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I was in pain. The deed was done, there were a few tears drying on my face, and my teeth hurt from being clenched so tightly. I was lying in the middle of the large bed, while Andrew sat, fully dressed on a throne-like chair about three feet from the bed, a catlike satisfied smirk on his face, he was reading the Daily Prophet. I hurt, both inwardly and out. The few tears that were lying on my face were not from the pain of the violation that Andrew inflicted on me, but from emotional pain. Every girl at least once imagines her first time, and in all of the times I had imagined my first time, I had never imagined I would be raped. I was violated in the worst possible way.

While raping me, Andrew had treated me in a way that it felt like I could have been anyone. He seemed to enjoy the pain he had inflicted upon me, And though I tried to hide my expressions behind a mask of apathy, Andrew still saw my pain. And relished it.

I still could not move, the spell still binded me. My body was starting to cramp from the inmovement. I couldn't bear to look at Andrew, instead I looked at another painting that was on the wall across from the large bed. This time it was portraying a clear blue ocean, in which an occasional dolphin or whale would break the clear blue surface. It was not particularly interesting, but it was better than looking at Andrew.

While I watched the painting, I plotted. There was no way in that moment, I could escape. For heaven's sake, I didn't even know where I was! I didn't even know who this supposed 'Andrew' was! I almost gave in to the part of me that wanted to just lie there and wallow in my sorrows, but I thought about my parents, I thought about my friends, I thought about James. All the people who I cared about, all of the people who cared about me, who likely at this point noticed I was missing, and were worrying.

Anger boiled within me, originating from my stomach. Logic stamped down the anger, for I could not afford to show it. I thought back to all of my Charms lessons, searching in the recesses of my brain to find a way I could be freed from the freezing charm. After a minute, I remembered. Professor Flitwick's words floated back into my mind.

A charm is a very interesting thing, once you cast the carm, how long will it last? One would think the obvious, once you say the incantation that stops the charm. But what if you never say it? The answer to that students, is very curious, I remember being the first year that I was leaning forward in my seat, intrigued, curious for the answer. There are certain charms that last until one says the incantation to stop it, but other charms, such as Jelly Legs, freezing charms, and such, that after a while will wear off…

I almost gasped, this was the answer! After a while the charm would wear off and I would be free. But my euphoria died quickly, Andrew, for as horrible as he was seemed like a smart man, and what's more, even if he did leave the spell, and it wore off, I did not know where I was, and even more so, I didn't know where my wand was, and bing wandless in a situation as such, was not a very good predicament. Once again I almost gave into despair, but I thought better of it, this plan, faulty as it was, was still better than no plan at all.

After a few more minutes of gazing at the painting, Andrew stood up. He pulled out his wand and waved it, making my body, against its assent sit up, fly through the air, and sit on the couch I was previously in, he sat on the couch as well, across from me. I regarded him coolly, not speaking.

"Are you in pain?" Both his low voice and face were smooth.

I snorted, unable to help myself, as if you care, although I thought this, I didn't say it, I refused to give him the satisfaction of my anger. "Not much pan, thank you." My voice was pleasant, not betraying my inner turmoil, of anger.

He arched one perfect eyebrow.

I arched one of my own in return.

"You are quite interesting Lily Evans"

"I think you made that clear," My voice was brittle as ice "In multiple ways." In my anger, my voice was breathy toward the end of my declaration.

He only smiled, it was quite unsatisfying.

"You're pathetic." My anger was unable to be quashed. "The fact that you-"

My furious words were cut off with Andrew placing his lips against mine.

"It wouldn't help you to continue what you were in the middle of saying," he warned against my lips.

He deepened the kiss, and I was surprised at how well I detached myself from reality.

Andrew lay beside. Asleep. One of his arms lay underneath me, placed above the curve of my hip. In my excitement, I couldn't sleep, not that I wanted to. Although he did not force himself upon me again, he did kiss and fondle me a little bit. I was disgusted.

Andrew had not renewed the freezing charm, and I waited with bated breath to see if the feeling would return to my fingers or toes, to see if I would regain control over my own body.

I almost laughed out loud when a few minutes later, I found I was able to move my extremities.

A few minutes later I was able to roll my wrists, and ankles, a huge smile spread across my face at the thought of freedom. When I thought about how in one minute I had freedom, and in the next it was taken away, I vowed to never take freedom for granted again.

Shortly after, I could bend my elbows and knees.

Then I could move my head.

And then my shoulders.

More and more control returned to my body, until I could move it as a whole.

It was time to put the rest of my plan into action.

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-Lyla R