Title: Scarred
Pairing: Rita Skeeter/Antonin Dolhov
Warning: adult themes/dark flashback
Scarred
She was doing a new repot, getting the scoop on the Ministry's new "Muggleborn" policy. It didn't matter if she agreed or not: her readers wanted the inside info, and that is the most important thing.
Rita was walking in the Ministry lobby, heels clacking on the dark tiles, curls bouncing slightly. She nodded hello to a few people, and gave her inquisitive look to a few of her main story topics. She scribbled a little on her notebook, manually, writing a few little ideas for later stories.
She lifted her head and stopped cold. It was him, notorious Death Eater: Antonin Dolhov. He was moving through the crowd, an area of empty space surrounding him as he sauntered through the Ministry employees.
He looked prim and proper, nothing like his picture in her latest story. She gave a slight shiver, though from fear or something else, she didn't know.
Probably fear, she thought with a slight shake of her head. She looked at him again, this time ready for the memory to attack at her conscious thoughts.
"Hold still, sweetheart," he said in a soft voice, a voice that would make any girl swoon and fall into his arms. The girl squirmed, desperate to get away, to get his hand off her throat. His hand clenched just a little bit tighter.
"Can't have you squirming, can we?" he asked, eyes roaming over her body hungrily. She shivered, causing him to lock eyes on hers. He smiled, a wicked, sardonic smile that made her whole body cold and tense.
"Smile, my Rita, smile," he cooed in her ear, pulling at a loose curl of her honey blonde hair. She shook her head no, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"Don't be scared, I'll be gentle." He said with a smirk. A scream, mixed with some cruel laughter filled the empty hallway.
An hour later, the young boy calmly walked out of the empty room, followed by the disheveled Rita. Her Ravenclaw robe was hanging off her shoulder, her blonde hair a mess.
"See, it wasn't that bad" he said as she shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. "Now, let's finish our rounds" Rita nodded, wanting to forget, and followed him down the corridor, not wanting to anger him.
She shivered at the memory, her body feeling unclean. But she was a grown woman now; she wouldn't, couldn't let him push her around again.
He was closer now, close enough that she could see the silver buttons on his coat, the slight madness that was contained in his eyes. She took a deep breath, pretending she was anywhere else in the world.
Closer, closer, he walked by her, not recognizing her, and continued his way to the Floo stations.
Rita's heart was beating so fast, she had to sit on the side of the fountain to wait until it slowed down. She put her hands in the water for a moment, the coldness helping her feel better, and she stood back up, smoothing out her skirt and blouse.
With a stiff nod to calm herself, she continued on her walk to the Department of Muggleborn Restrictions and Containment, her head held high and her heels clacking on the tile floor.