I'd like to thank George RR Martin for inspiration and J.K Rowling for the universe I'm working with.
World belongs to J.K, as do all of the characters mentioned in the books. Everything else belongs to me.
Disclaimer: Not for the faint of heart. This is based off of a song of ice and fire after all, it includes: Rape, swearing, gore, character death and torture. And possibly more. So if you don't like it rant at me or leave.
I'm not going to beg for reviews but they'd be nice.
Miriam Prewet rushed down the hall, praying silently that no one had noticed yet.
She needed to get to the owlry, she had no real hope of surviving she knew. But her family and all the great Wizarding houses needed to know...
Miriam was sixteen, with long wavy auburn hair, green eyes, a pale complexion and a hawk like nose. She wore a simple green dress and cloak. The cloak was in the colors of her house Blue with green edging. She was cheery and clever normally, with a quick wit and an even faster smile.
She was of house Prewet, the trout's house. House Prewet was very wealthy due to a series of wise investments orchestrated by her grandfather during the Goblin rebellion, Miriam Prewet was the youngest of her family, practically magically null her only real advantage was skill with finances and a charming personality. It had come as quite a surprise when the mighty House Dumbledore had offered her father an alliance via marriage to his eldest son. She had accepted as well, as was her duty.
Only now did she know why. Even if the magical defenses around it had rendered almost anything she could try to do useless.
She ran up two flights of stairs, listening for any sign of pursuit. Then as she reached the owlry she let out a sigh of relief and made her way to her barn owl, Mercury. She pulled out a slip of paper and a quill pen and wrote in hasty italic script, cursing the spell that held her tongue and hands in check.
It wasn't an accident, The phoenix lies.
She tied it to the leg of Mercury.
"Helga. Bring it to Helga." She ordered.
Mercury let out a sleepy hoot and then took off and left out the window.
The door to the owlry opened and in came Lord Avris Dumbledore, her betrothed and the third from last person in the world she wanted to see right now.
Avris was a pudgy, short man, with a scrappy beard and beady eyes. His hair was black and cut in a way meant to be stylish. He wore the orange and gold of House Dumbledore. A simple fiery orange robe and golden cloak. He was slow witted, magically average, overly prideful and in general had the temperament of a small child. He had been born into one of the most powerful of the great Wizarding houses and by some twist of fate had ended up the first and so far only son, which naturally boosted his status through the roof, and he knew it.
In his hand he held his stubby wand and his face was full of rage.
"Petrificus totalus!" He shouted.
The spell shot forward as her shield spell failed to catch it.
Miriam fell to the ground, paralyzed.
Avris glanced around. Then with a contemptuous look and a flick of his wand he levitated her and left the room.
They headed down two flights of stairs and into Avris's room.
It was luxurious, done up in gold and orange, and too Miriam's eyes utterly disgusting. He slammed her into the bed.
"Bitch." He said, then he turned and left. Leaving her utterly alone.
She stared up at the ceiling, utterly unable to move, unable to resist whatever was coming. They knew. Miriam was dead, she knew it. House Dumbledore had a reputation for power and utter and complete ruthlessness, and they would make it hurt.
She just hoped her will would hold out.
Within several minutes he and the last person she wanted to see in this world walked into the room.
Lord Faramond Dumbledore, first of his name the head of house Dumbledore, Faramond was everything his son was not, tall, noble, intelligent and powerful; He had lead house Dumbledore through thick and thin with steely determination and careful planning. His ire had spelled the doom of House Crabbe, leaving them broken and impoverished.
Faramond was an older man, at least in his early forties; With silver streaks running through his long hair and well-trimmed beard, he had well defined cheek bones and a long nose, his eyes were bright blue and seemed to pierce right through Miriam as he looked over the situation. He wore an orange robe with a red cape lined with silver fur.
"My, my you are in trouble." He said, striding forward and staring down at her.
He flicked his wand, banishing his son's spell.
Miriam desperately tried to jump up, but with another flick of his wand several waves of force suddenly slammed her back into the wall and held her there.
"Did you send a message?" Faramond asked, his tone soft and his eyes dangerous.
"No." Miriam lied. "Your son was too quick."
Avris puffed up with pride but Faramond snorted.
"Tell the truth and you may live through this..." Faramond said, "Now, I'll ask you again. Did you send a message."
"No." Miriam said.
"In that case..." Faramond said, his tone turning cold. "Do you mind telling me: where exactly your owl is?"
"I... I don't know..." Miriam said, praying to all the gods of her family. "Perhaps she went out for a early hunt."
"Don't try playing that game little girl..." Faramond said, his tone still soft as he looked into her eyes making her feel useless and vulnerable.
"Father... If we're going to kill her anyway..." Avris said, his tone making it obvious what he wanted as his bulgy eyes overlooked her body.
Faramond cast him a look and Miriam's eyes widened.
Faramond turned back to her.
"I will ask one more time." He said, calmly. "Who did you send that message too?"
Miriam set her jaw. There was no way the little prick could possibly make it last long.
Faramond shook his head, feigning sadness.
"So be it." Faramond turned away and nodding at his son.
Avris stepped forward, fiddlings with the belt on his robe.
Within seconds his pathetic, pulsating prick was out.
Miriam started struggling desperately against the bonds that held her.
With a vertical slice of Avris's wand her robe was torn down the middle, as were her under clothes. She tried to scream but found herself gagged by another spell.
Avris cast another spell, banishing her clothes entirely and leaving her body open to his lecherous eyes.
Miriam looked him in the eye, this would pass. And in the end this piece of shit would be punished.
Avris walked forward, on top of the bed and positioned himself awkwardly.
"Father, could you please move her?" Avris asked.
"Make do." Faramond said, as he left the room.
Miriam glared at Avris, hate in her eyes.
"Oh, you'll enjoy this..." Avris said, twisting her right nipple painfully. "You fishy little slut."
With that he pushed in.
Miriam gasped against the bonds as Avris began furiously pumping.
It hurt. A lot. As a proper, unmarried daughter of one of the great houses Miriam was a virgin.
It was over before the pain could really turn to pleasure as Avris pulled out.
After he recovered (Taking almost as long as the actual act had) he walked over to a chest an pulled out a small bag. He tossed it too her, letting it's contents spill out onto the bed.
Silver sickles.
"Keep the change." He said, smirking as he pulled on his robe.
Miriam glared at him.
"Oh, you know you enjoyed it too." He said, as he headed out.
Miriam sat, staring at the bed in front of her for almost half an hour before Avris and Faramond returned.
Faramond flicked his wand, allowing her to collapse on the bed.
"Was that not enough." He said, sounding almost compassionate. "Must you make me hurt you more?"
Miriam glared at him, pure venom in her eyes.
Faramond shook his head. "I was afraid of that." He then drew his wand and pointed it at her. "Crucio."
Miriam screamed as every nerve in her body was hit at once, Faramond kept it up for almost ten minutes before he lowered his wand.
"It wasn't your fault..." He said, "It can end, you don't need to go through this any more."
She looked up and her despair and pain filled eyes met his and she surrendered.
"I sent... I sent a letter." She said.
Faramond smiled. "To whom?" He asked, his tone gentle.
" Erenibus, Erenibus Black." She said, using her last spark of energy, her last spark of will.
Faramond smiled. "And what did it say?" He asked, calmly.
"It wasn't an accident, the phoenix lies." She responded.
Faramond nodded. "I see." He then aimed his wand at her one last time.
"I'm sorry it had to end like this." He said, sounding almost honestly regretful. "Avada Kedavra."
And Lady Miriam Prewet, first of her name died, violated and in pain.
That went a little farther then I thought... Huh, well I guess it's a "good" way to start. Most of the chapters aren't going to be this dark, but if they are I'll post a warning on the top. Be sure to tell me what you think, my eventual goal is to become a full time writer so any help would be greatly appreciated.