Planet Hell
A dead world
A dark path
Not even crossroads to choose from
All the blood red carpets before me
Behold this fair creation of God
Jenny
I woke up slowly. At first, I could have sworn that I was back at the Order, pretending to be prisoner. I was in a cell like that, except for the stone was darker and colder. The room outside of it, (as far as I could see) was even darker than Snape's room at the Order. After a listen, all I could hear was Snape and Sandy quietly arguing. Rolling onto my back, I felt dried blood crack on my face. Somehow, Snape heard me roll over and peeked into the cell, said something to Sandy, and then stepped inside. "Why the hell did you do that?" He hissed, pulling a rag and a vial full of green liquid out of his robes. He wet the rag hastily then started to dab at where Kingsley kicked me.
"Because I would have tried that anyway," I croaked, then swore excessively under my breath as I sat up, leaning against the wall. "Any progress on the potion?"
"None yet, but if you keep pulling shit like that, you'll never get out of here. Remember, everything you do here has an effect on your body back home! Don't call your soul here any faster!" He angrily started to clean my cut again and I frowned. It sounded as if he actually cared. Hermione, Harry, and Ron had always said that he had been rather un-caring about others. Interesting.
"Oh, sod off," I groaned, then spit into a corner of the cell. I had a weird taste in my mouth; it was a bitterness I couldn't ignore. Snape looked furious again, so I spoke up before he could. "Was I given anything?" Snape's face changed drastically.
"The Dark Lord insisted that you would be healed as fast as possible. What have you done to him?" He asked, and I raised my eyebrows.
"What did I do? Nothing. He was curious at Malfoy Manor…but now…he's just sick. I don't know why he's so interested." I couldn't help but shudder.
"You best be careful." Sandy said quietly, still keeping a look out for Death Eaters.
"I'll try my best," I said sarcastically, stretching over my legs as Snape stood up, stowing away the vial and the rag. "Just work on that potion." I sighed, leaning my head back against the cold wall.
Draco
5/23/11
6:21 a.m.
After yet another night in Jenny's room, we woke up to find her covered in bruises. It looked like her head had been bleeding, but the wound was already healed. It made me wonder…what was going on? Where was she, and who was hurting her?
I missed her. I missed Jenny a lot. After the trial, I had been looking forward to spending all of my time with her. She had already missed my first full moon, and she had promised to be there. It was awkward between Lupin and I, especially because we were both missing her. He was tired all the time; between waiting to see if his son was going to be a werewolf and trying to revive Jenny, he was a wreck. Teddy, whenever he was here, would only take 'naps' with Jenny. We had convinced him that she was only napping all the time. It was always hard to watch him sleeping on her, because then it seemed like she was too.
I wasn't even satisfied when Bollig was fired. They couldn't prove that he was involved in any way, but there was enough pressure from the people to have him sacked. Eads was convicted on multiple charges and was rotting away in Azkaban, exactly where he should be. So things were hard. Everyone was trying to move on after the war, but it was hard when one of your own was still in the hospital. Order members would still pop by from time to time, and the golden trio (unfortunately) was here often, but only because of Hermione. Hermione herself wasn't that bad, I'll admit, but Weasley and Potter were a nightmare. Even though it was now more than obvious that I was on their side, neither of them could man up and stop being gits, even when I did. It felt bad to leave, especially when they were there, but I still made Wolfsbane Potions for Lupin and I. Plus, I had started tinkering around with a potions kit and a list of the ingredients in the potion Jenny drank, trying to alter it to bring her home. The report that had come back on the Potion she had drunk could only identify a few ingredients, some of which I had never even heard of. I didn't know what I would achieve, if anything, but I had to try. Nobody else was. Williamson and Dawlish were investigating Bollig still, spurned on by their hate for him. It kept them from seeing what really needed to be solved: the mystery of this stupid potion.
Jenny
A short time later, several Death Eaters came into Snape's quarters and brought me back to Voldemort. I was pleased to see that even he still had bruises from what I had done. He waved the Death Eaters over to a table, and in a movement that unsteadied me, they picked me up all at once and put me on it. Against my better judgment, I held still as they tied me down. It reminded me horribly of the hospital and Eads, but this time, there was no end in sight. The Death Eaters left on Voldemort's command, and silence blossomed and spread through the room like a sickness-it was heavy and hot. I couldn't see where Voldemort was, or what he was doing. When his hand was suddenly on my head, I flinched, making him chuckle softly. "That was impressive…your little stunt." He started, circling around the table. I looked straight up-anywhere but directly at him. My gaze didn't waver when I felt him climb up on the table, on top of me, and his face was suddenly above mine. His eyes raked over my face, and I saw his face turn frustrated when I simply closed my eyes. I didn't have to look at him, he couldn't make me.
Abruptly, his lips were pressed to mine, and I gasped in surprise. He took that opportunity to stick his tongue in my mouth. For a second, all I did was lay there in shock, and then I bit down hard on his tongue, and didn't let go until he hit me. Then I spat his blood into his own face, trying not to shudder. It tasted disgusting and oddly sweet. He vanished, and for awhile, I had a few moments of peace. Sure, I was uncomfortable and a captive, but no one was bugging me, hitting me and of course, kissing me. I couldn't help but shudder. The feeling of his lips on mine was revolting. His were barely thick enough to be called lips, they were thin and slick. When I felt a rag on my face, I stiffened. I could tell he was back; he barely made a sound when he moved. He carefully wiped all the blood from my face as if I was his child and he was taking care of me.
"I want to hear you talk, Miss Quinty. Jennifer." It sounded like he was correcting himself. "Say something to me." When I obviously didn't, he put his hand on my thigh and started to rub it in tiny circles, getting uncomfortably close to my inner thigh. His hand started to move upward and I couldn't help myself.
"Don't touch me, you filthy prick." I said through clenched teeth, eyes closed. I could almost hear him smiling.
"More," He breathed, and I shuddered again. This was so sick and wrong and creepy…
Draco
5/23/11
12:16 a.m.
Later in the day, I went home for awhile, only for books from my father's extensive library and then back to the hospital. I was still trying to find out what my tiny list of ingredients did, and how they sent Jenny wherever she was. When I got there, I found that Lupin was asleep (thank goodness, that man seriously needed sleep) and three Healers standing around talking anxiously. "Is something wrong?" I said worriedly, setting down my books and taking off my cloak hurriedly at the looks on their faces.
"Well, yes and no. Come here," said one of them, and picked up Jenny's hand. At first I saw nothing wrong with it, until I saw a bruise about an inch thick going all the way around her wrist.
"What is that?" I asked, going to her other hand in a kind of horrified fascination.
"That's called a ligature mark, Mr. Malfoy." Madam Pane said among the group. I immediately felt a spark of irritation.
"Well, what is it?" I pressed, and her face turned colder, if possible.
"A ligature mark is a bruise left from a tight restraint." The truth dawned on me, making my stomach twist.
"So somewhere else…she's been tied up?" I asked stupidly, looking quickly back down at her hand I was holding when Madam Pane nodded. I took a deep breath, thinking quickly. "Please, don't tell Lupin unless he notices and asks, alright? He's worried enough as it is." I said slowly, gently setting her hand back down, a new desire to bring her home flaring sharply. She nodded again after a moment, and beckoned her group of Healers out.
For a moment, I sat in silence before Lupin stirred, swore quietly, then sat up. "Anything happen while I was sleeping?" He asked. I knew that he was always worried about sleeping at the hospital lest he miss something; which, well, he did.
"You haven't missed a thing," I said quietly, putting my hand over Jenny's, discreetly hiding the bruise. Thankfully, Lupin was tired enough not to notice. Instead he went for a walk around St. Mungo's, trying to 'feel energized', as he called it. As soon as he left, I devoted my attention to Jenny.
I stared at her. I got a nasty feeling that wherever she was; she needed help, and fast.
