WARNINGS: Graphic sexual scenes (including non-con/rape), Sexuality, Implicit drug use, Explicit drug use, Alcohol abuse, Underage drinking, Self-harm, Depression, Anorexia, Language, Pregnancy (teen)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. Any canon characters or situations are property of J.K. Rowling and her affiliates. I do not make money from writing or posting this story, and do it only for my own and my readers' enjoyment.
Chapter 1 - No Longer Innocent
December 21
Aria's body was pressed against Avery's as they danced. The bass was loud and low, vibrating the floor each time it left the giant speakers at the front of the club's dance floor. The nineteen-year-old guy smirked down at his girlfriend, a good six inches shorter than him. She opened her glazed-over eyes and smiled brilliantly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and crashed her lips against his. After pulling back a few seconds later, she continued grinding her hips against him. She spun around and raised her arms, laying an icy palm against his cheek behind her as she rocked and bounced to the beat. Avery started kissing and sucking on her neck, resting his hands on her stomach and holding her against him with clenched hands. His nails bit into her taut skin through her shirt. The fifteen-year-old girl smiled playfully and closed her eyes, taking some comfort in the numbness her high/drunk/turned-on state caused, and tried to ignore the pain of his sausage-like fingers clawing at her.
Avery pulled away from her neck to murmur in her ear. "Let's get outta here," he said persuasively. Aria grinned wickedly and nodded in agreement. A good blow will get him off my back for tonight, she thought, expecting their usual routine. She lifted his hand from her stomach and led him expertly through the crowd and to the front door. "Hold on, babe," he said as they neared the entrance. She groaned, following him back to the bar. "One for the road," he said with a grin. She shrugged and nodded. He ordered two Jaeger Bombs and paid the tab with a couple bills from her wallet, which he had pilfered from her back pocket during their dancing. She was so intoxicated that she didn't notice (and wouldn't have cared, even if she had).
He looked over her shoulder and smiled, pointing to something behind her. "Isn't that Jay?" he asked as she turned around. She searched the crowd of people for the friend he'd mentioned, temporarily distracted while he quickly and discreetly poured a bit of powder into the energy drink. He was too busy making sure no one caught him to realize that some had missed the glass and sprinkled on the counter.
"I don't see him," she replied, her voice light and musical.
The cunning man shrugged lightly. "Oh well," he said as he handed her the tainted drink. She smiled a little at him before taking the double-layered glass, which separated the Monster from the Jaegermeister. Both of them downed it in one gulp and left the glasses on the bar for the bartender to take care of later.
The couple laughed as they hurried out of the bar and climbed into Avery's car, a flaming-red Mustang of some sort. Aria buckled up instantly, making Avery roll his eyes as he revved the engine and sped out of the parking lot towards his apartment. On the ride home, her eyes began to droop and her thoughts were hard to control. They slipped and slid just out of reach. A knot settled in the pit of her stomach, though she didn't understand what caused it.
Once inside, Aria crashed her lips to Avery's, knowing better than to bother him when he drove; he'd surely smack her around some more if she risked crashing his "baby" (as if their inebriated states weren't risk enough). But seeing as they were safely in the building, he kissed her back with great enthusiasm. She forced out a soft giggle as their tongues danced and he picked her up by the hips. Aria wrapped her long legs around his waist and started unbuttoning his shirt as he carried her to the bedroom. He tossed her onto the mattress and pulled the shirt off completely before going at his girlfriend's. She laughed musically as he ran his fingers up the deep blue tank top she wore, the girl being extremely ticklish. He forced a smile though his eyes flashed dangerously, always annoyed by that. She pressed her lips together, stopping her giggles as she sat up fully, stripping the barrier off in a swift movement. Her head swam oddly, and she was too out of it to think further on the subject. He flashed a mischievous smirk and attacked her mouth, while pulling off Aria's jeans.
Aria's awareness flickered in and out, like a flame atop a candle the wind was trying to extinguish. She didn't protest as much as she normally would have, and her attempts were weak and quickly forgotten, which pleased Avery greatly. Perfect, he thought as the rest of their clothes were removed. The drugs are working great! I've gotta remember to thank Zak for them. They had agreed that a lower dosage would suffice, seeing as the girl beneath him was small in stature, as well as on the slender side. It would be able to make her mind fuzzy, if not knock her out for just a few hours, in order for him to achieve his goal. He didn't count on botching up the administration though, so the effect was less potent than he'd planned for. He growled in frustration as she came to her senses slightly and snapped her legs shut. Avery used the bulky muscles he'd earned while hard at work in the gym to pry them back open, ignoring her whimper as pain flared in her hip joints from the force of her knees slamming into the mattress on either side of her.
Finally, he had her where he wanted her. Without thinking of or caring about the pain it would cause the virgin girl under him, he thrust his extremely hard member forcefully into her tight canal, shoving himself halfway in. She broke away from his lips and cried out in agony. "Av'y, p'eashe shlow down," she mewled, words slurring from the drug that course through her. Anger flashed through his eyes, and she had the slight notion that she shouldn't have said that for some reason. He smacked her right across the face, leaving a bright red hand print on her extremely pale skin. Aria took a shaky breath and nodded clumsily. "Ne'r mind. 'Sh no' that ba'," she lied to appease him and the muffled voice in her head screaming at her to take it back.
He blinked down at her, his anger slowly fading from his eyes. "That's what I thought," he muttered.
In the span of another blink, his gaze turned hungry, ravenous. He leaned down, still only halfway inside her. "Just keep your fucking mouth shut," he growled. "You're mine," he added, his voice low and terrifying. A chill ran up her spine and she nodded silently, eyelids starting to droop again despite her struggles to keep them peeled. Avery pulled away from her ear and crashed his lips back to hers. He bit her bottom lip hard, knowing it was one of her turn-ons. Her back arched from the surprise ache, causing her to press her bare chest to his and moan deeply.
"I thought you'd like that," he said as he pushed further into her. Aria groaned, and it was all she could do to make it sound more from pleasure then pain. She felt a strong ache right up through her middle, though the pain wasn't as sharp and tearing as it should have been. He sighed and pulled out a bit before slamming into her again, going even further this time. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes, a small tear running down her cheek. The young girl tried to move her lead-filled arms, knowing she should fight back, but was unsuccessful. His smile turned into a sinister smirk as he pulled out again, kissing her deeply at the same time that he thrust into her. She kissed back, albeit sloppily, but it was enough to satisfy him. Her tears ran freely now. "Don't worry, babe," he said against her lips. "It only feels amazing to me." She whimpered, too soft for him to hear as he sped up. His hips clashed into hers rhythmically and his eyes closed. "Baby, you feel so good," he groaned through the wet sounds of flesh slapping together. He moved his hands to her flat stomach and began to knead at the skin there again, completely oblivious to her pain and distress. Finally, he groaned loudly, slamming into her a final time before shooting his seed into her. He jerked over and over again with each spurt.
He continued squirting into her for what seemed like forever to Aria before collapsing. He laid partly on her, panting loudly in her ear. After a few minutes, his breathing calmed and he pulled out of her completely. Sending her a smirk, he held up his partially-hardened member in display. It glistened red. "Now that, baby, is what I call 'bloody victory'," he said sounding proud of himself. She took a shaky breath in response, and her eyes finally closed. Avery kissed her lightly on the lips before rolling over and falling asleep next her, facing away from her and still naked.
Aria woke three and a half hours later, head pounding and the room spinning. She felt her stomach churn dangerously, but was able to stifle the urge to vomit. She tried to sit up, but her arms gave out on her and her head fell back on the pillow. At the sound of a male grunt and movement beside her, Aria tensed, hoping that her attacker hadn't woken. Thankfully, he resumed snoring moments later. She knew she needed to get out of there- not just the bedroom, but out of the area- as soon as possible, but her body refused to cooperate for a long time. It was nearly another hour before she regained some sort of control over her body. Still, her head swam and she could feel bile rising at the back of her throat. Aria pushed through these discomforts, constantly reminding herself that they were only temporary. She would get out of here. She would get back to her friends.
Making sure he was completely asleep, she slipped out of the bed and stumbled her way down the hallway to his bathroom. The tears ran heavily down her cheeks again, in excruciating pain just from the ten or fifteen steps. One unfortunate thing about the sedative wearing off was that the toll her body had taken wasn't being dulled so much anymore. She closed the door behind her and turned on the shower all the way to hot. Moving in front of the mirror, Aria inspected herself. With blurry vision (caused by the drug's after-effects and her tears) she saw that blood ran down her legs, her ribs stuck out violently, a purple hand print marked her cheek, there were deep gouges marring her abdomen, and tons of other bruises covered her body in all places and in a variety of stages. She sniffled softly as the steam filled the room and made her unable to see anything in the fogged mirror. Her distorted, incomplete memories of the previous night flickered in the back of her mind like a broken projector.
Turning away from the awful image, she carefully stepped into the scalding hot water. Her breath came in a low hiss as it burned her always-icy skin and left painful red marks across her arms and back. Aria did not, however, turn down the heat of the water. She felt like she deserved the pain she was receiving, partially for allowing the night's events to happen, and also for everything else she'd done in her relatively short life. She glanced down at the cuts that lined her wrists, tracing them idly. Without reason, she glanced down at the water that ran off her body as it flowed toward the drain. It was pink from the red stickiness that was being washed from between her legs, her stomach, and her arms where the water pressure and her fidgeting had knocked a few loose scabs off.
She began sobbing, not knowing what to do. Her mind reeled as she thought of everything that was wrong with this picture. What if she'd gotten pregnant? Will she be able to get away from Avery? Aria tried that before, but he somehow found her. Bloody Muggle custody system... At least it was only Holiday Break and she could escape from him and back to her friends at Hogwarts before anything worse could happen. Then a new wave of panic hit her, turning her sobs into soft hysterics: What would her friends think of her?! She knew they would all be supportive and consoling, helping her protect herself from the abusive relationship she had hid from (most of) them. But what if she had gotten pregnant? Would they shun her? Or be angry at her?
Aria cried in the almost-boiling water for a long time, eventually calming enough to wash up and get out. Thankfully, it had helped clear her mind a bit, and the fog from what she could only suspect were Roofies had started to dissipate slightly. She wrapped a towel snugly around her protruding ribs and slipped silently into Avery's room. He snored loudly, signaling that he was still very much asleep. She sighed in relief and bit her lip hard as she got dressed, making sure to not make a sound. Once fully clothed, she returned to the steam-filled bathroom and dried her strawberry-blonde hair by quickly rubbing it with the towel. She sneaked out of the bathroom and down the hall and to the front room. Throwing on her sweatshirt and grabbing her purse, she hesitated. She hurried back to the bedroom and searched the pockets of his discarded jeans, retrieving her wallet. With one final glance where Avery slept, she hurried out of the apartment and out the building.
Aria sprinted to the main street, stumbling occasionally and ignoring the burning pain in her legs, and hailed a taxi. She gave the driver the directions to Grimmauld Place, where she knew Harry and the Weasleys were staying for the holidays. Her eyes stung, threatening to spill more tears but she swallowed the lump in her throat. Finally, the cab arrived at the top of the street. "Right here is fine," she alerted him, and he pulled off to the side even though the street was empty. She gave him a handful of bills, knowing it was much more than needed. "Happy Christmas," she said in a rush as she hopped out.
"And the same to you," he replied, grinning broadly and pulling away the second her door was shut.
She jogged down the street, looking for the place where the houses seemed to have skipped a number. Her heart jumped when she saw it and stepped onto the sidewalk in front of the building. The houses on one side began to shake and shift over, revealing a whole other building. Aria pushed the gate open and hurried up the front steps, slipping in very quietly.
She figured that most of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place's occupants would be asleep. Sure, a couple of people might be up (like Remus and Sirius) but she still was completely silent as she made her way down the hall. She went through to the kitchen and smiled weakly, seeing Molly and Sirius murmuring together next to the small fireplace. Sirius looked up first, catching her slight movement out of the corner of his eye. He began to smile broadly, but halted about halfway there when he saw the dead look in her eyes.
Molly followed his gaze, having the same reaction. She gasped quietly and tossed her knitting onto the floor before hopping up and rushing over to Aria's side. "Dear, what happened?" she asked, her tone full of the motherly love she had perfected over the years. Aria dropped her eyes and shook her head, unable and unwilling to speak. Molly pulled the teen girl into a hug (from which Aria winced and pulled away quickly), her eyes widening when she felt how thin she was. "Come sit with us, Aria," she offered, leading her over to the hearth. Aria nodded silently and followed the large woman's lead, but shrunk away from the hand that was placed on her shoulder. She sat on the rug which was laid out in front of the fireplace, pulling her knees to her chest and watching the flames lick at the wood.
"Can we get you anything?" Sirius's gentle voice inquired from behind her. She swallowed the lump that reformed in her throat and shook her head. Sirius and Molly exchanged a glance, their eyes wide with worry. Aria had never not said hello or given them eager hugs when she came before. Nor had she ever been so thin that her bones stuck out like someone had vacuum-sealed her skin around them. It was obvious something was very wrong, and they needed to find out what right away, but were afraid to push her and end up making it worse. So they remained silent and watched her cautiously.
As Aria sat there, she was struggling to keep her breathing even, to not burst into tears, to not burst from the pain (physical and emotional) that coursed through her. She felt Molly's and Sirius's eyes on her, burning holes into her already scalded back. All she could to was try to block the horrifying, hazy images that Avery had seared into her mind and attempted to keep her mind blank instead of worrying about everything. Her heart ached, wishing for that one dark-haired, green-eyed male to be beside her. He would know exactly what to say and do to make her feel better. But she refused to wake him, refused to bother him with her problems, refused to seek help. For now, being in a place where love and hope and camaraderie permeated every object and soul was enough. She was safe here. Eventually she dozed off, the dancing flames lulling her to sleep. She wasn't very comfortable, with her head on her knees, legs pulled to her chest, but preferred to be by the fire.
Thankfully, she barely dreamed, a few images merely flashing through her mind. Soon after she had nodded off, however, voices from the two adults behind her eased her out of sleep. She wasn't fully conscious as she listened but could still understand everything they were saying. "She's lost so much weight," Molly whispered, her concern evident in her voice.
"That's obvious," Sirius replied, struggling to keep his voice down. "Look how baggy that sweatshirt is on her! It fit her perfectly when she and Hermione bought it over the summer."
Molly's chair squeaked softly as the woman shifted positions. "Well something awful has happened recently... I don't know what, but it's big," she added, sighing quietly. "I mean, she wouldn't even let me touch her for a second. That's just so unlike her," she murmured thoughtfully.
"Maybe Harry, Ron, and Hermione can get her to talk," Aria heard Sirius suggest, hope evident in his voice. "She and Harry are so close... Perhaps he has an inkling of what happened."
There was a short pause, then Molly said, "I doubt that they could do anything for her. Perhaps she just needs some time. We'll just have to keep an eye on her until she's willing. And I'll try to get her to eat a bit more." Sirius muttered in agreement. They spent the rest of the night (which wasn't much, considering Aria arrived at about five in the morning) murmuring about what could be done about the girl curled up in front of them.