Disclaimer- The lovely J.K. Rowling owns everything except the plot, which is mine

Okay, bear with me guys! This is my first ever story! Nobody has proof read this, so hopefully I've caught most of the spelling and grammtical errors. If I haven't...sorry! Please tell me what I can improve on. It means so much! Okay, on with the story!!

This Chapter Inspired By Bruised by Jack's Mannequin

Bruised

She stood in the middle of a cold damp room naked and blindfolded. He stood looking her up and down laughing that airy laugh. The one she hated so much. He stepped forward and trailed his soft hand along her face. She whimpered as tears started to dampen the silk blindfold covering her eyes.

"Don't cry, love," he said in a soft voice that seemed so familiar, "this wont take long."

He let out another wicked laugh. His hands moved along either side of her body, but she didn't struggle. She knew that struggling would only make him enjoy this all the more. She closed her eyes as she let him have his way with her. She tried to think of a happy time in her life, which was becoming harder the longer she was held prisoner in the room. It felt like this was her life now. She felt as if she didn't even have a past. She couldn't remember anything, including her parents, If she even had any. She shook herself back into the present and breathed a deep sigh of relief as the man gave her one last forced kiss on the lips and left the room.

She swiftly pulled on the only clothes she had; A grey skirt, a white blouse, and a black robe with an emblem of a lion on it. None of which she remembered seeing in her life, although she didn't remember a lot.

She was relieved that he was gone, but was always dreading the next time he would come in. It wouldn't be long. She strained her brain trying to remember how she got there, and where she might have been before she was kidnapped. It was useless though, she just simply forgot.

A few hours later she heard footsteps coming from down the corridor outside the room she was in. He was coming back.

"You are not co-operating Mudblood!" he called as he burst through the door.

'Mudblood,' she thought 'why does that sound so familiar?'

He entered the room in a rage. Of all the days she's been here, she's never seen him so angry. The fact that her arms were bound, and her eyes were covered made it even harder for her to judge where he was and what he was planning to do with her. She didn't hear him come any closer, but she felt something slash her chest, and could feel blood trickling down her body. She cried out in pain yet still he remained where he was. She wondered how he could inflict such pain whilst staying in one place. She felt another slash to her legs and fell to her knees.

"Stop, please, don't do this!" She pleaded.

He merely chuckled.

"Sorry dear, but if your friend doesn't co-operate with the dark lord, it's my job to punish you until he does."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Who is The Dark Lord? Where am I? Why are you doing this to me? How long have I been here."

"You know very well what I'm talking about. You're foolish to pretend you don't."

"Really, I don't! I know nothing of what you speak. I can't remember anything! Please, just let me go!" She cried.

He wouldn't have her talking back anymore.

"Crucio!" hissed the man.

Just as the words crawled out of his mouth, she felt an intense burning pain sear through her body. It felt as if a thousand wild dogs were let loose on her and were tearing her to shreds.

She struggled to relieve herself. Her nails clawed themselves at the stone ground. She cried out for him to make it stop. She's never experienced such terrible pain in her life. As quickly as it came, it ended. She had only minutes to contain herself before he hit her again.

"Stupefy!"

Her mind raced and faded to black as she fell unconscious onto the ground.

She awoke later with her whole body throbbing, and jumped to find that her captor was kneeling right beside her. She shuttered as he brushed his cheek gently against hers.

"Don't hurt me, please," she begged.

"Relax, the hard part is over now. But, I do need you to help me with some-" He stopped talking and became silent.

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. There were footsteps walking up the corridor. She didn't know whether to be happy or scared. The visitor couldn't be worse than the man who had been torturing her for days on end could they?

She decided they couldn't be.

"Help!" screeched the girl.

She hoped the person in the hallway would here her, but before she could open her mouth again, the man beside her grabbed her bushy brown hair as he muffled her screams with his hand. She bit down hard on it as the footsteps in the hallway got quicker and louder. The man contained himself and hoped that the stranger would walk on past, but he didn't.

She heard the footsteps stop. Someone was right outside the door.

"Alohomora!" yelled a man's voice as the door unlocked and swung open.

The voice was deep and soothing, and from what she could tell, friendly.

"Lucius?" questioned the man at the door.

'They must know each other,' she thought. 'But, what is he doing here?'

"Ah…Severus. It is nice to see you again. I must remind you though; it's rude to arrive without invitation but, I suppose I can let it go just this once."

Okay, so there you have it! My story! I used he/she a lot just to make the end a bit more dramatic. Well, I tried. Please take the time to submit a review, good or bad.