Disclaimer: As much as I wish it, I do not own Harry Potter, nor any and all of it's subsidiaries as owned by J.K Rowling, Warner Bros etc. All characters, and so far all places, belong to J.K Rowling. Only the ongoing plot of this story is mine, and I do not make, nor wish to make, any money from this story.
AN: 'Italics' = Ali's private thoughts.
The pain was overwhelming. She ought to be used to it after all this time, but somehow it still managed to surprise her anew. The belt came down across her back, again and again and again. It was endless, it was torturous. They say there's a fine line between pleasure and pain; in this case they were wrong. Her consciousness was fading rapidly. After all, why does one need to stay conscious when they already know what is going to happen.
Blackness was threatening her eyes when a new sound breached her ears.
"You're going to take it now you little freak. You thought I'd already beaten you, oh how wrong you are little freak. I am going to take all of you! No one is going to touch you after this, you filthy little whore! I'll beat that freakishness out of you if it's the last thing I do!"
The sound of a zip being undone reached her ears and Ali was terrified.
Her body was trembling, each limb sensitised with heightened awareness. She could feel the panic beginning to overwhelm her as her uncle's cock was slowly revealed to her.
"I'm going to make you hurt you little freakish fuck! You think you can go around taking my hard earned money? Well think again! It's about time you earned your board here!"
Vernon could see the terror in those otherworldly green eyes, and he revelled in it. Beating her had become boring over the years. Oh sure, it still produced some satisfaction for him, but he could tell she had become used to them, desensitised to them, and she no longer tried to fight. Survival instinct he supposed, but it was the fear he chased, it was the fear that he craved. "Oh yes, you're going to pay for my kindness, let's see if you can. I wonder how much your worth. How much do you think people would pay to fuck you like the common whore you are?"
The laughter that reached Ali's ears terrified her more than any other sound she'd ever heard, and the malicious glee in those muddy brown eyes told her just how much her Uncle was enjoying that fear.
Ali was thrown roughly into position. Her head pressed down into the pillows as her uncle drew her legs apart so she was on her knees with her arse in the air, her privates exposed. She could feel her limbs shaking, her heart pounding within her chest, her magic gathering within her, trying to protect her; but she knew it wouldn't, couldn't. It had never felt the same to her in Privet Drive, it felt sluggish, constrained. Ali felt Vernon's hand on her neck, forcing her further into the mattress, holding her in place. She could feel him lining up behind her, his weight starting to press down upon her. His other hand guided his cock to her entrance and he pushed; and Ali screamed. Tears were pouring down her face. She was being ripped in two, her hymen savagely torn to shreds. Then she felt him stop, felt the weight of his balls pressing against her, felt the weight of him as the morbidly obese man breathed through the exertion and felt the sweat pouring off him and landing on her back.
Vernon held still once he'd entered her to the hilt, savouring the feeling of finally winning. He looked down at the broken girl below him and the pleasure he derived from that pitiful sight almost caused him to cum on the spot, but he was going to savour this, he'd never let this feeling go so quickly. He moved his hands to her hips, and breathed deeply, preparing to ravage her, to fuck her so brutally she wouldn't be able to walk for a week.
Ali felt the hands come to stop at her hips, and she knew he must be preparing to move, she tried to brace herself for what was coming, tried to prepare for the pain, but she couldn't. As Vernon started thrusting Ali knew she wouldn't be able to cope and as his words drifted down to her, she did the only thing she could. She retreated into her mind, her body becoming a blank shell that she looked upon with cold detachment.
Vernon saw those eyes slowly go blank, totally unseeing and he laughed. Finally! Finally, he had broken her, and with one last thrust he came deep inside her, unsurpassed pleasure coursing through his veins. Once he came down from his high, he quickly withdrew, tucked his softening cock back into his trousers and left the little whore in the puddle of her own blood, sweat and tears; however, in his haste to top off his wonderful evening with some rather fine whisky he had recently acquired, he had forgotten to lock the door.
Ali lay there, twitching slightly but otherwise perfectly still, and slowly awareness returned to her eyes; eyes that would forever be haunted with the knowledge and pain of what was stolen from her, the very last of her innocence. As she lay there, she catalogued her injuries, years of doing so allowing her to compartmentalise the pain in order to focus. She felt fluid seeping out from between her legs, stinging as it did so. Her breathing was slightly laboured so she was fairly sure she'd at least cracked a rib. And then of course there were the welts on her back, almost all open and bleeding. All in all, not the worst shape she'd been in, physically anyway; emotionally, well that would have to be dealt with at a later date. She had far more pressing concerns.
'He asked how much I was worth, how much people would pay. Fuck Fuck Fuck, would he do it? Really? Before, I'd have said no. But then I never thought he would actually rape me. Gods, he raped me, he stole my virginity from me! I can't believe it, I can't believe he actually did it. And I did nothing to stop him. God, maybe I deserved it. NO! Stop it Alexandria. Focus. I need a plan. Right, he's said he's going to let other people pay to fuck me. Fact one. He's fucked me. Fact two. Regardless of whether he actually does whore me out, he's certainly going to want to keep fucking me and that is not happening. Fact three. So we have to escape. How? Sirius is gone so who's left? Do I write to the Order? No, they all report to Dumbledore and as I have already told him what goes on this house and he still feels it's safer for me to stay then no one is going to go against him to rescue me, and even if by some miracle they do, I'll be sent back here as soon as Dumbledore finds out. So no, that's the Order out. The Weasley's perhaps? No, same problem. Hermione? No, again too much of a Dumbledore lover. Remus? Urgh, maybe but I've no idea where he is, he's usually within the Werewolf packs and he can't abandon that just for me. That's if he even still wants to have anything to do with me after Sirius. No! Not going there. Focusing. Right, well that is everyone I know out so I guess I'll have to save myself. Ok, I can do this. First thing I'm going to need is money. That means Gringotts, and hopefully they can change it into pounds as I have no hope of remaining incognito in Diagon Alley. Then I'll just hide out in the muggle world, probably shouldn't bring Hedwig, she's too conspicuous so I'll just have to send her out on her own and tell her to find me at Hogwarts. Ok. Now how to get out of the house unnoticed by the Dursley's, whichever Order member is guarding me, and then into Diagon Alley?'
As Ali lay on her bed, silently planning her escape, the Dursley's ate their dinner, totally ignoring the girl upstairs. By the time the Dursley's had retired for the night and the deafening snores of Dudley and Vernon reached her ears, Ali had come up with a plan. Gingerly she swung her legs over the side of her bed pausing as she braced herself against the lingering pain. Breathing deeply she stood up, deftly avoiding the creaking floorboard. As quickly and quietly as she could she grabbed Dudley's old backpack, lifted up the loose floorboard and pulled out her wand, her invisibility cloak, and the Maruader's Map. Packing them and checking she hadn't missed anything she turned to her wardrobe. There was nothing she owned that wouldn't attract far more attention than she wanted in Diagon Alley, she'd have to steal something from Aunt Petunia. Sighing she braced herself for the next part of the plan. Turning towards the window she gently eased it open. Hedwig was watching with curious amber eyes, sensing her mistress needed her to remain very quiet.
"Hedwig, love," Ali softly whispered, "I need you to look after yourself for the next few months. I'm sorry, but I don't know where I'm going to end up staying for the rest of the summer and if it's in the Muggle world you'd attract far too much attention. I'll meet you at Hogwarts on September 1st but until then I need to stay under the radar. I can't have Dumbledore find me and sending me back here. Do understand girl?" Hedwig looked into those bright green eyes that were almost frantic with worry and bobbed her head. She could look after herself for a little while, maybe she'd even find a mate to have hatchlings with, that would surely cheer up her mistress. Ali gave a sigh of relief when she saw Hedwig bob her head. Merlin was she thankful that she had such a wonderfully intelligent owl. As quietly as she could she picked the lock on the cage, when she finally got it open Hedwig hopped out and up onto her shoulder. "Thank you Hedwig. I love you girl, make sure you stay safe. I need my oldest friend." Hedwig affectionately nuzzled Ali's ear and preened her hair back, and with one last glance at her mistress, flew out the window.
'God I hope the Order guard didn't notice her. Bloody hell this is stressful'
After watching Hedwig's form for a few more seconds, Ali gently pulled the window closed, not bothering to shut it fully fearing any extra noise. Grabbing her backpack, and once again mindful of her nakedness she blessed her good fortune at the unlocked door and silently made her way to the bathroom. Stray moonlight was streaming through the window and Ali was grateful for it, there was no way she could risk turning on the light. She took a glance in the mirror, and breathed a sigh of relief that there was no blood on her face, though there was a little on her neck. Not wanting to risk the sound of the tap, she grabbed one of Aunt Petunia's make up wipes and quickly washed her face and neck, she was about to leave when she remembered why she was actually leaving this hellish house in the first place and realised she probably smelt horrific. Once that thought made it through her brain the stench of stale sex and blood reared their ugly head again and Ali nearly retched. Swallowing down her bile she grabbed more face, frantically cleaning as much as possible, the horror of what occurred earlier was almost overwhelming, she felt the tears prick at her eyes and the uncomfortable feeling in her chest increased as she struggled to hold in her sobs.
'Gah! Stop! Stop! Stop! Need to get through this. Need to get away from here. Escape Now. Break down Later. Fuck Alexandria! Get a bloody hold of yourself. Breathe! Breathe!'
As she finished cleaning herself, a full pack of make up wipes later, Ali finally felt her breathing even out. Looking in the mirror again she grabbed the hairbrush and tidied her hair as much as she could, noticing stray dried blood flecks as she did. Tying it up in a pony tail, she rolled on some her Aunt's deodorant and in a flash of inspiration she grabbed the rest of her Aunt's make up bag, finding some foundation she quickly rubbed some over her scar.
Finally, she made her way over to the laundry basket and looked for something to wear. She found a black skirt that on her rather short, 5 foot 4 inch frame conveniently fell midway down her calves. She also found a cream satin blouse. It would do nothing to hide the belt marks on her back, most of which were weeping slightly, but knowing she had a dark green jumper in her trunk she reasoned she could probably get away with it, especially in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, she couldn't find a bra that would fit, and her old ones didn't anymore, however she had very little in the breast department anyway, a lifetime of neglect and starvation will do that to a girl. Satisfied, she left to start her journey downstairs, knowing that what was coming up would make the previous parts of tonight's expedition look like child's play. Tiptoeing across the landing with her backpack she began the torturous descent down the stairs. Her heart was hammering wildly in her chest, this was the second riskiest part, almost all the stairs creaked in one way or another thanks to Dudley's second favourite game of jumping on them in an effort to annoy Ali in her cupboard. It usually worked, for the first few years when she was still slightly afraid of spiders anyway. Eventually she made it to the bottom of the stairs; pausing for a moment to check the snores were still even, she continued to the cupboard, got out her bobby pin and tried to pick the lock. After 10 minutes of effort, each second of which increased her anxiety at being discovered, the door was open and it was a quick press of her hand against the lock to open her trunk. Looking down at her meagre belongings she had a moment of regret that she wouldn't be able to take them all with her, but escaping with a heavy trunk was just not a possibility. As quickly as she could she grabbed her green jumper, and her cloak, picked up her school shoes which were the only decent pair of shoes she owned and put them on. She brought out her Firebolt and the album Hagrid had given her and packed them. Everything else she would have to leave. Sighing she locked her trunk again, she could always hope that Vernon didn't destroy it, though she knew that was rather unlikely. Quickly she made her way to her Aunt's handbag. She needed muggle money. She had enough wizarding money to pay for a fare on the Knight Bus, but as her excursion in her Third Year had proven, you can't stay anonymous on that bus, well she couldn't at least, thus she would be travelling muggle style, definitely slower, but infinitely safer. Her Aunt had twenty pounds in her purse, but she still gave a once over of the hallway to see if she could spy her Uncle's wallet. Fortune smiled on her as she found it with sixty pounds inside. Swiping that up too she moved towards the back door, hoping to avoid the Order member who would surely be guarding the front. Just before she opened the door, she double checked her back pack, got out her wand and covered herself in her invisibility cloak. Taking a bracing breath, she started easing the door open, she stopped suddenly when it screeched. Heart pounding in her ears she looked up at the ceiling, as if she could see the hopefully sleeping occupants upstairs. Three seconds, four, five, there were no sounds of someone jumping out of bed, she breathed out a sigh of relief and slipped through the door. She thought about closing it but fear of a repeat noise stopped her. Her safety was more important than them being burgled. Dashing across the garden as quietly as she could she reached the shed, climbing onto the raised flower beds she started lifting herself up onto the roof. Panting with the exertion and trembling through the pain of her back she managed to lift her leg up onto the window sill and push herself up. Lying on the roof she gave herself precious seconds to breathe, her back was in agony, and the welts littering it had all cracked open again. But she didn't have time to stop. Pushing herself up, she looked down into the neighbour's garden, it was quite a jump, a good six feet by her estimate, but there was nothing for it. She didn't dare risk using her broom. She'd used it at the Weasley's over the summer of course, but she had a nagging suspicion that Privet Drive was watched more closely for magic, after all she got a warning for house elf magic, much better not to risk it at all. Gathering her courage, she jumped.
'Oops, that's slightly ruined their flowers, oh well nothing for it. I'll never be coming back here anyway'
Ali took off running toward the side gate, gently opening the bolt, she rushed through. Finally on the road, cloak billowing behind her, she ran, as fast as she could towards the town centre. Twenty minutes later, with sweat pouring down her face with a crippling stitch she stopped at the bus stop, and cursed all the Gods that the busses wouldn't run again until six o'clock in the morning. It was twenty past one now and there was no way she could stay in one place that long. 'Once they find out I haven't caught the Knight Bus this'll be the first place they look.' Panic was starting to cloud her mind and she was just about to throw caution to the wind and hail the Knight Bus when she noticed a 24hour minicab service. Rushing over, she impatiently rang the bell.
"Excuse me! Excuse me! Is anyone here?"
A man in his fifties, wearing a rather hideous greying cardigan and burgundy corduroy trousers finally came out from the back.
"Yes, yes, no need to shout my ear off. What can I do for you?"
"Oh I do apologise, I wasn't certain you could hear me and I'm in rather a rush. I need to get to London as quickly as possible, I've a family emergency you see."
"Where in London is it you need to go, little Miss?"
Cringing internally at this man's form of address for her she replied, "Charing Cross Road please sir."
"Alright, that'll be fine. Car's out front. Come along. Oh wait, I'll just let Bob know I'm off"
He disappeared into the back and Ali waited in the shop. Suddenly she heard him from the road, calling out for her rather impatiently.
'Must be another exit somewhere.' She thought.
"Sorry, but could you give me an idea of how much it'll be? I just want to make sure I have enough cash out, I'm assuming you only take cash right?" 'Not that I have any other means of paying of him but better to let him think I do rather than worrying I don't have enough'
"That's right Miss, let me think, this time of night, shouldn't be any traffic, so best guess sixty five to seventy pounds."
"Alright, great, let's get going then."
Mercifully the ride was uneventful and the driver didn't feel the need to engage her in conversation, something she was thankful for. She really didn't have the energy to spin a lie about a non-existent family emergency. Just under an hour later they reached Charing Cross Road. Getting out halfway down the road she walked up the next few hundred yards to The Leaky Cauldron. 'Merlin, a more beautiful sight I don't think I've ever seen.' Subtly checking for anyone watching her she opened the door to the Leaky Cauldron. Thankfully it was empty of even Tom as she really didn't know how she'd explain being here on her own at this time of night. Rushing across the bar and out the back she quickly tapped the right bricks to open the archway. Keeping her head down and walking briskly down the Alley she soon found herself outside the grand white marble building of Gringotts. Walking through the doors with her head held high she approached the nearest teller. Taking a glance at the nameplate she announced her presence.
"Greetings Riptooth. May your gold flow and your enemies tremble at your feet. I'd like to make a withdrawal from my vault and exchange it into Muggle pounds please."
AN: Please review! This is the first story I've ever written outside of my English classes at school that may or may not have happened 10 or so years ago. As an avid reader of FanFiction, it has always infuriated me that authors post incomplete stories chapter by chapter. As a very new fledgling author/writer I am beginning to understand the need to know whether what you're writing is any good. So please review. I'll always appreciate constructive criticism. And just to let you know, I am already continuing with this story, and I fully intend to finish it. Thank you for your reviews!