Not a little Girl Anymore

As my foot slammed into the murky water of a discreet puddle, the gunky produce of the earth and water sprayed over my worn denim jeans. But I wasn't bothered as the stain added to the increasing evidence of the past couple of weeks. With apparition now being recorded and observed by the death eaters, it was idiotic to travel by such means. Causing myself to travel across damp waste lands and icky marshland on foot. But I was on a mission. An errand to put it better. Still I treated it with the t most importance, for this errand was to tell an important message to Professor Dumbledore; Headmaster of Hogwarts. The message- to warn the school of the appending Battle between good and evil. So here I was, stumbling over various oddly placed fallen branches; due to fatigue. I had been travelling for almost 32 hours, too paranoid to stop. I couldn't stop. I had to get to the school as quickly as possible, so they will be prepared the best they can be. Just as I entered the forbidden forest, I thought my journey was going to go down with no hick-ups. But as I neared the opening of the forest which lead to the castle, I heard a couple of twigs snap behind me. Instantly I spun around to find an empty forest. Curious, I retraced a couple of my steps to make sure something wasn't hiding behind a tree or bush. Finding nothing, I turned back to head towards the castle. That's when the thing attacked me. A giant spider; one of Aragog's many off spring. My arms sprung to the creature's body. Pushing against it, to steer its razor sharp pincers away from my throat. Struggling due to the force and size of the creature, I finally managed to kick the spider off me. With this free moment, I whipped my wand out of my jean's back pocket and curse the approaching monster.

"Imombius!"

The creature stopped frozen in its stride. Its eyes still glaring pure anger in its foul red eyes as the creature was still. Sighing with relief, I let my shoulders drop as they had raised with the growing tension.

"Well Well Well, what do we have here? A student out in the forbidden forest. Tsk Tsk. How rebellious of you."

I frantically looked around but could not find the owner of the voice, yet it sounds familiar.

"For someone trying to travel discreetly, you do make such a racket!" The voice spoke, oozing with confidence. "Lucky you, that it's me who found you. I do love a little girl."

I could hear the persons smirk through their voice. They were only playing mind tricks to terrify me.

"I'm not a little girl!" I snapped, still turning to every direction with my wand pointed out for protection. "Who are you?"

The voice dismissed my question.

"You're right. You're not a little girl… physically… And may I say, how you have grown! It's unbelievable. I just mistook your appearance for your… innocence."

I brushed away the slight compliment and tried to concentrate on the direction the voice was coming from.

"I'm surprised Potter or his Ginger freak didn't have a go on you… The temptation must have been killing them."

"Stop it!" I shouted trying my best to seem unaffected by the person's words, but my attempt was failing and it was evident as the person laughed.

"Tell me… did they ever touch you?"

There was a pause and all I could hear was my frequent sharp breath. Blushing at the inappropriate question I shook my head, not willing to answer verbally.

"Not even like this?"

I suddenly felt a hand slide down her back. I spun round and found no one there. Whoever this person was, they were a sly bastard. Scanning my eyes over my surroundings, I saw no sign of any other presence.

"Or this?"

Next thing I knew, I was pressed up against someone, with their arm around my waist causing me to feel their erection digging into my back. Screaming I tried to wiggle myself free, but this only caused the man to groan in pleasure as I accidently rubbed against his groin. I then attempted to kick the man behind me, aiming for the part that was pressed against me the most. However I didn't get far, as he soon realised what I was trying to do and threw me to the ground.

I blacked out for a second and this gave the man enough time to clamber on top of me and pin me down. Making me unable to move. Sighing in defeat, I closed my eyes wishing for this torment to be over.

"You'll no longer be so innocent when I'm finished with you."

The man used his long fingers to slip inside my shirt, giving him grip underneath the fabric, so that he could pull it apart in a swift move. He didn't care that he had ruined the shirt and its buttons were lying scattered in the mud. While he progressed on to ripping down my skirt, I tried to glance at who the torturer was. But to my disappointment he wore a deatheater mask. Revealing me fully, he leaned back to take a glimpse of all of me. My nipples from my perky breasts that had just stop growing to an impressive size stood up to attention due to the cold. The man chuckled at my attempts to cover myself.

"Don't bother. You're mine! And I will see all of you"

Again he pinned my arms to the ground with one arm. With the other he reached into his pants and pulled out his manhood. At the sight of it, I started to panic as I fully understood his objective. He ignored my struggles and positioned himself ready near my entrance.

"Please don't do it!"

"I must take what is mine."

"At least tell me who you are."

The man looked up and all I could do was stare into his eyes with pleading eyes for him to stop. He waved his hand and his mask slowly disappeared into a black mist. I gasped as I immediately recognised the face. A face she had seen on the Daily Prophet a million times.

"Barty Crouch Junior" I stuttered in disbelief.

"Now shut up and let me take you!"

And with that he roughly entered me.

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All I could do was cry. I wasn't innocent any more. No that was stolen from me by this monster that was gently sucking my neck while he catches his breath. How could he be so soft now when he took me like an animal just before. If was horrifying and I knew it would scar my dreams forever. I felt sick.

He stopped sucking my neck and raised himself so that he was looking straight into my eyes. I tried to avoid his gaze by turning my head but he grabbed it and roughly turned it so I was looking back at him. Smiling he began to speak.

"You're certainly a keeper! Never thought a Mudblood would feel so good." His eyes seemed to widen as his brain came up with an idea. Pulling out his wand he pointed it to my collarbone. He whispered a curse which I didn't have time to catch, as a pain of a thousand needles piercing my skin rouse like a fire around my neck area. Tears tumbled down my cheeks, collecting at the point where the wand was pointed to on my body. The tears burnt my skin causing more pain. My cries echoed through the forest and when the curse stopped, the echoes were all I could hear.

"Beautiful!" Barty said before ducking his head down and licked the spot he had directed the curse. Looking down I could slightly see big red, pulsating, angry looking scars of the letters BCJ carved into my skin. A yelp was my only response as I looked back to Barty who seemed ecstatic.

"You're mind forever."

A/N: Hey everybody. Sorry for this dark story. I wanted to do something different to my other Barty Crouch Jr fanfic which I am still writing. (If you're interested go check it out). I could continue this story, it's up to responses. And to warn you it would stay dark. All the best 12ljam xxx