Disclaimer: No, I don't own the Harry Potter series, just this particular story
Prologue
Silent screams were erupting in her head, for his hand was obstructing her mouth. Pushing her up against the wall, he ripped off her blouse, running his hands over her body, reaching down her skirt. He was completely intoxicated, his breathe hot on her face.
Growling at her as she fought back, he slammed her to the floor, and sat astride her, his palm suffocating her lips. His weight was crushing her midriff, her vision becoming blurred. She was now lying on the freezing stone floor in her underwear – the chill biting into her flesh, his hands felt every part of her body, his nails leaving scratches.
He began to bite off her bra, until he stopped growling, and slumped forward, a huge gaping hole in the back of his head, blood streaming onto her bare skin. Sliding out from underneath him, she leant up against the wall, her breathing heavy, her cuts seeping blood. A light was moving toward her, and the silhouette of a man knelt next to her. Shoving her clothes in his cloak, he gently lifted her up, carrying her out of the shadowy corridor; her head nestled in his neck - her hands around his neck, grasping a few strands of pale hair.
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