A/N: This is for the 100k Pairings Competition by The Original Horcrux on HPFC. Warning; May include rape, abuse, torture and kidnapping. M for a reason.
I decide to ignore the dim light that barely lights up the cellar. I have been for the last three days, which is how long I have been here. It is absolutely miserable. And the light's no help at all.
When will they help me?
There is nothing to do; I am bored. I know why they decided to capture me, of all people; because I'm Ron and Hermione's daughter, the war heroes' daughter, their only daughter. And they know that my parents would do anything for me.
Do they even care?
They have to. I'm their daughter. Their only daughter. These thoughts often circulate my head. Then I hear a soft ding and I rush over to the small barred window that my food is shoved through. I can see outside and, judging by the amount of light that has flittered through, it is night time. Then I hear the soft voice that has nearly driven me mad.
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away." The song is repeated in a stupid, tingly, soft and sweet voice. I try not to concentrate on it, but it is extremely hard. Not even James or Fred, who are very good at getting distracted, would be able to resist listening to the torturous melody.
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away." I grab the plate, filled with mashed potatoes, a small portion of chicken, a tin piece of fish, half an apple and some lettuce. I am also given four buckets; one of orange juice, water to drink, milk and washing water.
This is the only way I can tell they want me to suffer, but stay alive at all costs.
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
I want to scream, and shout out, and tell whoever is keeping me hostage to just stop. But the melody, the sweet tune…
No. I just can't afford to lose myself in the song. I can't.
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
I wish the war would go away. The main evil guy (who keeps changing names) is worse than Voldemort. He doesn't like to just be plain, and just kill. He and his followers are better at torturing than killing. It's horrible. I swear, I'd rather deal with Voldemort.
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
That song! I just have to-I can't…
Yes, I just screamed. I'm sorry for betraying myself. But it's just…
Wait. The person has gone away. I sigh and slide down the cold stone wall. I force myself to eat. I swallow down the chicken and mashed potatoes; it tastes terrible. Everything does. Most of it tastes like dirt grinded in to a wall.
I swallow down my food and throw the plastic plate into the trash, where it makes a loud sound as it clatters against the others. I grab the blanket that has been given to me and I wrap it around my bare knees. It barely gives me any relief..
Why won't they help me?
They care. They have to.
Do they?
I hear footsteps; I can only dread what's to come.
The cloaked figure has a mask shoved onto their head so I cannot recognise them. Their voice is muffled and hard, much harder than the sweet, torturous voice of the singer.
"Ready, little girl?" They ask. I shake my head. Then their fist connects with my arm. I've learnt not to scream and cry, so I stand there and try to be strong. My body is soon completely bruised. They grin at me.
"By the way… I'm about your age, and you can call me Ryan." He whispers. I groan and he rips my shirt off. Suddenly my personal space is invaded. Luckily, like always, they don't go down past my belly button. He's just creepy and I want to scream. My upper half is subjected to brutal lovemaking and I try to twist away.
"Stop," I moan, tears rushing down my cheeks.
"Shut up, bitch," 'Ryan' hisses. I try to shake my head as tears roll down my cheeks. He grips me tight and I let myself scream.
I want Scorpius, I want Scorpius, I want Scorpius, I want Scorpius...
I miss my boyfriend. He truly loved me, and I truly love him. I hope he hasn't given up on me. I love him way too much.
Please don't give up, Please don't give up...
Sometimes I wonder if people even care that I'm gone.
Are they even looking for me?
Scorpius wouldn't give up on me. I know that as a fact. Scorpius and I made a promise, just after we graduated, that we would never, ever ever give up on each other. And, to this day, we've both kept our promise. It's a promise I would never break. It's one of the few thoughts that can keep me grounded and sane while I'm stuck in here.
I love you, Scorpius.
Ryan traces my bare skin and I know there's nothing I can do about it.
"Let me go," I whisper. 'Ryan' smirks.
"No way in hell, slut," He hisses. I scream again. He forces himself on top of me and I scream again. Then I feel a splitting pain in the back of my head and everything goes black.
I wake up and my food is gone. Blood has dripped down the wall. I've still got the buckets of liquids, they're huddled in the corner. But he is gone, and that's the important thing. I sit up and rub the back of my head subconsciously. It hurts and I find my hand flinching away. I examine the bruises on my arm quickly. I waddle over to the water and pour it over me. It splashes down onto my face and dribbles down my front. Then I realise I'm not wearing a t-shirt and I began to wonder around, looking for it. I find it covered in blood,so I pick it up and dunk it in what's left of the washing water. I throw the wet shirt onto myself and briefly shake myself dry.
I drink some milk but it barely makes me feel stronger. I feel my knees give way and I fall to the floor. It's stone cold and I wince as my body collides with it. My red hair fizzes out and I half-heartedly comb it with my fingers. They feel so big and awkward that I get them knotted in my hair because of my clumsiness. I eventually pull my fingers out of my hair and ignore the pain that soars through my scalp when I do so. I struggle for my breath and began to panic. I don't know why, but I just can't resist the urge to scream and try and push the walls out to make myself have more room.
Everything feels like it's closing in on me and I want to run away. I try pushing the walls but nothing happens. I pace around the room, hoping for something, just anything so I can tell that it's not going to swallow me up.
Then I hear footsteps walking towards the little barred window. They only give me things once a day, but the person with the singing voice comes back three times a day. I think they're trying to make me go insane.
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
Go near it, listen, I tell myself. My hands stop trying to cover up my ears and my body stumbles the window in the darkness.
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
No. My body is torn between listening and running away. But the melody, the sweet, sweet melody...
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
Terror consumes me and I feel like everything's spinning. Maybe it is. Maybe I'm dead.
Maybe.
I huddle against the window and peer through it. The light almost blinds me. My eyes dart away as the pain glares into them. I shut them almost immediately. Then I reach a tentative hand out through the window and I feel gravel, and light, sprinkling rain drops. My tongue lolls out happily.
I'm feeling the outside world. Finally, I think. My eyes flutter open again, just to take a peek, and I feel my pupils narrow as quick as they can. I can see no signs of another human being, so maybe, just maybe, they've finally gone away...
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
No such luck.
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
Please let it go away.
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
"The lion roars, the lion screams, the lion drains away."
Help me.