First off, I'd like to take a moment to say, rape is a very serious topic. In no form is it alright to physically assault someone, and though the content in this fanfic is purely fictional and has an appropriate rating, I won't be explaining in detail of the things that the worst of us can do. With that note, hope you like the read!
Please note the spells in here are mostly made up, and are translated by Google Translate from Latin to English.
I also hold no claim whatsoever on the Harry Potter or TSoIAF series, written by JKRowling and GRRMartin respectively. I also am not responsible for any feels you may feel; or therefore lack of.
He lay there for quite a while, long after they'd left. It was cold. Painfully cold. He recalled from somewhere in the back of his mind that it was winter, so that must be why it was so dreadfully freezing.
Even with the negative temperatures, he couldn't muster enough conscience or emotion to care. The most movement he'd done since they'd left was to curl himself in a ball with the torn-up uniform he was in, barely doing the job they're supposed to do in both covering and warmth.
The bottom of the cloak had been blown off by the breeze, leaving the bottom half of his body victim to the harsh temperatures. He was so tired. So done. So dirty.
"How about it, Potter? Let's hang out as mates for once." Ronald Weasley drawled.
"It's not like you have anyone to go outside with, as all your housemates are gone for the winter hols "He added. "But then again, it's not like you'd go with them anyhow, with your loner status and all."
It was a group of three boys whom were approaching him.
Harry knew to be distrustful of them, as the trio were known to have a sense of nationalism towards their own house. Not to mention the four years of bullying and they've put him through. However to the Gryffindors, no matter what trouble they got into, the teachers always seemed to turn a blind eye. No matter what horrific things they did.
"C'mon Potter, you're the boy who lived. You're supposed to live and take risks." The ginger said with a smirk.
That's the Gryffindor way of life. To be brave, foolish and act before you think.
Harry was sorted into Slytherin the moment McGonagall called out his name.
The sorting hat never talked to him, never considered his own opinion. It just yelled out Slytherin- despite his already brewing hatred for the house.
The boy he met on the train and shared snacks with, after they found his toad- Neville Longbottom- had been sorted into Hufflepuff.
He had his own friends in his own house now, and was extremely popular with his year so, he tried to talk to Harry whenever he could. He was also Harry's partner in Herbology, and has been for the past four years they've been at school together. Despite his other classmates begging for his genius to pair up with them in the class he excelled at, he stuck with Harry.
He couldn't do much about the Gryffindors, but he could sway the Hufflepuffs.
"So what is it, Potter? Are you going to go with us quietly or have us torment you for the remainder of the winter holiday?" Dean Thomas jeered with a snicker.
The trio hated him. For what reason, he didn't know. They snuck pins into his bag, ripped up and drew over his books, stuck gum in his hair and spread rumours about him all around.
"Did you hear that Potter killed his own cousin when he was 9?"
"I heard he always gets in trouble for stealing things."
"Wasn't he the one who had a pet snake that almost killed the entire school?"
"I thought he was the one who joined the dark lord, despite the fact that it was everything his parents were against."
He hated them for spreading rumours they knew weren't true. He hated the headmaster for not helping him when he asked- begged for a resorting. He hated his head of house for hating him for no apparent reason. He hated his parents for dying and leaving him alone with the Dursleys who despised him. But most of all, he hated Harry Potter. For not having the courage to stand up, to protect and forgive himself. For not being the idol everyone wished for him to be.
"Alright." Harry agreed.
They went outside. The winter air was chilly, but he was wearing enough to keep him warm. As they walked down from the castle, they neared the forbidden forest, to the right was Hagrid's hut, and they kept walking further from the school. As soon as they got out of sight of the hut, Weasley snapped.
"Grab him."
Thomas and Finnigan, who were behind him, suddenly grabbed hold of his arms before he could react.
Weasley smirked, "You should know by now not to trust us, Potter. Though I suppose you've learned that the best way to get through all this is to just do as we say and not to complain."
Pulling his wand out, he cast, "Terebro!*"
With the punching spell coming into contact with his abdomen, he doubled over as much as he could in the restraints he was caught in.
"Potter, oh Potter, did you know that my sister," he spat out, "actually had a crush on you in her first year?"
"You were only on the edge of evil back then, and nobody apart from us three, really understood how messed up you were. How you took enjoyment in pain and death."
"Of course, she and the whole school realised how messed up you were, when you nearly killed her. Dumbledore couldn't find any evidence, but I think it was pretty obvious when you showed up with my sister unconscious in your arms, covered in blood."
Harry wanted to protest, he wanted to tell him that he saved her, she just couldn't remember it. Tom Riddle had possessed her and he had to get rid of the horcrux. He wanted to tell him about the way things actually were- but he wouldn't have listened nor cared. He simply enjoyed tormenting Harry, and would've taken any excuse to do so.
He stepped closer and traced his wand along Harry's jawline.
"Such a pity really. The way you turned out."
He stepped back and turned his back on him, making a grand gesture with his hands, "If you'd been sorted into Gryffindor, I would've manipulated you so bad, that I'd have been your best and only friend. You couldn't have lived without me."
"However," He whispered, turning back to face him with a sneer on his face, "I think I rather enjoy how it all turned out in the end."
"Weasley, we haven't got long till curfew." Finnigan interjected, "We should get started."
"Fair point, Shea." He said, grinning. "Desino Motus!**" He called out, pointing his wand at Harry.
He knew he was going to die.
He'd been out here for far too long in the cold.
The darkness had long since begun filling up his vision. He just hoped that whatever came next would be better than this miserable life he carried out.
And with the final glance up at the Orion constellation and the seven sisters shining above him, he faded into his sleep.
*Terebro: punching spell
**Desino Motus: movement ceasing spell