Warning: There is a scene close to rape in this fic. Please do not read paragraphs FOUR, FIVE and SIX if you are triggered by that scenario.
My lungs are near to bursting as I sprint for my life away from a Death Eater who is shooting green curses at me that I barely dodge. My legs are threatening to give out and panic is starting to leech into my brain. I round a corner of the abandoned Muggle street, nearly sobbing as I hear the Death Eater run past me. I try to Apparate but I know it's no use. I am in Death Eater territory. Anyone without a Mark is stuck. I scramble around for a place to hide, for a fire ladder, for anything to get me out of this.
The Death Eater enters the opening of the alley and I feel tears overflow my eyes. I raise my wand, preparing to fight for my life. I send a nonverbal Stunner that this Death Eater easily deflects just as two more figures in black robes and silver masks round the corner. This time, I openly sob.
"That's it little Mudblood. Cry it out, scream even. I'd like to make you scream," one of the black cloaked men purrs to me. He stalks the closest, reaching a bare hand toward me. "I'll make you scream plenty before it's over."
Fear overtakes my body and my wand is ripped from my hand. I feel hands on my waist and my shirt is torn away, leaving me in my bra. I'm paralyzed and not even crying any longer. I'm building walls in my head, already trying to distance myself from what is about to happen. I feel his hand graze across my abdomen as he reaches for the snap of my jeans.
I tremble as he unbuttons my jeans and a second Death Eater palms my bra covered breast in his hand. I try to pull away but the Death Eater handles my jeans holds me still. I hear the zipper come down and squeeze my eyes shut. As he begins to lower my jeans from my hips, the third Death Eater pushes my ponytail off my neck and kisses gently. I pray it's not Greyback, fearful he may bite me.
Suddenly, there's a crack at the mouth of the alley. The three Death Eaters spin as a fourth enters at a saunter. The one who had spoken to me moment before chuckles, saying, "I'm not sure there will be much left for you, but you're free to watch."
In a quick second, he's blasted off his feet into the bricks to my left. He smacks the wall with a sickening crunch and then he's on the ground nearly hidden among the garbage littering the alley.
The two other Death Eaters before me shout at the newcomer, but then they are silenced and in a flash of green light, they're in heaps on the ground. If I wasn't terrified of what was about to happen to me, I would feel mild pity for their sudden end.
The new Death Eater stoops and rips something from the hand of one of the men on the ground and before I know it, he is thrusting it into my hand. He's given me my wand and I am so shocked I don't move. He raises his gloved hand to my face and trails his fingers from my temple to my chin and tilts my head up to meet his shadowed gaze.
There is something hauntingly familiar about his eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he waves his wand and wordlessly repairs my shirt. I also feel my jeans right themselves, without him touching me. He holds my stare for another long moment before pointing back down the alley, and growling, "Go." I'm scared of turning my back to him, but I take off running down the alley, and when I steal a glance back over my shoulder, he is staring after me. I turn the corner and hear a sharp crack. My savior was gone and I am confused and grateful.
I reach the meeting point and am yanked into the Muggle pub by freckly hands. I'm crushed into a tight hug as my best friends ask me what happened. I'm not sure how to explain, so I just lift my wand to my head and extracted a long, silvery strand of memory and sealed it in a vial.