Disclaimer: All copyrights belong to J K Rowling and no money is being made from this story.

Note: This story deals with rape, and the issues arising from it, but does not attempt to romanticise sexual abuse or rape. It will also deal with issues of suicide and euthanasia. It is not meant to be pleasant, and I cannot guarantee that it will have a happy ending, although I hope that it will.

There are NO GRAPHIC DETAILS - this is R not NC-17

Introduction:

The title is a reference to the Garbage lyrics, album G, song 'Stroke of Luck'

You say that you'll be there to catch me;

Or will you only try to drag me?

These are the rule I make;

Our chains were meant to break -

You'll never change.

Here comes the cold again, I feel it closing in,

You're falling down, and all around me, falling

Stroke of luck, or gift from God?

Hand of fate, or devil's cause?

From below or saints above, you come to me now.

Enjoy - Photis