Ana was crying and huddled in a corner of the deserted Great Hall, which stood in shambles. She was cold. The jeans and undergarments she had been wearing when he found her alone in the hall were only feet away, but Ana was unwilling to move; unwilling to untangle herself and let herself be exposed. There was blood smeared along her thighs, and though she could not bear to look Ana was sure the delicate skin between her legs was red and swollen. The area was throbbing painfully.
As much as her legs were hiding her personal space below, her arms did the same above. Her tank top was in shreds and hanging about her boson with gaping holes. Ana was too afraid of the possibilities to look down and asses if the assailant had not only torn through cotton clothing, but through flesh as well. So instead she stared at nothing. The broken glass columns that held the gems used for counting house points had shattered and so the flagstones on the floor were glittering with rubies, sapphires, emeralds, and citrines.
A shadow passed over her. Ana looked up and he was there. Her abuser reached for her and before she could make a sound there was black and her dreaming self dissolved and the waking self woke up.
Well, she was cold, as a matter of fact. Ana pulled the holey blanket closer and attempted to keep herself warm and calm after her latest nightmare. True, it was not how she came to be in Greyback's possession. But it was close. When she had seen the Dark Mark outside the window of the astronomy tower, where she had gone to watch for Harry's return from his outing with Dumbledore, she had raced to the roof to get a closer look. Once she did, she saw Bill lying on his back and bloody while Greyback stood over him, teeth bared. He was not transformed, but it seemed the werewolf had taken a liking to biting wither it was the full moon or not.
Ana had been too terrified to try and help. Greyback turned his head and smiled, blood staining his teeth pink and dripping down his jaw. She turned and ran, hearing his boots fall behind her on the stones. Once inside Ana had enough time in her panic to jinx the door shut. She then continued running. It was hard work trying to think of the best way to evade him. As a matter of fact she was unsure he was even pursuing her still. But after the stories she was told by Remus, all bets were off in her opinion. And so she raced through one classroom and back into the hall and into another door and out the other, weaving her scent through the school and making the trail last longer than she thought Greyback would feel compelled to follow.
Finally she reached the Great Hall. It was the end of the line. So she turned and watch the door, all the while backing up toward the teachers' table. It was a long procession down the aisle between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables. But he wasn't coming. Seconds went by. Minutes even. But still no one was coming. Just when Ana thought she could begin to relax she bumped into something. Startled Ana gasped and spun herself around. Before she could raise her wand there was a pair of strong arms encircling her and keeping her from moving, pinning her arms to her ribcage. Moments later the rest of the Death Eaters, Malfoy in tow, appeared and Greyback made sure to drag Ana at wandpoint along with them.
And they had apparated to this place. As far as Ana could tell they were somewhere in the mountains, but which ones, she couldn't say. For all she knew she could be somewhere in England or Wales…or anywhere in the world. The series of caves she found herself in were furnished in a nomadic fashion: there were nests of blankets and pillows in small groups in every cave and close by to each of those were several chests and trunks containing Merlin only knew what (though if Ana had to guess it would be what was left of these souls' worldly possessions). The linens all seemed to be well worn, even raggedy in some cases. And it seemed that no one who slept among them had clothes faring any better. Ana had only had moments to glimpse at the bodies lying among the aged and faded bedding, and even then only the ones close to the entrances where the moonlight could reach. It seemed to her that she had not seen a single woman.
Greybakc had led her to a cave on the innermost end, as close to the center of the mountain you could get. Inside there were only two nests in the small and clustered space. His own trunk, made of leather and held together with thick buckled straps, sat at the very back of the space. It was padlocked. He shoved her toward the smaller cluster of blankets and tossed aside the wand he had been keeping at her back. Ana knew running was not an option. She would never make it out alive. Greyback came closer, knelt beside her, and Ana recoiled slightly, but he reached beyond her for the time being and fumbled around the various quilts and duvets. What Ana heard next sent her into a state of shocked panic.
There was a clinking of metal against metal and when Greyback's hand emerged there was a chain. At the end of it was a large iron circlet. Ana could not move, she could barely breathe. "Stay still and let me do this, and I promise I will try very hard not to hurt you."
Greyback spoke as though this was not the first time he had chained a girl up in what was apparently his bedroom. Like it was part of a routine. But knowing what she had seen of Bill that night, Ana thought it was best to obey. And so she listened as he talked and locked the old iron collar around her neck.
"This is my home. Do as I say and you will find it reasonably comfortable to be here. Don't, and I will make you wish you hadn't been born. You're not my first queen, but I have high hopes you will be my last. Don't disappoint me."
Ana listened intently. When Greyback was finished and sat back on his heels to store his keys in a pocket of his moth eaten coat. He had no answered one of her questions. While Ana had her suspicions, she had to know. So she stuck her finger in the dirt floor and drew her question in the sand: 'What is this place?'
Greyback smiled, showing his yellow teeth. "This is the home of my pack, my followers. My disciples. There are my most loyal friends and subjects. And you my dear are going to be their queen, as you have been brought here to by my new mate."
Ana drew another question. 'Will you turn me?'
"No," Greyback answered. "Normally I would, but you…you are something quite special to me. perhaps sometime I will tell you why. For now, I want you to remain still."
He crawled over her and rested his body on top of her. Caught between obedience and terror as this hairy, dirty man fumbled with something for a moment before using his knees to nudge her own legs apart and rest his hips between her thighs before slamming forward into her. He jammed his member inside her, causing a great amount of pain. Her eyes watered and tears streamed down her cheeks as Greyback held her wrists down. She counted the thrusts. One. Two. Three…she reached five and suddenly it was over. Greyback rolled himself off of Ana and staggered to his side of the room to collapse among his pillows.
So here she was, freezing in a cave with her kidnapper snoring in perfect slumber while Ana suffered nightmare after nightmare, always waking to find she is still in this hellhole she had been in before, knowing that the awful thing she had endured had indeed happened. As sure as she would have another nightmare, she would feel herself crying moments after waking. And she would continue to cry until a fitful sleep would take over once more and allow her to revisit another horrible scene comprised of the events of the evening.