Hey, guys! This is a story I wrote a while back but didn't get round to publishing it for ages, so here it is. I've edited this chapter a lot and it was a journey to hell and back since my character was a MASSIVE Mary Sue but now she should be okay. It was difficult to cut out all of the unnecessary crap that I threw in there but I hope it's alright.

Sebastia Shambles belongs to me.

Harry Potter belongs to the amazing J.K Rowling

Snow White Queen belongs to Evanescence (Story didn't quite work without it! Sorry!)

Enjoy and R&R :)

I woke late, near noon. My head was pounding. At first, I couldn't remember why but after a few agonising moments I recalled the previous night. Professor Moody calling me to his office for another detention; except not long afterwards it hadn't been him. He'd become someone else. Someone I vaguely recognised but definitely remembered seeing somewhere. Then I heard the name ring in my head.

Crouch.

Bartemius Crouch was head if some Ministry department. He wasn't a particularly nice man in my opinion but his name seemed to ring out to me. He'd never had any importance in my life… but he had a son. I remembered seeing the name Bartemius Crouch Jr. in the paper when I was younger. He was sent to Azkaban by his own father because he was a Death Eater. I remembered the photo. A terrified young man; his eyes wide with fear and red from crying. I didn't blame him for being scared. A lifetime in Azkaban… I couldn't even begin to fathom it. But he'd somehow escaped and was here. Disguised as Professor Alastor Moody…

I'd looked up to Moody to whole life. I wanted to become an Auror ever since I could remember. I told myself I'd be just like Moody. I didn't need a family, husband or children. I'd live alone, fight Dark Wizards, send them Azkaban and maybe get a scar or two as a trophy of my success. But all that seemed so far away…

I slowly lifted my head to see where 400 and Graymalkin were. I could hear my neck creaking, stiff from being in the same position since I'd gone to sleep. I sat up; my back was also stiff and slightly bruised. It took me a second to remember why. The worst off was my thighs. They were sore and bruised. It took me a moment or two to get out of bed and standing on my feet. I felt dizzy and disorientated so I sat back down. I sighed and massaged my temples. I looked at the clock. It was half past eleven. My stomach gave a sudden jolt. It was a Wednesday and I was missing lessons. I bit my lip. Well there's no point in going to lessons today, I thought to myself. I'd just go down at lunch.

A sound at the window made me jump. Graymalkin and 400 were sat outside scratching at the glass, making an awful sound for my aching head. I got up and unlocked the window.

"Finally," 400 hissed and went over to his water bowl.

"You were definitely out for the count this morning, Seb," Graymalkin said kindly. I much preferred him to 400.

"I got to bed late," I whispered not looking at him.

He eyed me for a moment. He knew there was something wrong but he didn't question. Instead he went to over to the water bowl, that 400 had finished with and was settling himself on my armchair. He too was watching me warily.

400 and Graymalkin were ghosts that lived in the tower that I had claimed as my room. 400 had lived here since it was built and he claimed himself to be Salazar Slytherin's pet cat that he'd experimented on, giving him the ability to talk. I didn't know whether this was true or not since he was a pathological liar. He was cruel and spiteful despite being a bloody cat. Graymalkin had been a student here a few centuries ago. He was an Animagus but had died in the form of a cat and couldn't change back. He was lovely though.

"Missing a fun lesson of double Potions today, Sebastia," 400 said now in a nasty tone.

I just shot him a glare and started looking for clothes. I had a horrible feeling in the stomach and the seconds passed, I felt less and less hungry. The feeling was beginning to swell around my body, filling every corner with a nasty, dirty feeling. I felt unclean but not in the sense that I needed a bath. It was difficult to comprehend the feeling but yet it was continuing to swirl around inside me, blinding me, numbing me and taking over my thoughts. Next thing I knew, I was laying on my bed. I checked the time. Three o'clock. I'd missed the whole school day. I still wasn't hungry. Graymalkin was lying by my head. He opened his eyes when he felt me stirring.

"What happened?" I muttered.

"You fainted," he said shortly. "How are you feeling now?"

"Fine."

It was the biggest lie I'd ever told.

There was a knocking on my door.

"Seb!" It was Danski, my older cousin. "Seb, you in there?"

"Where have you been all day?" Sanguinerra, my other older cousin.

"Seb, you missed your detention with Trelawney. She's not happy about it." Cassiopeia, my sister.

I didn't say anything. I felt like crying. I turned away from the door and curled up into a ball. I bit my lip again. I could feel tears swelling up in my eyes. Why was I crying? I asked this question a thousand times in my head. But I was lying if I said I didn't know the answer. I knew exactly why. I was crying because I was ashamed. What Barty had done to me was wrong in every way but how could I possibly tell anyone. Would I be thought less of? Would I no longer be the great and powerful Sebastia Shambles? Would I become like everyone else in the school? All fearing Voldemort and looking up to Harry Potter as a hero instead of an equal? I was fearing the unknown, something that had never really bothered me in the past. I would just take things in my stride and deal the outcomes, no matter how unpleasant. But now I didn't know what to do. There was no one I could turn to. I felt cornered. By guilt. By shame. By him.

My cousins had given up and gone down to dinner without me. I'd stayed in my curled position crying silent tears. I knew Graymalkin would try to think of comforting things to say but without an explanation he was stumped. 400 was elsewhere in the castle, probably tormenting Filch and Stone was safe in Hagrid's cabin with Fang. Stone was a massive, grey Irish wolfhound that was too big to live with me so I asked Hagrid to take care of him which he was more than happy to do. I'd bred Stone since he was a puppy. His father, Odin, lived back at home with Mum and Dad.

Home…

How could I possibly tell Mum and Dad what had happened? What would they say? Would they be disappointed that I was weak enough to let this happen? Probably. They knew how strong I was mentally. I knew my mind, inside and out. But right now, all I could muster was a few painful thoughts…

Him.

The reaction from my family.

The reaction from the school.

My reputation would go right under. I would no longer be the Snow White Queen…

I shuddered.

He'd called me his Snow White Queen. Everyone knew how much I Muggle song. I felt sick remembering the way he'd hissed my own words right back in my ear.

You belong to me,

My Snow White Queen.

There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over.

Soon I know you'll see,

You're just like me.

Don't scream anymore, my love, because all I want is you…

So was that it? Did I belong to him now?

Then it hit me.

He was still here. He could do it again. And again. Were men ever satisfied? I didn't know. But I had the feeling that someone like him, someone so revenge-ridden and someone so sick as to take the innocence from a young girl, would never be satisfied with one time. He would do it again. I could taste it in my tears.