Part I: The Death of Katherina Abbott
"Good night Robert! I think we have another hit show on our hands."
Katherina Abbott stepped out from the production studio into the cool night air. The pale glow of the moon was overshadowed by the dark clouds perched in the night sky. A sharp gust of wind whipped up, causing the street light to flicker off…on…off…and on again. Katherina tugged her faded tan trench coat closer to her thin frame. For a moment she thought she saw someone on the opposite side of the street. But when she looked again, no one was there. A trick of the light, she thought and shook her head.
"Do you need me to walk with you to your car, Kat?" asked Robert, pulling his cap further down on his head.
"I'll be fine Bob. My car is just right down the alley."
"Are you sure? I mean, with all these strange, random attacks lately, I don't think—"
"I'm a big girl Robert," Kat cut him off. "I think I can handle myself while walking 30 feet from here to my car. Like I said, it is not that far." She reassured him with a smile.
"Well…okay. See you tomorrow." Robert lit a cigarette and walked on deeper into the darkness.
Katherina walked a little way down the dim, deserted alley leading from the backdoor of the BBC studio. Then the lamppost that provided the only light coming into the alley lost its struggle to the wind and died. Katherina shivered and pulled her coat closer. The moon was barely shinning through the ominous clouds. Then she stopped. The hairs on her neck stood at attention. She heard a sound, much like a gun going off….or a car backfiring.
"Wh-Who's there?" Despite the nearly blinding darkness around her, Katherina attempted to search the nightness. Receiving no reply, she quickens her pace. Her heart throbbing against her skull and reverberating in her ears, she silently wished that she had taken up Robert on his offer.
"Even if dear Robert was with you, I doubt he could have saved you," said a cold voice from behind her. She could almost hear him smirking.
"W-W-What d-do you w-w-want? If it's m-m-money you're after-"
The seemingly disembodied voice let out a laugh that sent shivers crawling down her spine. Her spine got even more of a shockwave when she felt a hand…caressing the small of my back? The other hand toyed with her burnt blond hair.
"Oh, I'm not after your money or any other of your possessions. I have no need for Muggle things." His hand snaked around from the lower back to her abdomen, pulling her into him. Apparently this situation was making him aroused; she could feel it. But did he just say…
"Muggle, yes. Normally, I don't fuck with filthy Muggles, but for you my dear, I'm willing to make the proverbial exception." He jerked her head back by her hair and trailed his tongue along her slender neck.
"I love it when I can taste their f—Omph!" Katherina elbowed him in the stomach and took off down the alley.
"Help! Help! I'm—" Katherina took a hard dive into the ground. She cried out again. No sound. Not even a whisper.
"Nice stunt you tried to pull my love. But nothing a Trip Jinx and a Silencing Charm can't handle." Trip Jinx! Silencing Charm! Muggle! That means…
"Wizard," said the mysterious Death Eater, his footsteps echoing in the alley as moved closer. "Hmm, you're smarter than most Muggles…. I see you have one in the family. A daughter…If she is as beautiful as you, maybe I might try to find her. Anyway, where were we… ah yes." Again Kat could hear the smirk in his voice. She tried to escape; crawling farther and farther.
"Do you honestly think you can escape me? Accio!" Katherina felt her body being pulled in his direction and she stopped at his feet. Then two hands pulled her up from the ground and slammed her against the brick wall of the building. She struggled. Their bodies were pressed close together.
"If you would hold still, it will be over with soon. Ow!" Kat dug her nails deep into his arms. She could feel the skin and blood underneath. He muttered a spell and her arms were chained to the walls.
"You are only making things worst darling." The sound of a zipper coming down, her skirt being lifted, signaled the dreaded moment. A gasp, a silent moan, hot tears, cold sweat, hard thrusts, climax, sticky thighs, humiliation. Kat felt his weight lifting off her.
"Now to clean up the mess. Avada Kedavra…." A flash of green light was the last thing Katherina Abbott ever saw….
A/N:Like it? I tried to make it good. Whether I succeeded or not…. This is part one of a trilogy concerning the death of Hannah's mother. It only got passing mention in the HBP, so I decided to flesh it out a bit. Thanks and I hope reading this wasn't too painful. Please leave reviews, they make me extra happy! Like shampoo bottles that sit on my lappie ;-)! –Ebony