WARNING!

This chapter contains allusions to sexual assault/rape. If you do not feel comfortable with this, please do not read this chapter.

When she landed, Lynn looked at her surroundings. It was outside, and a chilled breeze attacked her through the surprisingly unprotective robes. Voldemort stood in front of her, and she soon realised she had been summoned alone.

"My Lynn, have you found anything yet? Anything of interest?"

Lynn shook her head. "No, Voldemort. I apologise, at the moment Hogwarts has been very slow." She felt ashamed, there had to be something happening at Hogwarts, and she just wasn't trying hard enough. Voldemort sensed these thoughts in her head through his legilimency and took a step towards her.

"My dear daughter, I feel your regret for the lack of information you have brought me. However, I will still be forced to punish you. You may be my most trusted Death Eater, however I am not unfair, and all my friend's punishment must be equal." He extended his hand out to her, offering her to take it.

She obliged and laced her hand in his. "I understand, Voldemort." And she felt as though she truly did.

Nodding slowly, Voldemort paused in thoughtfulness. "Although, I have an idea. You will have to be punished, but I know a way that may also reward you for your devotedness to me. Come, we will summon others."

Knowing what this meant, Lynn rolled her sleeve up to reveal her Dark Mark. Voldemort took out his wand and pressed it to it. Moments later, four more Death Eaters were gathered around them. Untangling his fingers from Lynn's, Voldemort surveyed the men.

"Hello my friends. I have a surprise for you four."

There was a slight murmur between the quartet before Voldemort silenced them with a raise of his hand. Lynn was very much interested in what he had chosen to do with her.

"Lynn here has failed to bring me sufficient, if any, information in the past week. Now you know how I feel about incompetence. It is not tolerated. So as punishment, I would like all four of you to have your way with her. Do whatever you like, and my dear," he turned to her. "Though this will bring you pain, it should come with pleasure, as deeds like this do."

Lynn bowed her head. "Thank you, Voldemort, for this opportunity." She was grateful for the chance at pleasure amongst her pain.

Stepping towards her, Voldemort placed a hand on her cheek. "You are most welcome my child. Now, I must leave you five to it. I will see you all at your next summons."

And with that, he disapparated, leaving her alone with the men. They removed their masks, and she saw them to be Rodolphus, Rosier, Dolohov and Rockwood. Whether he knew it or not, Voldemort had summoned four of the most violent of his followers.

Dolohov took a step forward, a menacing and almost feral glint in his eye. "Well, well missy. No dark lord to hide behind anymore."

If it had not been for her complete devotion to Voldemort, Lynn would have willingly defeated all four of them and left, however she was aware this was her punishment, and therefore left her wand in her robes.

The four men circled like vultures and eventually they pounced. They pinned her down and seemingly hungrily tore her clothes off. Trying desperately to ignore the voice in her head saying she did not deserve this, and she should leave now, Lynn focused on one of the branches of the tree looming over them. She deserved this and it would be over soon.

Lynn watched as all four men apparated away and left her stark naked on the grassy floor. She quickly found her wand tangled in her robes that lay beside her and gave it a swish, and within a second, she was fully clothed. It was hard to ignore the pain felt between her legs, and from all the bruises they left behind. They were not merciful in any way and Lynn's knees almost buckled when she stood. There was a shame that she felt, but she dismissed it for disappointing Voldemort. Taking in a deep breath she concentrated on getting to her quarters at Hogwarts. There, she could collapse on her bed until her classed tomorrow. As she ignored the slight worry of splinching herself, she apparated to the entrance gates of Hogwarts.

When she looked up, the distance from where she was to the castle seemed a lot longer that it usually did. But, not one to give up easily, Lynn pushed herself forward. As well as the pain in her lower region, her head throbbed. While they were punishing her, her head was banged against the hard wood of the tree next to them multiple times. She reached back and felt sticky matted hair. When she looked at her fingers, she confirmed she was definitely bleeding. But she kept on. All she had to do was make it to her quarters. All I have to do is make it to my quarters. She could lie down there, in her bed, and sleep this pain off until tomorrow. All she had to do was make it to her quarters.

The only thing her mind could focus on was the pain. It didn't even feel like she was moving, but slowly she was pushing forward one foot painfully trudging after the other.

After what felt like hours, she made it to the doors to the Great Hall. Now she had to deal with stairs. But Lynn forced herself to go on. All she had to do was make it to her quarters. Every one of her muscles burned in protest of any more movement, but she had to keep going. She refused to have any evidence of her pain on her face just in case she ran into a teacher or student. It was about midnight, so they all would be in their rooms by now, but Lynn didn't want to risk it. She forced her brow to unfurrow, and she kept walking. It was in this moment that she regretted nothing more than requesting a room high up in the castle. At the time, she thought it was a fantastic idea; a nice room with sunlight, and a view of the grounds. Now, she wanted to slap past-her in the face.

But Lynn continued to move forward and forced herself to think about her lessons tomorrow. A distraction, from the pain. Which year did she have first? What houses were they? Her mind ran across the things she was teaching tomorrow, and it worked for a while. Although she was still very aware of the agony she was in, she lost track of how many stairs she was climbing, and sooner or later, she made it to her floor. Now the easy part.

Just a little bit further, and she would have made it to her quarters. She had managed to avoid any staff or students. Until now. The corner she just turned revealed one Neville Longbottom walking down the hall. Of course it had to be fucking Longbottom. Lynn quickly pushed herself to jog back around the corner she came, hopefully avoiding him, which turned out to be a very big mistake. She managed to get around the corner without him seeing her, but every nerve in her body felt double the pain she had before, moving faster was definitely not a good idea. Involuntarily, she cried out in pain and fell to the floor. Lynn heard Longbottom's footsteps quicken.

"Hello? Who's there? Are you okay?"

Always has to be the hero, doesn't he? Lynn stayed silent, hoping he would move on. She tried to push herself up off the floor but couldn't seem to succeed.

"Hello?" Neville called again, "I know someone's there, are you hurt?"

Just keep walking boy, thought Lynn, Move. On.

But of course, he didn't. She was desperate now to stand up. It would not be good for him to see her, bleeding and on the floor. However, every time she put weight on her arm, pain shot back up them and it took all she had not to cry out again. They must have broken it. It was now that Longbottom rounded the corner to see his Arithmancy professor sprawled on the floor, face scrunched in pain with blood running down the back of her head, and a multitude of bruises. His mouth dropped in shock and his eyebrows furrowed with worry.

"Merlin, Professor! Are you okay? Professor Davids?" He knelt next to her, concerned. Bloody Gryffindor chivalry.

"I'm fine, Longbottom," snapped Lynn, though it was very clearly not true. "Just move back boy, so I can stand."

He did as he was told, shuffling back a few centimetres.

Taking a deep breath in, Lynn forced herself to push herself back on her feet, desperately trying to ignore the growing pain in her arm. This time she made it to her feet but didn't manage to stay there for long. Her knees buckled and she fell straight back to the ground.

Longbottom gasped. "Professor! Are you sure that you're okay? I think I should get Professor McGonagall; her quarters are just around a few corners, and she's there."

"No! Not McGonagall. I told you, Longbottom, I'm fine. Just move along and get to your common room."

Speaking of which… "Longbottom, why aren't you in you in your common room to begin with. It is much past the curfew. You know there will be punishment for this—"

"I was with Professor McGonagall, that's how I know she's in her quarters, please Professor," he tried not to look at the ugly bruise that was forming on her forehead. "Let me get her, at least so she can get you to the infirmary, you don't look too good."

Lynn sighed. "Mister Longbottom, as I have said, I am fine. I will have a moment to compose myself, and then return to my quarters. There will be no Professor McGonagall, and definitely no infirmary. Now if you don't mind, I am going to—" She was cut off by the dizzy spell that had just taken over her. Putting a hand to her head, she scrunched up her eyes waiting for it to pass. However, it didn't seem to pass at all. Lynn kept getting dizzier and dizzier, and soon she felt her head collide with the cool stone floor. Faintly, she heard Longbottom call her name, but she couldn't respond, didn't have enough energy to. And finally, she let herself succumb to the exhaustion.

A/N hey guys! im not sure if i'm on time or not with this chapter tbh, but i hope you enjoyed it! like i said last update, chapters will come every two weeks from now on, so see you in a fortnight!

- favouriteyellowsweater xox