himself than to me.

There is a ripping noise as he tears the clothes from my body, pushing me onto my childhood bed.

"Very nice, if a little plain, but you'll do nicely," he whispers disrobing himself.

I try to fight the spell, my body refusing to move. I felt the tears in my eyes as he approaches. I all but scream in pain as he wrenches my legs apart, I felt something snap.

I felt something prodding me lower, and I panicking, I try to fight the curse off even more, but it held firm and true. I make a high keening noise, and he whips his wand over me, muttering the silencing charm before hitting me full across the face with the back of his hand.

He shifts his hips forward violently and I try to scream, the pain overwhelming. His fists continue to hit me as they fall, and I can feel my tears begin to fall faster. I was being raped in my own house, and no one was going to be able to save me.

He was done in a few moments, cleaning himself up with a few quick spells after examining the blood that had pooled between my thighs.

"So you had been a virgin after all?" he sneers, "tell anyone about this, and I'll say you threw yourself at me. Who would they believe me or you?"

He leaves, and once the door was shut he took the curses off. I curl into a ball on the corner of my bed, tears falling freely. I should have fought back; I should have done something instead of just lay here. I don't know how long I had been sitting here, but at the first signs of someone in the house stirring, I grab clothing and rush to the bathroom. Turning on the shower full blast, I try to scrub him off of me, the tears falling faster. I feel violated, and I knew that Molly would believe him over me.


A.N.: No, I have not forgot about Angels in the Shadows, I just had an idea for this and I decided to run with it . Hope you enjoyed.