Disclaimer: All characters of the Harry Potter series are owned by J.K Rowling, I just like to play with them.

The stench of sex mixed with blood lingered long after he left the room, leaving behind a whimpering girl tending to her wounds alone in peace. He would allow her that one single dignity.

She knows to hide behind her layers of clothing- no matter the heat of the day, because she's supposed to be a good girl and she knows that good girls always listen to directions

/out of sight, out of mind/

But sometimes during the night, her only reprieve, she would dream only to be reminded of scars that won't leave with the departing day; she would dream of blood like spilt pomegranate wine, sparkling against the reflected sun by the blade's edge

/she dreamt of red and gold/

It was sometimes on those nights that she would smile for the sounds of her parent's shouts and the breaking of glass and all those sobs that her mother tries to hide from her- anything that can just keep away the dreams

/i'm so twisted, so dirty, so broken- but help me even if i don't deserve it, help me because i don't know how to help myself/

She knows somewhere deep in her heart that it can't go on forever, she knows that it's just wrong wrong wrong, but she's a good girl, a smart girl, and so she'll hide it until the very end

/bound to end, bound to fall- it's like the flight of icarus, isn't it sad?/

It's because she's a good girl, a smart girl that she knows it'll be all her fault that she'll ruin his life, her fault if they find out how stained she is, so she knows to try her best to hide away and listen to the man that hurts her once more

/because she deserves it/

But even so, with every heartbeat, she wishes...

"Tut tut, Miss Granger, please see me after class."

...help me.