Summary: No one knows what happened inside that room, no one but Kira Malfoy…the supposed daughter of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy…and the Dark Lord. She's relieved when she is asked to attend Hogwarts away from Him. The Slytherin girl soon learns that there's more to life than being used and re-used when she falls in love with a certain Gryffindor, and not just any Gryffindor...a Weasley.

It takes place during Harry, Ron, and Hermione's 5th year at Hogwarts, though my main character is a 6th year…just to clear that up.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter.

I woke up to a searing pain in my stomach. As the other girls in my dormitory got ready for class I laid in bed lazily trying to will the pain in my stomach to go away. The other girls stared at me but said nothing as they left the dormitory. I decided to just skip classes for the day, Millicent Bolstrode would lend me her notes later.

I didn't go to the hospital wing though, just because I really didn't want to be sent to class by Madam Pomfrey.

Instead, I fell asleep.

The room was cold and dark, it felt familiar. My eyes eventually adjusted to the darkness. The room was windowless, small, and bare.

I heard a noise behind me and saw a door swing open. I saw myself being pushed into the room by my father. "Get in there and keep quiet."

"But-"

"I promised your mother that nothing would happen to you," Lucius hissed, "Now look what you've done! You've upset Him."

"My mother, whoever she is, would not approve of how I've been treated!" I heard and saw myself shout defiantly with gritted teeth, I looked like I was on the verge of tears.

"She wouldn't approve of the fact that you failed to please the Dark Lord," Lucius replied. "You should have taken his attention willingly when he offered it to you, but you had to go and be noble and shame the family." He gave my other self one last lingering look of disgust before exiting the room.

I saw the apparition of me fall to her knees and wrap her arms around herself as tight as she could. Harsh deep sobs began to escape from deep within her chest, but she did her best not to make a sound.

Yes, this looked very familiar.

I tried to look away but as my apparition began to let her sobs escape her throat I couldn't escape the sound of my own weeping. She struck the floorboards with her bare fists and screamed and sobbed as loud as she could.I looked at my apparition and saw her bloody fists.

I wanted to run away. I didn't want to see this.

And as simply as that I woke suddenly from the dream. It was hours later and it was slightly dark in the dormitory. I forced myself out of bed and looked out a window, the light was beginning to disappear behind the horizon. I looked down at my own fists which had once been bruised and covered in splinters.

I knew in the back of my mind that it was more than a dream. It had been a flashback. Yet I still tried to reassure myself. "Just a dream," I told myself, "Just a dream."

"You are an emotionless pathetic excuse for a human being. You don't have friend in the world, you terrorize your own life, and your only purpose in life is to be everyone's punching bag. You're used is what you are. You're damaged goods. You're pathetic, pathetic. I hate you."

My voice faded and I slowly turned away from the mirror. I couldn't believe I was saying this to myself through a mirror. It was a feeble attempt at venting, but it made me feel better.

I was so focused on scolding my reflection in the mirror that I didn't notice someone had come into the room and was watching me. I suddenly detected someone's presence behind me after a moment. I turned and saw Draco sitting on the bed behind me, smirking.

"What." I snapped.

"I knew that women had low self-esteem sometimes…but...this?"

"I needed to vent," I said quietly.

"And this was the best you could come up with?"

I paused, "I saw what you did to that Creevy boy…again."

Draco smirked, "Yeah, it was a real popper wasn't it? The nosebleed was just an added bonus."

I raised an eyebrow, "An added bonus?"

Draco spread himself out across my bed and placed his hands behind his head comfortably, "I just tweaked a spell that old Flitwick taught us."

I looked back at him concerned, "People have died doing that."

"It was just a tweak."

"Yeah, well, a tweak can turn into…something else."

"It's not an obsession or anything, what do you care?"

"I don't."

"Sure you don't." Draco looked at the ceiling then over at Pansy's bed. "Does Pansy ever talk about me around you?"

Oh yes, Pansy. Don't even get me started about Pansy. From day one of my first week at Hogwarts Pansy had cornered me and interrogated me, asking questions like: What does Draco think of me? and Does Draco sleep in the nude? Because I was thinking of getting him these knickers for Christmas. I merely replied by saying: "Your face reminds me of a pug," and then I'd walked away. But she'd persisted, I supposed because I'm a Malfoy she looked up to me. And after that incident she wouldn't leave me alone. Now, every time she sees me she makes a point of asking me about Draco. Like a little school girl.

"Only all the time. I'm so rude to her but she doesn't leave me alone." I looked at Draco grudgingly, as if his friendship with Pansy was a curse. It's funny, the way I was able to talk to Draco sometimes. Almost like a sibling. Sometimes when we'd talk I over-talked, perhaps because I got sick of saying absolutely nothing all day I found myself venting to Draco. Yet I know he pitied me for being the un-favorite child, so for that I resented him somewhat.

"You being rude?" Draco scoffed, "Maybe you are a Malfoy after all."

I frowned, "Do you blame me? I wish she'd shove off, it's aggravating."

"My thought exactly. She has this fabricated idea that she's my girlfriend."

I looked at him uninterestedly, "Is she?"

Draco laughed before answering, "I have many…friends…but only a few girlfriends, none of which include Pansy."

"Pft, what's a few girlfriends," I sniffed, "What do you want, Draco?"

"Same as you…Kira."

I scowled at him, disliking his tone. "And what might that be?"

Draco sat up. He smirked at me and gave me a once over, "A distraction."

And then as simply as that, the 'kindred sibling' feeling disapparated. "I said that meaning 'what are you doing here?' You're sick."

He burst out laughing. "Why would you even think that?" he asked, as if I'd suggested it. "We're siblings, that's disgusting. Besides, I wouldn't knock up someone who's already knocked up."

The air left my lungs. I wasn't aware that Draco knew about the incident. And I could almost hear the click of the light bulb go off in my head. Father. Father told Draco, he must have.

Or maybe he didn't. I looked down at my stomach. I wasn't wearing my robes, just some comfy pants and a tight tank top, so I could clearly see the bump on my stomach. For someone as thin as I, no one could mistake that bulge for fat. How could I not have noticed? Because I always wear these extremely loose fitting robes, that's why. And the nausea? The fact that I was always too hot or too cold? Was that the pregnancy too? But I hadn't thought about it that way, I couldn't be…dare I say it...pregnant. The realization left me breathless.

"I'm not…pregnant." I croaked.

Draco laughed at the expression on my face. "It had to have been someone easy. So which one did you shag: Crabbe or Goyle?" He laughed at his own joke, "Or maybe it was a Death Eater…Snape perhaps?"

"That," a voice came from behind Draco, "is quite enough." Snape's form appeared in the doorway. He gave Draco a dirty look. "Why aren't you at the feast, Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco, who had gone suddenly paper white, shook his head. "I was just talking to Kira."

"I heard." Snape said unpleasantly. "Find someplace to be, Mr. Malfoy, or I'll find someplace for you."

Draco gave me an unpleasant smirk before stepping out of the room.

"And Draco…" Snape said cautiously. Draco stopped and turned. "…watch your mouth or I'll be writing to you father." I saw Draco's eyes widen before Professor Snape shut the door in his face.

"As if writing to him would work," I muttered. "What are you doing here? In my room?" After the interrogation in the dungeons the first day I had avoided him more than Pansy Parkinson.

Snape turned to look at me coldly. "Slytherin is my house. I came because I noticed that a certain Death Eater in my house was missing from class and dinner."

I scoffed. "I'm no Death Eater. And I'm still not telling you anything Prof-"

"You're pregnant," he interrupted. It wasn't a question. Then I noticed him eyeing my stomach.

"I'm not pregnant."

"So I suppose you're just fat? Or perhaps that bulge in your stomach is just...malnutrition."

I clenched my fists, "Even if it were it's none of your business."

"As you head of house it is my business."

"It's only your business if I've offended someone or broken a rule."

"Well, you obviously offended Mr. Malfoy."

"I don't think you care what Draco Malfoy thinks."

"Suit yourself." He used a different approach, "It's my business and right as a Death Eater."

I squeezed my eyes shut angrily, trying to block out the images of memories that I'd been trying to keep from entering my head. I gasped when Snape's hand touched my shoulder and looked up.

"Who's the father?"

I shook my head again.

Snape continued. "What I derived from our talk earlier was that the reason you where here was because of something personal that happened between you and the dark lord."

"So?"

"Tell me it's not His," he replied halfheartedly.

I didn't reply, I refused to meet his gaze.

"Ah…"

"I didn't want it," I said suddenly, desperately, "I didn't mean for this to happen. I…I couldn't help it. He forced me…"

"Did he have you under the imperious curse?"

I shook my head, still avoiding his stare. "He didn't use the imperious curse, so I... I remember everything." I remained silent for a moment and desperately tried to keep my emotions intact.

"Why would your father let this happen?" Snape asked coldly. "Or your mother?"

I shook my head, "Narcissa isn't my mother, Lucius openly admitted to that."

Snape frowned, "As your guardians, how could they have let this happen?"

I bit my lip. "I suppose He had been watching me for a while, and finally he told my father that he wanted to…with me," I gulped down a sudden lump in my throat, "whether I wanted to or not. And you know how my parents are. Father does everything to please him and mother just listens to father. He sees me as lower than dirt, not even human enough to be treated humane. And for Voldemort, well, the world of sexual abuse is quintessentially secret. It's the perfect crime."

I looked down at her. In my head I was repelled and disgusted with Him. What had been going through his head when he'd raped her? What had been going through hers? Though, given her reputation as a mere dummy in the Death Eater world, I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised.

"Do many people know about…this?"

Kira shook her head, "Only my…parents."

I slowly removed my hand awkwardly from her shoulder and cleared my throat. Very rarely did anything take me by surprise, but that information wasn't what I expected. Kira's face was somewhat tortured, so I reckoned that she needed to be alone. I chose my words wisely. "I don't know what would oblige him to commit such a bestial crime, but I can assure you that someday he'll pay for his crimes." And without a second glance, I turned and left the room without a single goodbye.

A girl like Kira wouldn't mind if I didn't say goodbye.

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