The Room of Requirement

It was the dark hour, or 11pm as a portrait reminded Violetta as she walked up the stairs with a bundle of time travel books in her arm. It was a very risky business and she couldn't afford being caught, but she figured the prefects had finished their duties by now, and had left swiftly.

She hurried along the dungeons in a tiptoe-cum-sprint, which would've looked creepy if anyone was there to see it. She had her books in her hands, as there were about three or four and a bag would've rustled and been noisy. She thought about what she wanted the room to be like, a comfortable soft lighted space, with a bed, in case she fell asleep, mechanic's kit and tools to repair the time turner, and soundproofed/hidden completely. She couldn't trust one person in this castle, not even Dumbledore, who she hadn't seen much of. She wanted to confide in him, but didn't really have the chance as a Slytherin. Even in Transfiguration, she thought about it sometimes but didn't know how she would approach him.

A portrait of an old lady, down a particularly dark corridor reprimanded her, for what she was wearing. "Out of all the things I have seen!" She whispered furiously pointing at Violetta's nightdress, which she had modified slightly, from long thick and dark green, to a short mini style, with a satin feel and a light blue colour. It made her feel less trapped, but she regretted not bringing a robe. Right now, she felt scared, and not just nervous. There was a sweat building on her forehead, her pulse was racing, and she thought she was going to throw up. She leaned against the wall for a second, she'd been walking very fast. The portrait lady noticed this and asked, concerned, if she was alright. "I don't feel so good, I'm scared," Violetta whispered back.

The lady leaned close to the edge of the portrait and told her to stop and calm down, then continue at a strong steady pace with her breath. "A lady is controlled by breath. You will be fine. There is nothing inside the castle walls that can hurt you,"

It was oddly comforting, and Violetta thanked her, and stopped worrying so much. She walked slowly and steadily, up the stairs all the way to the seventh floor. This was nothing she hadn't faced before. As she reached the seventh floor, she sighed, and leaned on the railing for breath. She had done it. And experienced her first panic attack without Hermione's help.

"Are you so unfit that you need to take a breather after climbing the stairs?" A short, irritated voice snapped at her. She looked up, and Riddle was standing on the seventh floor, wand in hand, and a raised eyebrow. She could've fainted, or at least she went extremely pale. He frowned, "What are you doing here?It's the middle of the night!"

"What are you doing here, it's the middle of the night?" She retorted, she didn't have willpower or strength right now.

"I happen to be a prefect,"

"Perfect prefect. Sorry for raining on your parade. Just let me past you," Violetta stepped forward.

It took all of Tom Riddle's patience not to push her down the stairs, and he whispered, "Go downstairs, back to bed, and you may avoid detention,"

"No, just let me past you, Tom, I need the room of requirement," She was furious now, her face was red.

"Why?" He stepped back cooly.

Behind him, Ant was walking up to them, and he was about to open his mouth, when Violetta grabbed him, rather violent, wrapped her legs around hi, kissing him passionately, to which he responded hungrily. Then she turned to Riddle, and said, "This is why I need the room," But Tom was smirking, widely and evilly now. He'd spotted the books she'd brought with her, and the first one at least had a non time related cover, but it still made the whole kiss pointless.

"Violetta Burdens you make the shittiest cover up acts," He simply spoke. Ant looked confused, and Tom mouthed something to him, which made him leave very quickly.

Tom was about to say something to Violetta, when they both heard a wheeze coming up the stairs. Tom grabbed the books, and Violetta's arm and dragged her into the room of requirement, which was housing all the death eaters, except from the female ones. They all looked confused, and had wands out, she spotted a bottle of fire-whiskey or two on the table.

Tom addressed them, "The Jan's outside, we need to leave."

This is where it went wrong.

Ant saw Violetta, and in his drunken state, started kissing her again, up against the wall in front of everyone and her boyfriend. Abraxus was furious, and pulled Ant off, then slapped Violetta. The rest of the death eaters were bundling out another exit, away from the janitor. Violetta was shocked, Ant ran off with the death eaters, and left Violetta and Abraxus. Tom glared at them both, whisper-shouting "Come on!" But Abraxus wasn't listening, so he left as well.

Violetta and Abraxus fought with fists, and he shouted at her, calling her a slut and a whore. The walls were soundproofed. He managed to get on top of her as she struggled, screaming, and biting and whimpering as he drew his wand towards her. "I can't believe you did that, you stupid bitch. You cheated on me with Ant,"

"I didn't, I swear Abraxus, he kissed me,"

"As If I believe you," he spat, "Why can't you control yourself? you little slut! I saw you with Diggory, flirting. He's probably been in here too," he jabbed her crotch with his wand.

"Abraxus please don't hurt me, I'm sorry," she shrieked, as she could feel the crucio any minute now. It was worse than arguing with Riddle. At least he was a clean killer.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson. I'm fed up of whores like you," Malfoy hissed. It turned out his lesson was worse than she expected. He took his wand to her ankle and carved the word "Whore" onto her ankle, with a knife like spell. Beads of blood very quickly appeared, and it bled down her foot, making her scream in agony. He smirked evilly, and bitterly at her, then got up to see the janitor situation, who had left, oblivious. Malfoy lifted her and dumped her outside the room of requirement, leaving her foot to bleed freely. She moaned in distress, and tried calling him back, but he took her books and chucked them on her, adding to the pain. He laughed cruelly, before leaving down the stairs. She felt like someone had crushed her, mentally and physically as she lay there alone. Stars and birds were floating around her, and nobody was in sight. It was very quiet. She drifted, fainting, as blackness filled her surroundings.

At least if she died now, the pain would be over.