WARNING: SEXUAL ABUSE, VOMITING AND BLOOD!
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"Fleamont Potter, could you stay behind please?" Professor Williams asked fifteen year old Fleamont 'Monty' Potter one hot afternoon.
"Um- okay Professor Williams." Fleamont said, a bit nervously. Was something wrong with his essay? But he'd spent so long on it too!
"Good." Professor Williams answered, looking quite... Odd.
Fleamont was nervous, he knew something was going to go wrong.
Professor Williams waited for the last student to leave the room and locked the door behind them.
"W-why are you locking the door?" Fleamont stuttered out, panicking like mad inside himself.
"I'd rather not be interrupted." Professor Williams said coolly.
"P-professor, I have to go to Charms." Fleamont said, visibly shaking.
"I'll Floo Professor Flitwick." Williams said.
Williams walked over to his fireplace and tossed a handful of green Floo powder into the pit. Williams stuck his head in.
"Hello... Ah, Filius! Yes, I believe Fleamont Potter had Charms with you next? Okay then. Do you mind if I keep him for around half the lesson? I need help for preparations for my next lesson... Wonderful! Thank you so much. Bye, I'll see you later!"
Williams pulled his head out of the Floo connection.
He walked over to Fleamont, who had gone very pale.
"You're very handsome, you know." Williams said creepily.
"Umm..."
"If you dare. tell anyone about this." Williams hissed, taking off Fleamont's shirt, though Fleamont gave a cry of fright. "I will do this again and to the rest of your friends and family, and make you watch! Do. You. Hear. Me?
Fleamont nodded, tears brimming up in his dark blue eyes. He couldn't let anything happen to his friends. Not anything at all, they were pure and innocent!
"Yes sir." He whispered.
"Good, good." Williams said, pulling off Fleamont's clothes entirely.
Fleamont felt extremely vulnerable.
"Shut up. Potter."
But before Fleamont could say anything at all, he screamed with fright as Williams shoved his tongue into the fourteen year old's mouth.
Fleamont sat on the floor of the classroom, fully dressed and hugging his knees. Professor Williams had dressed him (Fleamont being too weak and drained to do so) but Fleamont was destroyed. He felt sore all over too. A bruise on his stomach hurt like hell.
"Remember what I said earlier." Professor Williams threatened Fleamont as he yanked Fleamont off the floor. "Here's your bag, get out of my classroom."
Fleamont walked over to the door and opened it hurriedly and shut it behind him.
He walked down the corridor, the silence echoing in his ears.
"I'm sorry Professor Flitwick, that I'm late." Fleamont apologized as he walked into Charms.
"Just sit down Mr Potter, Professor Williams already Flooed me about it." Flitwick said in his squeaky voice.
He did notice that Fleamont flinched when he said 'Professor Williams'
Flitwick vowed to keep a very. close eye on the boy
Fleamont sat down beside Jackson Potter, his heart beating fast.
"Are you alright Monty? You look pale." Jack asked.
Fleamont nodded absentmindedly.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
When he was the complete opposite.
After class, Flitwick asked Fleamont to stay behind.
Fleamont wondered, for a heart wrenching moment, that Flitwick might do the same but no.
It was only to ask Fleamont if he was alright (which he answered yes) and to give Fleamont a box of Ice Mice and Chocolate Frogs
"I know they're your particular favorites." Flitwick said, smiling at the look of delight on Fleamont's face.
"Thank you Professor." Fleamont said happily.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Flitwick asked.
"Yes." Fleamont answered.
"Potter, you don't look very well. Go lay down in your dormitory, and if you're feeling particularly bad, hospital wing. It's a order." Flitwick said firmly. "I'll write notes for your next classes."
"I'll go lay down."
"Thank you Potter, for putting my mind at rest."
Fleamont walked into his dormitory, feeling awful.
But he couldn't risk telling anybody, not even a Auror.
Because Williams could hurt one of his friends and family members, and Fleamont definitely didn't want that to happen.
Fleamont crawled under his bed and pulled out a box. Unlocking it with the key that hung around his neck, Fleamont took a old t-shirt out of the box.
Wrapped in that old t-shirt was Fleamont's diary.
The diary was a way to channel Fleamont's emotions, to let his deepest, darkest feelings pour onto the pages. It was a way that Fleamont could hide his biggest secrets.
Including the fact that he was bisexual.
Fleamont was thirteen when he figured out he was bisexual, and he honestly was very confused about that.
He started dating last year, obviously sneaking out in secret. He had a two month relationship with a Ravenclaw fifth year boy, John Newton,but the Ravenclaw had broken up with Fleamont.
Then came a Slytherin third year, Irma Black, she lasted two months, but broke it off with Fleamont when she learned he was bisexual.
Then a Hufflepuff sixth year, and he and Fleamont had gotten along very well. He was Fleamont's first kiss as a bisexual, and Fleamont was relieved when that - sort of - sorted out his problems. But unfortunately the Hufflepuff - Samuel O'Connor - had to transfer to Ilvermorny, the American wizarding school. Both Samuel and Fleamont agreed to break up, that it wouldn't actually work out, but they promised to keep in touch, which they had.
And the last seven months were devoted to Euphemia Bones, a sassy Ravenclaw in Fleamont's year. When Fleamont finally told Euphemia that he was bisexual, he was nervous that she would reject him.
But she didn't, she freaking didn't!
Fleamont acted all cocky when Euphemia said she supported the LGBTQ community.
Fleamont just kissed her right then and there, and Euphemia kissed him back.
Fleamont shook himself out of his memories, and opened his diary. He found a blank page, and began writing. Most people wrote Dear Diary, but Fleamont wrote to Mr Murphy.
He was a made up character in one of Fleamont's stories that he had written.
That was another thing Fleamont hid. He liked, no loved, writing stories. He was working on a story about a boy in World War One, and it was going brilliant so far.
Dear Mr Murphy,
I usually write to you at nighttime, when everyone else is asleep. But I'm alone in the dormitory, and I'm dead inside.
I wax sexually abused by a teacher today Mr Murphy, and I don't KNOW WHAT TO DO!!
CALL ME A FUCKING WRITER?!
HELP ME MR MURPHY, HELP ME PLEASE, I NEED HELP! THIS INFORMATION IS KILLING ME INSIDE, HELP ME!
I CAN'T TELL ANYONE BECAUSE PROFESSOR WILLIAMS WILL HURT ALL OF MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY! BUT I HAVE TO TELL SOMEONE, I NEED TO TELL SOMEONE, THIS IS KILLING ME INSIDE, BUT I CAN'T RISK ANYONE GETTING HURT BECAUSE OF ME, BECAUSE OF ME, SO I WON'T TELL ANYONE, NO MATTER WHAT!
Mr Murphy, what would you do?
Mr Murphy, I wish you were real.
Yours,
Monty.
Fleamont sighed and placed his Muggle pen in his suitcase. He wrapped his diary in his old t-shirt again, and placed it gently in the box. He locked the box again, double checked it, and placed the key in a tissue box, then he put the tissue box in his bedside locker.
And being coming over with a wave of exhaustion, Fleamont climbed into bed, not even bothering to take off his robes.
The first nightmare was awful. Williams had forced his tongue down Fleamont's throat and Fleamont was choking...
"Monty... Monty... MONTY!"
Fleamont bolted upright in bed, thinking he was back with Williams, but he was in his dormitory, with Jack standing over him.
Fleamont was breathing heavily, as if he ran a mile.
"What..? What happened?" Fleamont said in a rush, though he knew perfectly well what was going on.
"You were having a nightmare, tossing and turning around." Jack said anxiously.
Fleamont nodded, shaking violently.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Jack asked.
Fleamont nodded, and gave a fake smile.
"Yes, I'm fine, I think I just want to sleep now." Monty gave off a huge yawn, which was actually real.
"Okay then, but I'm gonna stay with you." Jack said. "Just to see if you have any more nightmares."
Monty nodded, and closed his eyes. He let his head fall onto his pillow and before he could utter another word, he was in a world of black.
Jack stared at his twin for a moment, and then pulled his blankets over his twin's shoulders. Monty had been oddly quiet since he left Professor Williams' classroom.
"Just like me aren't you?" Jack said, patting Monty's back. "I know you're bisexual, just like me. I'm just waiting for you to tell me."
Jack knew Fleamont was bisexual, just like Jack himself. Jack had seen Fleamont with his girlfriend Irma Black, and after that ended, Samuel O'Connor.
The reason Jack had caught Fleamont with his partners, is because Jack snuck out to meet his boyfriend, David Thomas, on a regular basis.
"Please please tell me what's wrong with you." Jack whispered, before standing up to leave the dormitory.
Second nightmare was worse then the first without any competition.
They were all hurt, beaten badly, and Henry had placed a hand on Monty's back and died just there and then. Monty saw the light leave his dark blue eyes.
"Monty!"
"Monty!"
"Monty!"
Monty woke up with a start, seeing Johnathan Longbottom and Jack standing over him.
Monty immediately felt sick and ran to the nearby toilets.
"I think I'm gonna be sick." He gasped, before bending over the toilet and vomiting up the contents of his stomach into the toilet.
Jack ran into the bathroom as Monty heaved and threw up the contents of his stomach.
"Are you done yet?" Jack said feebly.
Monty shrugged, went pale white again and shook his head.
"No." He gasped, and leaned over the toilet yet again.
Monty heaved up the remaining contents of his stomach (which wasn't much...) and had Jack flush the toilet.
Monty stood up, shacking like mad because he was so weak and drained, and Jack stands up as well.
"Are you okay?"
Monty wants to say he's not okay, but he shook his head.
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Imma help you to bed."
"You don't have to-"
"But you puked out most of your stomach, you probably feel weak and look like shit." Jack said anxiously, putting an arm around Monty's shoulder.
"True-"
"There, personal proof."
"Okay then, okay."
After Jack had practically forced Monty to go to sleep, he and John walked out of the dorm, threatened David Thomas and Micheal Murphy to keep their mouths glued shut as to not wake Monty, Jack and John were off.
Third, and FINAL, nightmare, was a mixture of the first two. Monty was choking, and his family members lay injured and bloodied all around him.
Monty gave a scream of fright, but he was alone.
"MONTY!"
And then he was awake, in the middle of the night, his throat raw from screaming and his fellow Gryffindors dorm mates standing in front of him.
"Monty! Will you stop acting like a fuckin' maniac so I can get you untangled-"
"I think I'm gonna be sick!" Monty said, pressing his hand to his mouth.
"Never mind the sheets, run!"
Monty sprinted into the bathroom and leaned over the toilet to throw up, despite not have eaten something for a long time.
Jack ran in beside Monty but he yelled with horror when Monty began vomiting up blood.
"Monty! Calm down and try to stop vomiting!" Jack shouted Monty, who was still puking horribly.
"I... can't...!" Monty panted out, still crying and puking at the same time.
Jack leaned out if the door, his face pale. "I need a towel, and someone run for Madam Smith! Monty's vomiting up blood!"
John threw a towel to Jack, running into the bathroom and David ran for Madam Smith.
Monty was leaning against the wall, looking very pale as John sat down beside him and hugged him. Jack flushed the toilet and sat on Monty's other side, so Monty was in-between Jack and John.
Monty began coughing, and Jack held the towel in front of his face.
Monty shook his head and his heavy head dropped onto John's shoulder.
"Try and stay awake until Madam Smith comes." Jack said to his twin.
Monty was struggling to keep his eyes open, but he was too late. Monty's head fell onto John's shoulder, and he was out cold.
Jack pinched Monty's cheeks, tugged gently on his hair and tugged on his ears.
"He's out cold." Jack announced as Monty gave a whimper in his sleep. "Michael, get a blanket."
Micheal tossed a blanket into the bathroom and then John tucked it safely around Monty's body.
"Over here, in the bathroom."
Madam Smith came into the bathroom and kneeled down beside Monty.
"What's wrong with him?" She asked.
"He's been acting weird all day. He just slept most of the time, which was alright, then he puked at around, seven o'clock I think? And then he woke up twenty minutes ago, screaming like mad, and then he ran to the bathroom, puked up the rest of his stomach and a bit of blood, then passed out just as you came in." John explained as Jack held Monty close to him.
"He needs to go to the hospital wing, why didn't you bring him earlier?" Madam Smith said, being half hearted about scolding the two boys.
"He was too weak, we didn't want to cause him further damage." Jack said, stroking Monty's hair carefully.
"Hmm, that's true." Smith said. "We better bring now."
Jack and John carefully lifted the unconscious Monty onto a bed in the middle of the room
Smith began casting spells and charms to see what on earth was wrong with Monty.
The truth came out.
"Oh my goodness..."
Monty woke up to a bright light shining through the window that he-
He wasn't in the dormitory.
He was in the hospital wing.
His secret was definitely out.
Monty shifted slightly.
"He's awake!"
"Monty, we need to talk."
Monty opened his eyes.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"ABOUT HOW ONE OF THE PROFESSORS SEXUALLY ABUSED YOU AND YOU NEVER TOLD ANYONE!" Henry Potter roared, obviously very pissed off. "I'm sorry I shouted, Monty, but this is serious stuff. Why on fucking earth didn't you tell anyone?!"
"Because he would hurt you!" Monty cried out.
Henry watched as Monty broke into sobs, not being able to handle the trauma of the past few hours.
Henry stroked his hair and his father, Alexander, and wife, Charlotte, watched as he comforted Monty.
"Who's calling the Aurors?" Henry said as Monty passed out from exhaustion.
"Not yet." Alexander said angrily, standing up. "Nobody messes with my family. Who's coming with me?"
And when the Aurors arrested Marcus Williams later that day, he had a black eye, several bruises, blood streaming from his nose, a few cracked ribs and a broken foot.
But Monty knew who had done it.
Because his family and friends would always protect him, without a doubt.