AN: IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY RAPE OR CHILD ABUSE, THIS STORY IS NOT FOR YOU. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. Another Author's note at the end.

I know I don't know much, but I do know three things. One: I really shouldn't be forced to suck on some strangers penis to eventually have it rammed up my ass, two: I'm in a lot of pain right now, and three: my father and every single man he's sold me to are the worst men alive. I'd much rather be a murder victim than a sex toy, but unfortunately children don't get to choose their parents. If I could choose, I'd give myself a loving set of parents who'd never beat me.

For as long as I can remember, I've been sexually abused by my father simply because I possess an intricate talent that he'd never dare to dream of. I know that one day, I'll be able to attend a school that's filled with people who are just like me; magical misfits. People who can wave wands and make powerful sparks escape. I can't wait until I learn to do that.

In the storybooks, the villain is always defeated. He's usually brought to shame or to his own demise. I just wish something like that could happen to my father. He's been selling me for sex for over a year now. He's raped me since I was five. I'm only eight. Every single night, I dream that they're touching me, they're groping me, and they're raping me again and again and again. I wish I could scream but I know that if I let out a single peep, my father will come in and beat me. It's a little pointless because if I wet the bed, he'll beat me anyways. I wet the bed every night.

Children my age go to school. Not me. I'm forced to stay at home, working on making the house gleam from head to toe, from ceiling to floor. If I don't do it perfectly, I get beat. I've heard my ribs crack so many times that I can no longer count the instances on my two hands. He'll beat me saying "Severus, Severus, you useless piece of shit, aren't you good for anything?"

I wonder that too.

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This day starts off like any other. I get beat for peeing in my bed again (I can't control it, I swear!) and I'm sent off on my own in the house with a list of chores to complete by the time he gets home at nine. Usually, my stomach rumbles in fury, yet I have to tell it that I probably won't get a chance to eat today.

While I wash the windows to make them sparkle (which admittedly isn't too hard, considering that I clean the house every day) my hands crack and start to bleed. It's not uncommon for this to happen, considering the fact that my father has me cleaning with harsh chemicals every day and I'm never allowed any hand cream. My hands bleed extremely easily, and if anything, it's a nuisance to deal with. I've gotten used to the pain by now. It doesn't bother me that much and I continue to clean the house.

I got beat twice today. The first time was for leaving a singular streak in the window, leading to my left arm cracking and a bunch of scars being left on my back from Father's beloved belt. The second time is for missing a small speck of dirt on the floor. This time, I'm pushed down the stairs and I'm kicked in the stomach which really hurts.

Once the Grandfather clock in the window strikes three, I take that as my cue to stop cleaning and start doing what I want. My father heads out from three until nine o'clock, giving him enough time to get a little tipsy and bring home some clients to fuck me, as he says. During this time, I quit cleaning and do some reading. I've stayed in school long enough to learn how to read, and since reading is the only educating thing I've been doing, I've gotten quite good at it, if I can say so myself. My favourite book is Anne of Green Gables, it's just a book that I enjoy, no matter my present situation. Today, I read my beat up copy of it. Page fifty-eight is missing, along with page fifty-nine. I've always wondered what happens on those two pages. Usually, I hide it in my room while I read it, knowing that most of my father's clients have sex with me in the spare bedroom. Even the pain in my upper abdomen couldn't make me enjoy reading any less.

Sometimes I wish that I had a sibling who would adopt me and take me to his farm for me to work. I'd get a bunch of friends and have my own little adventures with them. I guess I can dream.

Around nine o'clock, my father comes back home with a bunch of cronies that he's picked up at the bar. For a few seconds, I get the chance to look at who my customers are. Sometimes they've had sex with me before, sometimes they haven't. Tonight, there are three. I count each and every one of them. I recognize two of them and the other one's likely to become a regular. It was going to be a bad night. I could already tell, mostly because there was more than one person here.

They take their turns raping me and I wait for the clock to chime twelve so I can go to sleep to have the same cycle repeated again tomorrow. I want to cry but I can't. After the second man is done, I hear a commotion in the living room and it sounds like it's between my father and a rapist. I've never heard this before.

Eventually, the third man comes in and looks at me. I look at him. His brown eyes are warm and comforting and once he places his hand on my back, I know that he's not here to rape me. "Come on, we're taking you to a hospital."

I burst into tears. If I go to the hospital, then they're going to take me away from my father and force me into a house where the boys have sex with each other, at least that's what my father told me. He said I was lucky to have him monitor the men that have sex with me. "No hospital," I cry, covering up my naked body with my scarred hands.

"Look young one. I'm not going to hurt you," the man reassures, trying to get me to trust him.

I shake my head. "Your father's out there. I convinced him to let me use his phone and I called the police. They'll be here any minute and you'll be taken to the hospital. I'm an undercover cop and I called for backup," He says, trying a different tactic to comfort me.

I hear sirens outside. Unsure of what to do, but hearing the clock strike nine, I run naked into my bedroom. Impulsively, I grab my copy of Anne of Green Gables and sit on my bed, crying, waiting to be taken to the sex house.

Everything that happens next is blurry. I know at one point cops approach me and start asking me questions about what happened and all I can blurt out are one-word answers in attempts to stop them from prodding too much. They wrap me in a blanket and strap me into a stretcher. I protest this and force them to let me take my book. That book was my protector.

They give in, taking the book as they carried me and the stretcher to the ambulance. They didn't do too much in the ambulance on the way there but I know that once I'm in the hospital, they're going to treat me and then prepare me for the sex house. I cry in the ambulance at the thought of this. The paramedics soothe me, but they don't know what they're soothing so they just assume that I'm scared.

When we arrive at the hospital, I'm taken into a bright room. A smiling blonde nurse with her hair pulled up into a bun introduces herself as Rita and I notice the magnificence of her brilliant blue eyes. She tells me that she's going to run some tests and I find myself nodding. I can see her wince as she removes the blanket, yet her smile remains, albeit a little dampened. She tells me she's going to do something called a "rape kit" and she swabs the inside of my butt. It's not scary, but I find my focus on the drawers in the room. They're labelled "Small child", "Teenage girl", "Teenage boy", "Adult female," and "Adult male". I can't even imagine what's in them until the nurse grabs me a pair of underwear from the "small child" drawer, after proceeding to get me a hospital gown. She takes my wrist and places a hospital band on it.

I put the underwear on and Rita calls a doctor into the room. I whimper as the male doctor enters the room. I was afraid that he would have sex with me. My heart is telling me to beg him not to rape me but my brain is advising me to not suggest that to him. The conflicting ideas lead to me freezing, unable to say anything. My obsidian eyes meet the cool blue ones of the doctor and Rita comforts me, placing her hand on my back. "I suspect a ruptured spleen." Rita says, "All of the signs point to it. Severus, this is Doctor Sullivan."

"We're going to need a surgical consult. Call Richard, he'll be able to bring us, someone." Doctor Sullivan says, ignoring me for now. "Can you lay down for me?"

I do as he says, afraid of what he would do if I didn't obey his command. He runs a weird device all over my chest, saying that it's supposed to see if my heart is working okay. He seems to stare at my belly for a long time. After this, he grabs a cuff that's attached to a pump and attaches it around my upper arm. Doctor Sullivan pushes the pump and the cuff gets extremely tight and then loose once more. He removes the cuff and I look at him, a little confused about what he had just done. "Severus' blood pressure is extremely low. We need him to have emergency surgery now!"

The nurse nods and puts a rubber tourniquet around my arm and places a needle in my hand. Hooked up to me is a bag of clear fluids. Both Rita and Doctor Sullivan move me into a rolling bed. A third person enters the room and introduces himself as Richard and tells me that I'm going to be put to sleep and have an organ taken out. They wheel me out of that room and through the hallways and take me into something called an elevator. We go up a few floors and I get taken into a room with a bright light over me. "Severus, you're going to be put to sleep; you know that needle in your arm?" I nod, "Well you're going to feel something cold in it and then you're going to feel the need to cough. Then you'll fall right asleep."

I fell asleep.

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I wake up to the sound of beeping. I blink the weariness out of my eyes and I look up. I'm in a room with a lot of bright lights. A nurse looks at me and strokes my hair. At once, I see that it is Nurse Rita. "Can I go home now?" I ask, out of it. They were going to rape me here too. That's what my father said.

At once, I feel his hands all over me, forcing his penis down my throat. I shake my head from side to side, trying to break free from it. This happened whenever I felt too safe, which, unsurprisingly, was a rare feeling for me. I don't see that nurse Rita is stroking my hair, trying to bring me out of my flashback. Eventually, the flashback ends and I see Rita's concerned face. She's stroking my hair still. "Severus, we're going to take you to your room now."

My bed starts moving, it's being brought to a room where there's another kid whose around my age. I feel too tired to do anything as I'm transferred into another hospital bed. There's a blue remote next to me that Rita says is a morphine drip and to press the button if I'm in too much pain. She also says that I'll be getting an X-ray tomorrow, but it's too late for me to function now.

I fall asleep.

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For some reason, I manage to sleep through the entire night with nothing interrupting my sleep. However, I wake up the next morning, realizing that I've wet the bed. I choke and I break into sobs, not wanting anyone to see the mess that I've made. It was embarrassing. I'm just glad that my roommate is still asleep because if he were awake, he'd be making fun of me. The pain hits me and I barely remember how to push a button but I'm so out of it, I don't push the right button and I summon a nurse to my embarrassment.

A nurse with red hair and freckles scattered all over his face enters the room, and oh god, he scared me. He was going to rape me and I couldn't control it.

Instead of raping me, he looks at me, trying to figure what's wrong. "Is everything okay in here?" He asks.

"N-no," I stutter, completely embarrassed to be lying in a puddle of my own waste, "I'm in a lot of pain."

The nurse hands me the morphine button and I press it, feeling instant relief shoot through my body. However, the red-headed nurse sees that my blankets are wet. I don't make eye contact with him as he sees the soaked sheets. "Severus, do you mind if I change your bed sheets?

I know he's going to beat me. When I peed in my own bed, I was only damaging something that belonged to me, but when I peed in this bed, I've damaged someone else's property. "Please don't beat me!" I cry.

"You're not going to get beaten, trust me." The red haired nurse tries to comfort me.

Something inside of me tells me not to trust him. Maybe it's the fact that I was mostly raped by men (and sometimes women, but mostly men) but he scares me and I can't let him take my clothes off. And this pair of underwear was the only pair that I had and I didn't want to go without, it'd make it easier for anyone to rape me. It was better to wear soaked underwear than none at all. I couldn't imagine the hospital so graciously giving me another pair. I broke down into tears, afraid of this man and his plans. I bite my lip, trying not to let the words slip out, "Please d-don't beat me."

"Severus, no one at this hospital is going to rape you." The nurse explains, trying to help me feel safe. I shiver and wrap myself up in the wet blankets, afraid of this man whose name I didn't even know. At least I didn't let the word rape slip out. If I let them know that I was raped, my father said that they'd rape me too. "Severus, you need to let me change you or you're going to get an infection. Heavens- I'm not going to beat you."

I shake my head and curl up underneath the blankets even more. "I want Rita!" I say, wanting the female nurse because I trusted her. She had earned my trust and thus was the nurse I wanted to treat me. I didn't trust this redhead at all.

"Severus, would you feel more comfortable if I had a female nurse do this?" he asks, already knowing the answer before I nod.

He doesn't hesitate to page a nurse and before I know it, a nurse with her long black hair pulled up into a ponytail enters the room with a new pair of underwear, a new hospital gown, and what appears to be a mat. The nurse introduces herself as Emily and asks, "Severus, Nathan told me that you wanted a female nurse to assist you, correct?"

I nod, assuming that the name of the red-head was Nathan. "Severus, I'm going to remove your wet clothes and bedding, okay?"

I shake my head, not wanting anyone to touch my clothes. They were my only protection from rapists and people that wanted sex and once they were off, there was nothing protecting me. "No." I cross my arms and shake my head.

"I can help you get changed in the bathroom if you would like," Emily says, offering to make a compromise with me. I would be less scared in the bathroom, mostly because I had never been raped in a bathroom. I nod my head and Emily makes a gesture that signals that I shouldn't move. She leaves the room and I wonder for a second if she's left me to never come back, but she comes back to the room in just a few seconds with a wheelchair and she helps me into it and brings it into the bathroom, along with my IV.

Once she brings me into the bathroom, she sets me onto the toilet and takes my underwear off, putting it into a laundry basket that's presumably for soiled clothing. She does the same with the hospital gown and wipes me down and places me into a new pair of underwear and a new hospital gown. Emily places me into the wheelchair and wheels me into the hallways. "Severus, we're going to take you for an x-ray now to check for some broken bones."

I nod as she brings me to the x-ray machine and places me onto it. I stare up at the machine until I'm told not to and the x-ray technician winces as she sees my results. If they led to her wincing, then there was no way that I wanted to see them. I was lifted off the table and then placed into my wheelchair once more to be taken back into my room. "Severus, you have several fractures. I'll get a doctor to explain it to you. Unfortunately, it might not be a female doctor."

"Okay." I say. I'm placed into my hospital bed. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn't all sticky and wet, just like I thought it would be. I was only allowed to change my bed sheets once every month. A strange man enters the room and I get extremely scared. He was an older man with finer wrinkles along his face. He reminded me of this one guy that would have brutal sex with me, often ending extremely bloody for me. About six months ago, my kept bringing him home and not anyone else. This lasted for about a month, but I never got used to the pain and the blood. Eventually, my father started bringing home others and stopped bringing home that guy.

"Hello Severus, my name is Fleamont Potter. I'm going to be your doctor for however long that you're in here."

"No!" I cry. I didn't trust this doctor at all and it showed.

"We don't have any female doctors available Severus, I've read your chart and I know what has happened to you. I just wanted to discuss your multiple broken bones."

I tried my best to focus on what he was saying and I could feel myself slowly easing into his presence. He was nothing like the other man and I actually felt...well, safe around him. I didn't know how to describe it, but I didn't need to. "So Severus, you have a spiral fracture on your left femur and it's bad enough that you'll need to have it fixed with surgery. As well, you have multiple broken ribs. Luckily, they have all healed properly so I won't need to break them again, but you're going to need to be careful. You have seven broken fingers and all three bones in your left arm are broken, along with several bones in your hand. You'll need to have your arm in a cast for a long time."

I nod, smiling and feeling better knowing that my injuries were going to be treated and I'd no longer have to deal with the pain on a daily basis. "Severus, there's just one thing I'd like to tell you. You aren't at a regular hospital. You're at Merlin's Magical Children's Hospital which specializes in treating magical children from all over the world."

I frowned out of confusion. "What do you mean by that?"

"Severus, have you ever done something that you can't explain? Have you ever found that you can move something using only your mind."

I nod my head. Once when my father was attacking me, I somehow made him fly off of me and crash into the wall. I didn't know how I managed to do it, but it did prevent him from bringing anyone home to rape me that night which was a blessing in itself.

"That's because you're magical Severus."

A/N: Wow. This story turned out to be a lot more graphic than I wanted it to be, but I really like the storyline that I have come up with. This story is going to be filled with a lot of pain and suffering and it's definitely not going to be updated daily. I've barely even planned out the story as it is. Now, just a few pointers. This story will be taking place in the twenty-first century, just because I want to keep the medicinal knowledge of the characters up to date and I want to focus a lot on Severus' recovery. He will not be fine within five chapters because recovery is a long process. I hope you enjoyed!