A/N: This is going to be the last update for a while :( I only had half of the next chapter written, and with my laptop out of commission, my hands are tied. BUT, I WILL try to update as soon as possible! I have to order a new hard drive and once it comes in, I start back! :)
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A/N: As always, I do not own Harry Potter, but I do own the OC's.

She didn't know whether to run or start throwing hexes. Roger stared at her a moment, not sure what she would do to him. Willow felt her eyes prick with tears and turned her head away.

She had to get out of here.

Quick.

Draco looked between them, his face taking on a sneer.

"What is wrong with you two? I thought you be happy to see him each other."

He made an irked huff and walked over, sitting down. "Be that way. But this is the last time I try to do anything nice for you."

Roger glared at him.

"Be quiet, Draco."

Malfoy scowled at him. "Excuse me? You have no right to talk to me like that! My father-!"

Roger cut in. "Your father is in lesser standing than mine in the Dark Lord's eye's. After he denied him and ended up letting Potter get away, the Dark Lord is not

pleased with him. So why don't you go somewhere else before I tell him you are trying to mouth off to your superiors."

Draco blushed, staring daggers at him. But he didn't say another word and rose up from his chair, leaving out the entrance. Roger and Willow stared at each other for a

moment. Neither knew where to begin, or what to do.

"Why did you come?" Willow finally asked, her eyes burning into his.

Roger seemed to pale slightly. "I didn't know you were here. Draco just said it was important for me to meet with him. I-If I had known, I wouldn't have come…"

"Really? Sure you didn't want another try or something?" she spat, grabbing her wand from her pocket. She took a few steps towards him and he cringed.

"No! It was because of Draco! I swear it!"

He hung his head, trying to look pitiful.

"You know I never wanted to hurt you Willow…. I was ordered to –"

"Don't give me that rubbish! I know the truth now Roger!"

He stared at her, his bulged. "Wh-what are you talking about?"

"I know what my father told you." She whispered in a deadly voice, fingering her wand.

"You were ordered to use any spell necessary. Not to rape me! He has no clue what you did, does he? You didn't tell him what happened. I know that for a fact."

He seemed agitated. He began to fidget about, his eyes never leaving hers, though.

"No, he doesn't know, alright? Things just... got out of hand that night. That's all!" he was in front of her in a flash, and grabbed her wand hand, holding it away from him.

She struggled against him, kicking at his ankles and punching him with her free hand; everything she could, but he held on.

"I love you Willow! When will you understand that? I am willing to do anything to make you love me!" he pressed against her, his hot breath on her face and she felt

her stomach churn.

"Get off me!" she screamed. She felt something begin to vibrate inside of her, something that felt like pure rage. She pushed it out and Roger was thrown back, landing

splayed out on the floor. She hugged her arms around herself, stifling a sob, as he hauled himself off the floor with a grunt. He stumbled towards her but she turned her wand on him.

"No more! I told you last time I would send your arse straight to hell if you came around me again!"

He stopped in his tracks, his face taking on an animalistic phase. He growled softly, his eyes bloodshot and staring intently at her.

"Do it."

Willow's hand began to shake.

"What?"

"Do it. If you think you could honestly kill me, then do it. Because if I can't have you I would rather be dead! DO IT!" he bellowed at her. Her hand shook so badly she

almost dropped her wand. He kept inching closer to her and she was frozen.

She couldn't do it. As much as she hated him, she couldn't bring herself to take his life.

As he got closer, she started to lose it. She had to do something.

"CRUCIO!"

It hit him square in the chest and he flew into the air, screaming in pain. She held him there, her mind losing control. She knew she should release him….

But her hand wouldn't co-operate..

"STOP!" her mind screamed, but she held on… torturing him…

"Expelliarmus!"

She heard a shout behind her and felt her wand fly out of her hand. Roger fell with a thud as she turned and saw Snape, his glinting black eyes narrowed. He barely

gave her a glance as he strode across the room and bent over Roger, checking him. She inched closer, wanting to make sure he was alive, but as soon as she moved,

Severus turned around.

"Stay!" he barked at her, his face twisted in a sneer. She nodded absently and stayed rooted on the spot.

He finished his examination and grabbed something off the floor. He held it up and pointed his wand at it's surface.

"Portus."

It glowed blue and Severus placed it on Roger's chest, laying one of his hands over top of it. A few seconds later, there was a flash of blue light and Roger was gone,

leaving Willow and Snape alone in the room.

He stood and turned to her her, his eyes still glinting.

"What were you thinking? You could have killed him!" he bellowed.

She flinched at the words, raising her arms to protect herself.

"I couldn't stop! I-I tried too! B-but I j-just couldn't!" she began to sob loudly, her whole body shaking. Snape watched her a moment, before he walked over and

grabbed her upper arm, pulling her alongside him.

She stumbled along, not seeing where they were going. All she could do was cry as he led her to wherever it was he was taking her. She heard someone walking

towards them and turned towards Snape, hiding her face against his shoulder. To her relief he didn't push her away.

"What happened?"

She heard Draco's voice echo off the walls.

She expected Snape to make some sort of insult, but he spoke softly to the boy.

"I caught Miss Windkeeper and Mr. Pucey in a very compromising position and I am taking her to the Headmaster. If Mr. Pucey returns, alert me at once."

She heard Draco walk away and turned to look at Snape.

"Y-you d-did not!" she whispered between sobs.

Snape gazed down at her disdainfully.

"I know that, Willow. But I would rather Draco not know what really transpired. It was the most appropriate explanation."

She stayed silent the rest of the way to Albus's office.
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As Snape pulled her through the door, she heard Minerva shriek.

"What happened? Did Malfoy do this?"

"He did not." Snape whispered in an annoyed tone.

"It seems Willow told Draco that she was in a relationship with Pucey and he thought he would surprise her with a visit from him."

He handed Willow off to Minerva, who wrapped her arms around her.

"Why did you tell him that?" Albus asked from her left.

Willow began to cry again, he voice hoarse as she tried to explain.

"D-Draco wou-wouldn't leave me alone…. He kept trying to get close with m-me…So –so I t-told him t-that I was in a relationship! H-he asked w-w-who and I just told

him it was Ro-Roger! I didn't think he w-would actually bring h-him here!"

"Did he hurt you?" Minerva said in a deadly voice. Willow shook her head.

"No…. he never got the chance to…"

Minerva held her even tighter, patting her back. "Thank Merlin! I thought he might have – have …." She trailed off, afraid to even say the word.

But Albus stood and walked over to her.

"What did you do?"

She hid her face against Minerva's shoulder.

"Willow?"

Snape cleared his throat.

"She performed the Cruciatius Curse on him. When I arrived, he was almost incapacitated and I stepped in. If I had not, Pucey would be in St. Mungo's , sharing a room

with the Longbottoms."

She felt Minerva stiffen.

"W-well, she had to defend herself, didn't she? She couldn't have just stood there and let him attack her!"

"No, but she almost killed him! If I hadn't showed up when I did she would have accomplished it!"

They all went silent and Willow felt panic start to set in.

"Why did you use Crucio?" Albus questioned.

She took a steadying breath.

"I told him the last time we spoke that if he came around me again, I would kill him…. I tried to do it when he attacked me in the dungeons, but I just couldn't…. they

only other spell I could think of was the Cruciatius. I-I have used it on him before… I just couldn't bring myself to take his life…"

"I would think not." Dumbledore said gravely. She chanced a look at him and saw that he was angrier than she had ever seen him.

"Why would you want to take a life? I understand your haterd for the boy, but he is sick, Willow! He needs to be in Azkaban for what he did! Not lying cold on the

floor!" he didn't raise his voice, but Willow recoiled as if he had.

"Do you not understand what the spell can do to people?"

When she made no response, Severus lost his composure.

"Do you know the Longbottom's I spoke of?"

Willow shook her head, staring at the floor.

"They were Aurors during the last war. When the Dark Lord was vanquished by Potter, some of his followers thought that the Longbottoms were connected to his

disappearance, so they hunted them down and used the Cruciatus Curse on them until they were driven into insanity!"

Willow's head snapped up. She stared at him.

"Oh, got your attention finally?" Snape sneered as she blushed.

"What you did was no better than what they did. Your as much as a Death Eater as Pucey."

"Severus!"

Minerva was livid. She turned to Albus. "Are you going to let him talk to her like that? She's a child, for Merlin's sake! She was scared!"

But Albus shook his head.

"No child would use that curse, Minerva."

Willow felt like her world was crashing down around her. Not only had she almost been attacked again, but now it seemed Albus was going to abandon her. She felt

the fear begin to rise as she stared at him, her eyes filling.

"I only showed you what happened between her and Roger, Minerva. I didn't show you everything that has been happening since her third year."

Minerva looked down at her.

"What did you do?"

She didn't say it accusingly, nor was there any malice behind the words.

"I – I almost became like him, Minnie."

It was as simple as she could make it. she didn't want to go into the details of the years she reigned over her school mates with terror and cruelty. Minerva's nostrils

flared a bit and she pursed her lips, but never let go of Willow.

She looked up at Albus. "And what did you expect, Albus? You sent her thousands of miles away, without no explanation and left her there. She was alone, with no

friends, no family. Just a sick man who took advantage of her. And it's not like you didn't know about Pucey's obsession. Severus told you when she was younger that

the boy gave her a bit too much attention and talked about her extensively. Even when he started following her everywhere, Severus came and told you he had a

bad feeling about him! You knew he would try and contact her once she was a way from you and the protection of Hogwarts!"

Albus paled. He leaned against his desk, hanging his head. "I thought she would be safer there. I thought perhaps that Mr. Pucey wouldn't find where I had sent her.

But apparently I was wrong."

"There is a first time for everything." Minerva said sarcastically, still staring daggers at the headmaster.

Albus gave a weak chuckle. "Yes. Yes there is."

He turned his attention back to Willow, who was still afraid of being cast aside, no longer wanted because of her past mistakes. He stared at her for what seemed like

ages, until he finally spoke, his voice grave.

"At the end of your term this year, Willow, I want you to come back to Hogwarts. Not only for your safety, but for the fact that you seem to have picked up some very

…..," he paused, trying not to hurt her, but seeing no way around it, "Some very questionable traits from your father."

She jerked as if her had slapped her.

"I'm nothing like him."

Albus looked unconvinced, smiling at her like you would someone who wasn't quite right, someone that was sprouting nonsense and you didn't want to be mean to

them, but didn't believe a word they said.

"I'm not! I admit that I have done some terrible things, but nothing compared to him! I had the opportunity to get rid of Roger. Permanently. But I didn't do it. That alone makes me nothing like him."

Albus seemed to take her words into consideration, tilting his head a bit as peered at her.

"I will trust you. For now. But if you show any more signs of having a penchant for the Dark Arts, I'll have to take measures to ensure the safety of those around you.

Do you agree?"

She rolled her eyes, her anger still heavy on her mind.

"Yes."

"Very well. Then we shall spend the next year making sure you are truly sided with the Light."

Willow scoffed and stepped away from Minerva, making the three adults look at her in astonishment.

"Do you not want to be part of the Greater good, Willow?" Albus asked curiously.

Willow's lip curled in an uncharacteristic sneer. "There is no Greater Good. There is no Light or Dark side of this war, either. Not for me anyways."

Surprisingly, it was Severus who spoke first.

"What do you mean?"

Willow turned to face him, her face hardening.

"I leaned a long time ago that the only person I could truly rely on was myself. Like Minnie said, you all dropped me in the middle of nowhere and left me fend for

myself. I will not join my father, but likewise I see no use for this so called Light. It's never helped me when I was in need. It wasn't what saved me from Roger. I did

that. I defended myself. I made him leave me alone. So, no. I'm not part of the Light or the Dark. I'm Grey. I'm the in between. I'm the one that lives between the two."

She glared at Snape, as if daring him to contradict her. But he said nothing, just staring at her oddly.

"How long have you felt this way?" Minerva looked at her, her expression softening, as well as her voice.

"Since what happened with Roger."

Albus coughed and Willow looked round at him, glaring. But it quickly faded as she saw his eyes sparkling with tears. She felt her chest tighten as she watched the

man that had raised her look at her so sadly.

"I have brought you a great injustice, Willow. I hope that you can forgive me someday. I never meant for you to feel this way… I just wanted you to be safe."

He sighed deeply, taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. "I believe that before you join us here for your next school year, I will need to take you to

visit a few people. To show you what we are fighting for. What the Greater Good is defending, Willow."

She nodded, but said nothing. If it would put him at ease, she would go along. But she knew in her mind it was too late. She had been through too much. She felt a

pang of sadness as she realized what her thoughts meant.

She had truly lost her innocence.