Walking gingerly through the empty alleyway, it was getting dark quickly now. I had agreed with my mum I'd be home by dark. Ginny and Luna had already left me. Even though I'm a year older than the two girls, I still love them to death. I had shopping left to do and I hurried myself along trying to not draw too much attention to myself. As I spot the last shop I need, I hear an eerily cool voice.
I try my best to ignore it. I'm not going to let someone stop me. The voice tisked, "Ah now, Amelia MacMillan, why don't we have a chat." I flipped my body around trying to spot whoever knew me.
Seeing a glimpse of blonde hair, I swallow hard, "Oh, hello, Mr. Malfoy. I take it Draco is doing well?" I hold my chin up high as to not let him get to me. He snarls at the mention of his son. Stepping closer to me now, I can smell the fire whiskey on his breath. "Disgusting." I growl.
A small smirk appears on his face, "Like you, a Macmillan, a blood traitor, could do any better?" I shivered as he continued to step closer. "You appall me, you filth." Closer and closer he comes but I continue to back away. He whips out his wand and before I know it, I'm pinned against the wall, the end of his wand pressed hard against my neck. "You'd be lucky to have a pureblood like me show you affection and the true way purebloods act."
I spit in his face. "I would never in a million years want to be with someone who is too conceded about his pureblood line to know what is good for his family and the world around him. A war is coming, Malfoy. You know it. But are you sure you are on the right side?" He sends a slash across my face.
I grit my teeth but smirk back none the less. "Have fun in Azkaban." At this remark I hear a shout of one unforgivable curse. Pain shoots through my entire body. I feel like I'm on fire, like I'm being stabbed a thousand times over. I scream in pain but it's muffled by the blonde man's mouth on top of mine. I'm wildly flailing my arms trying to hit him, then trying to grab for my wand.
He reaches it before I can manage to get it back. Tossing it aside, he binds me with a spell. I start to cry; tears sliding down my face, for the pain has still not gone away. "Please." I hoarse out, "Please. Stop."
His dark smile, broadens. "Ah, dear girl, that can be arranged." The burn sensation stops but now his body is pressed against mine. I try with all my might to fight back, but my body is too weak from the pain against his strong, much larger body. Clothing starts to come off and I stop fighting. Silently crying, I close my eyes hoping it all goes by quickly.
After what felt like forever, he is done. Releasing my binds, I fall to the ground. "Give Draco a good time at Hogwarts. Considering I've just had myself a wonderful night." My shoulders fall. I feel so disgusting. Blood, dirt, and his… liquid cover my body. I move slowly, trying to pull my clothes back to me and get dressed. Shaking, I finish getting ready.
"Goodbye, slut." And with a snap, he disappears. Pushing myself off the ground, using the wall for support, I stand and gingerly, grab my bags. The only place open still was the Leaky Cauldron so I had a ways to walk considering I was in a back alley. The journey felt like it was taking forever with the pain that shot all over my body with every step I took.
Reaching the pub, I quickly grabbed floo powder, ignoring the strange looks I was getting from men at the bar. I knew I looked horrific but no one made a move to help me. Stumbling into the green flame, I emerge into our living room. Sitting in a circle on the floor is my twin brother, Ernest, along with a few of his friends, Seamus, Justin, Dean, and Neville. My eyes widen at the sight of them. They turn their gazes to me. All of their expressions fall from laughing to dreadfully serious.
"Blimey. What happened?" Seamus asks me, jumping up. The others all nod in agreement. My head falls as I drop my bags on the ground.
I try to muster a small smile, which is nearly impossible. I croak out, "Just shopping. It was a long day. I did accidently cut myself though." Pointing up to my cheek and shrugging my shoulders.
Justin tries to pipe up, "Are you sure?" as he puts down a jelly bean box he was in the process of eating.
Ernie flipped his head to him, "If Amy says it's nothing, it has to be nothing. I trust her. Right, sis?" I nod and slip out the doorway and down the hall before heading into the kitchen, collapsing into the chair and letting a long breath out.
I hear some shuffling in the hall, and then Neville peeks around the edge of the archway, as if asking for permission to come in. I ever so slightly nod. I just don't care anymore. I feel so empty. He kneels in front of me and stares at me directly in the eyes. I just sit there unable to move at this point. "Amy. I know that look." His eyes grow incredibly sad and he shakes a little. "Who did this to you? Who hurt you? Did they do anything else?" I open my mouth but words don't form. Tears begin to well in my eyes. He gently pulls me to him.
"Come on. I'll help clean up your cuts and, maybe, then you can tell me." I let him pick me up knowing my body won't let me move any farther. When he reaches my room, he lays me down on my bed and runs to our medicine cabinet in the bathroom off the hallway. Coming back in with a potion to put on my wounds, he starts working on my cheek.
Honestly the only thing I could want right now is him. Neville is the only friend Ernie has that treats me like one too. We aren't close or anything but in all honesty, I think I really like him. He is my brother's friend, however, which means he's off limits. Staring up at his eyes though, makes me rush with feelings again. I don't feel dead anymore, I feel safe. Applying the potion to my cheek, almost feels as if he is caressing it gently. Oh how I wish.
After he is done, he goes and grabs me clothes, laying them on my bed. He blushes when he sees my knickers and bra, "Go take a shower. I'll wait here; yell if you need me, okay?" I nod and try to smile a little. I take a quick but thorough shower. I wanted to have as much time with Neville as possible. He normally choses Ernest over me because it's the right thing to do.
I don't even dry my hair. I just get dressed and hurry back out to find Neville lying out on my bed, asleep. I silently move and sit on the edge of the bed. He murmurs something about killing someone then a much clearer sentence is spoken, "I'd do anything for you, Amy." My mouth automatically forms a huge grin. I would love to just curl up beside him and sleep, but I know my brother will want him back. I shake the boy on my bed. His eyes fling open and he throws his head around to find the threat. After realizing there is no immediate danger, his head flops back. "You scared me, love." Immediately after regretting what he had said, "I-I meant Amy. Sorry."
"Sorry. It's just… you're on my bed and you need to get back to my brother." My voice is still hoarse and from the look on his face, my voice reminded him of the situation.
His eyes grow intense. I honestly don't think I've seen him look so menacing before. "Who the fuck did this to you? I will learn ever spell known to man to make sure they pay. What all did they do besides Crucio?" He shivers again.
My face pales remembering the few minutes I had been under the curse. "How… how did you know?" His face is so grave, "You don't have to tell me. I was only wondering." He nods, "But I don't think I can say who did it and what they did. I just… I can't." He pulls me to him and I don't think I can cry anymore. So I just rest my head on his shoulder and sighed.
He smells wonderful, like an autumn day. You can smell the soil and fresh air but it's so nice. I squeeze my eyes shut. Stop thinking about him like that. He's off limits. Not to mention, Ernie once said he thought Neville had a thing for Hannah. "Well, if you ever need anyone, I'm here. I know I'm probably not your first pick, but just so you know." I nod into him.
I hear a throat clear and we fall apart from each other; Neville thumping onto the floor. Flipping my head toward the door, I see the tall figure of my brother standing there with an eyebrow raised. My cheeks flush and I tried to find an excuse," H-he was cleaning my cut on my cheek and just gave me a hug to feel better." I shrug the best that I could. He nods as if not believing it but motions for Neville to follow him back downstairs.