Chapter 1

Everything changed after that one day. The day I was attacked.

Malfoy Manor 1997

Blood dripped down my arm onto the oak floor, the pain was unimaginable. Harry and Ron had managed to escape their cell in the dungeons, Dobby had saved them, he cut the candelabra from the celling. It fell directly towards Bellatrix and I, they must have expected her to let go of me, let it crush me. How wrong they were, Bellatrix had taken me with her, dragging me across the floor away from Harrys reach.

The days that followed the escape were the worst days of my life, I was beaten, broken and raped. Death Eaters came from all over to get a piece of the Golden girl. It was like I was a prize in their sick games. I could normally turn myself off when the torture started, even put my mind in another place so I didn't feel the pain. However I couldn't ignore it when my once school mate walked into the cell, Draco Malfoy in all his glory. Although he wasn't in his glory any more, he wore old battered clothes and had cuts and bruises on his face. His eyes were sunk back into his head, his usually perfect hair feel around his ears in a tattered mop. He looked as bad as felt. There was something not right about the way he walked, usually he would swagger into a room and spirt off some horrific insult. This time, he looked forced, his body was stiff in its movements and his eyes red and bloody. From an outsider perspective you would think he was excited, happy even. However I could see in his eyes he was scared. In that moment I had never felt more sad for Draco Malfoy. I wanted to help him but there was no way I could move in my manacles. He stalked towards me as he removed his clothes I tried to squirm out of his reach or even shut off, make me mind numb so I wouldn't remember anything. That was impossible. I felt every touch as he rapped me, worst of all I could hear his sobs, he didn't stop apologising throughout. "Im sorry Granger, please forgive me" It was like his mantra, he didn't stop repeating it throughout. Once he was finished he tried to stand however his legs gave way from under him as if a weight had been dropped on his shoulders. Two Death Eaters came into the room and dragged him away, I could still hear him crying as they dragged him down the hall into another cell. It later turned out his father had imperiused him to hurt me, some sick form of punishment to appease the psychotic death eater.

2 months later…

Voldemort was destroyed, the Death Eaters either in prison or dead and I was on my way back to Hogwarts.

As the train pulled out of Kings Cross station I felt a sense of relief. Since the war I had been constantly looking over my shoulder,waiting for the next attack, I wouldn't have to do that any longer. At Hogwarts I would be safe, Harry Ron and I, we would finally be safe.

Harry and Ron had decided to delay their auror training for a year to return for their NEWTS. Although Harry didn't admit it, I think he was looking forward to a normal year at school. After seven years of hell, it was finally time for one. Everyone who had been in hiding for the last year had decided to return to school, it would be nice to have Dumbledores army back together again, even if he wasn't there to lead us.

According to Professor McGonagall's letter the returning students would be part of the current 7th year, with myself as Head Girl. This year would have been perfect, everything I had dreamed for if it has not been for one small complication.

I was pregnant.

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