All words I've been called, all words carved into my back by my 'oh so loving' Uncle. The blood running down my wrist is quickly wiped away by an already bloody cloth. I cast a quick healing spell and pull the sleeve of my robes down. I'm going to be late for my first lesson in occlumency. Joy.
I inwardly groan as I knock on Professor Snape's door.
"Enter." His voice booms. I do as I'm told, sitting down once the door had been shut and locked. "Miss Potter, do you mind explaining to me why you are late?"
"Female issues." I lie, hoping it takes. I relax and clear my mind, just as the books I had been given said to.
"Legilimency." He says, not giving me any sort of warning.
I gasp as he enters my memories, starting with the less guarded ones, me and my friends, my first time riding a broom, etc. He now moves to the ones with some guarding, my kiss with Cho, the time Uncle Vernon had forced me to take a cookie sheet out of the oven with my bare hands, about a week ago when I cut myself again. Finally he goes to my closest kept secrets, the first time masturbating (which he skipped past), Vernon carving the offending words into my back and burning me with his cigar several times in several places, and finally, the most recent time Vernon had raped me.
It was this summer, and I had broken Aunt Petunia's favorite vase (on accident, of course). Uncle Vernon was furious, so he sent her and Dudley to the movies, leaving him and I alone. He had dragged me upstairs by my hair, slamming my head into the wall when ever I was too slow, and tossed me onto his bed. He ordered me to strip, and I obliged, knowing what would happen if I didn't. He bent me over the bed as I silently sob into the sheets. The memory is cut off when the sound of his zipper being pulled down is heard.
As soon as I'm out of my memories, I scramble for the door, unlock it, and run to the nearest bathroom. Many minutes of crying later I'm finally calm enough to make a coherent thought.
Snape had found out. Snape would tell Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Pomfrey. Dumbledore would tell the Ministry and the Muggle police. Mr. Weasley would find out. He would tell the rest of the Weasleys. Ron would tell Hermione. Everyone I care about would know and judge me.
Not "would", "will".