Okay, so this is mainly a feeler chapter. I think that I have a great idea with this story, which would be a shorter story, but don't know if I'm going to be the only one who likes it. :p It's set during the seventh book, and is as compliant as I could make it. Also, I will be the first to tell you that Snape is out of character, but that's kind of necessary. I will probably be making a lot of changes to the story as I go, so don't be surprised if you have to re-read this chapter (I do apologize for that in advance). The rating should stay K+, because I don't want to go into graphic details.

So, I don't necessarily need (x amount) of reviews or ratings to continue, I would just like at least one person to ask me to finish the story. With that being said, I can't also promise to update regularly. I don't want to disappoint, so I make absolutely no promises. So let me know what you think. :]

P.S. I don't own anything other than Ophelia, but I do like to play pretend with J.K. Rowling's characters. :]

P.P.S. I altered this chapter December 14, 2010, because CeresMaria is amazing and pointed out a couple flaws. I'm quite grateful. :]

Prologue

Severus Snape's dark figure slowly hobbled into his office and waited as the gargoyle jumped out of the way to let him in. There was a dull ache in his leg, but the pain was focused on his abdomen. It had been a particularly brutal night and he was more than ashamed of himself. Severus had been forced to rape a student of his, but she was definitely a fighter. She had landed a blow to his abdomen with her knee, and used a broken vase to cut his leg before he was able to Imperius her to no longer feel the pain, but to act as if it hurt. He sighed as he sunk down onto the couch in front of the fire and tried to warm up, but decided to speak to the former Headmaster in his portrait.

Albus Dumbledore studied at the younger man carefully, and was rewarded with a slight sign of pain and hatred for himself. After a moment, he addressed the poor man, "Severus, you look worse than you normally do upon returning. What has happened?"

With a shuddering breath, the younger man responded, "We came upon a group of young girls, couldn't have been older than seventeen.. They were all raped and I was forced to.. That poor girl.." He sunk his head into his hands, and he couldn't help but sob. He had only felt this horrible when he had betrayed Lily by relaying the information to Lord Voldemort, and he could only wish to never feel this horrible again.

Dumbledore let him trail off, understanding. Severus left the portrait to find a potion to help put him to sleep without his nightmares finding him. When he returned, Severus took several deep breaths and managed to calm down enough to explain to the older man exactly what had happened. He was disgusted to say that he had been forced to rape one of his students, but he was glad to say that he had was able to take her back to his home on Spinner's End and obliviate her. She was currently resting with a note on the night stand that explained her whereabouts and enough of the situation so she was not confused.

He had felt guilty and wanted to make it right. While he couldn't help the other girls, whom he did not recognize, he was able to save one girl. In the note, he had claimed that he found her on his way home from dinner. He then brought her to his home, and healed her. He also mentioned that he was certain that the Death Eaters presumed her dead and that it was absolutely dangerous for her to return to her family. She was to apparate with Severus to the hidden island that Dumbledore had left to him, and stay there until the war was over.

Dumbledore advised him to spend the weekend with her, seeing as the school wasn't to start for another week. She was going to be transferred to Hogwarts to be hidden, assuming that the Dark Lord didn't plant Death Eaters in the school. They had a lot to discuss, but for now he just wanted to rest and hopefully put this night in the dark recess of his mind. Severus took the potion with him and left a message with the gargoyle before heading to the fireplace to floo to his home.

She was standing in front of the mirror with her shirt rolled up to reveal her stomach; she was turning this way and that to inspect it. The hair that was falling out of her lazy bun covered her frown; a small bump was forming and it was not a good sign. With a sigh, she covered her belly and turned back to her desk. The letter she had been writing was finished and she just needed to send it. She was home, or rather at his hidden island, for the Christmas holidays, but she couldn't afford to wait to tell Professor Snape until she got back. He hadn't thought that it was safe to let her return to her parents, most because they still thought that she was dead.

She had been lonely at Professor Snape's secret manor, but she could not complain because it was better than being dead. She mainly shut herself up in the library – sometimes even falling asleep in the library, much to her chagrin – and would wander down to make herself some food. Professor Snape had dropped her off with several bags of food that should, he had hoped, last her through the holidays. She obviously wasn't able to get present for her friends and family, but she had resolved to make a present for her savior. She snapped back to her thoughts, rolling up the letter and finding a bit of twine to tie it up with.

The brown owl, Bernie, was waiting in her cage, and was only happy to be able to stretch her wings. She murmured the name of the recipient and the owl was off in a flurry of feathers. The small owl fought with heavy snowfall, but didn't stop flying until it reached a dark, magical forest and the castle that over looked it. It knew to fly directly to his office and tap its beak on the window. Severus Snape was not expecting a letter, because he had no one to spend the holidays with, so he had to admit that he was beyond curious to see what it said. He carefully untied the letter and allowed the owl to rest on one of Fawkes' old perches. He fed the owl a couple of treats before sitting down at his desk to being reading the letter.

Professor Snape,

It's been about two months since I awoke in your home to find out that I was raped. I am fortunate to tell you
that I feel much better and am coping quite well. However, I'm unfortunate enough to tell you that my rapist
impregnated me and I will be due about two months before the school year will end. I don't know what we can
do with the situation, but I do know that you are the only one who can help me now. Thank you for everything
that you've done.

Sincerely,
Ophelia Reynolds

Severus was going to be sick. He had done many terrible things, which he genuinely felt guilty for, but he had tried to make sure they were quick and painless. Whether it was using the Imperius Curse to prevent the pain of a beating, or quickly killing his victims without torturing them. Now, he had caused her a lifetime of nightmares and a child to remind her of it everyday. Severus had a feeling that she wouldn't ever give the baby up for adoption, so she was going to look at their baby - not that she knew it was his - with the knowledge that she had been violated. That wasn't even taking into consideration that she couldn't return to school, nor would she be able to leave the island until Lord Voldemort was defeated. He took a deep breath to quell the nausea and nodded looked to Dumbledore. "She's pregnant, Albus. Miss Reynolds is pregnant."