"What do they call you, my lovely?" he says with a burning, desiring look in his eyes. She tried her best to hide the fear and disgust she felt at the moment, theres nothing she wanted to do less than to fullfill his sadistic desires.
"Veronica Harris", she answered with a sharp, daring tone. He flicked his tongue: "You better watch that tone darling. And you", he turns around to face another man, "Check it." He moved his hand to her cheek and started to caress it gently. She moved her head in attempt to get rid of the hand in her face. He giggled and sat her up against a tree, his hands moving around her body looking for her wand. He purposely shoved his fingers in the burning flesh of her right thigh, earning a quiet cry out of pain. He smirked and pressed harder into her flesh. "Where's your wand, girlie?"
"Lost it. Shortly after hitting one of your stupid servants." He let out another giggle and gave a red headed man a handsign, to which the man just nodded and walked away. The man in front of her reached down to her blouse, opening a few buttons, so that the tip her bra shows up. His eyes are now fixed on her exposed skin, he lets out a growl and reaches up to her neck. "Mhhmm, i love lace.."
He slowly came closer with his face to her chest, causing her to shiver once again. She prepared to give him a headbutt, but before his filthy lips could reach it's desired goal, the hairy strange looking guy interrupted him.
"Ay, Scab', come 'ere for a second!"
The man let out a disappointed groan, while slowly standing up. "We ain't finished yet, beautiful." He walked away from her. "Finally", she thought. Suddenly she realized who the man, who just wanted to do god knows what with her, was. It was Sebastian Scabior, probably one of the most well known Snatchers out there and his ugly, wolf-like companion was Fenrir Greyback, a brutal half breed.
"Shit", she whispers to herself. Even an ant would know, in what danger she is in at the moment, she needs to get out of here, quickly. She got ripped out of her thoughts by Scabior, who was slowly creeping into her direction, staring at her with a sick smile.
"Feisty one, ain't you? Running away from us for almost an hour, which broke the record by the way, ending up hurt, not able to walk anymore and still having the nerve to lie to us." He stared down to her, letting out a disturbing, short laugh. He slowly squatted down to her, taking her chin in his hand.
"Don't you wanna' tell me who you really are?"
"What do you mean? I told you my name."
"Your name is not on our list."
"Well, then the list is wrong."
He came so close to her face, their nose's were almost touching.
"You know, i'm gonna get your real name out of you. I have very efficent ways", he whispered seductively with a smirk on his face. He stood up an grabbed her arm, pulling her up to his height. She tried to push him away, not even wanting to know what ways he was referring to, although she could think of what it was. And all she could feel now is fear. Fear of what this person, no, this monster would do to her. So she did the only thing she could think of. She backhanded him with her right hand and as soon as he let go of her to clutch his aching cheek she followed up by a knee to his stomach. This wouldnt have normally worked on someone like Scabior, she took him by suprise, causing them to now be a meter apart. The only thing she could think of was to get out of there as fast as possible, so she grabbed the Wand she hid in her sleeve and apparated.
She stumbled backwards and fell to the floor as soon as she did that, the pain still being present. She pointed her wand at her right thigh. "Well it's at least worth a try. Episkey!" She sighed in relief, with the pain finally gone. She smiled and looked around. Upon taking in her surroundings she noticed that she is in a toilet, a toilet stall in the female Bathroom in Hogsmeade. "Finally", she thought and sighed, happy to have escaped these people. She slowly opens the door, still being very carefull. As she spotted Madame Rosmerta she finally leaves the bathroom, causing a few people to stare at her confused. She instantly spots Hermione and her two male friends, not even trying to hide the fact that they are staring at her. She hears Hermione whisper to her annoying friends:
"Did you see Avarien go in there?"
"It's Ava for you, bookworm", she spats out, just receiving a death glare from Hermione, she walks to a free table and sits down. Madame Rosmerta comes up to her with a butterbeer in her hand. She places it right in front of Ava, offering her a kind smile. "You look like you've been through something, this one's on me." Ava smiles at her and mouths a "thank you".
"Don't you wanna fix your blouse? Or is it supposed to be half open?", is the last thing Rosmerta says while heading over to another table. Ava buttons up her shirt very quickly and brings the brimful cup to her mouth. She takes a sip, pleased with the taste and finishes her beer in one go. With her losing control over her thoughts, she thinks about Scabior, how she escaped the weirdly attractive Snatcher. "No way this is all true" she thinks, slowly leaning against the wall behind her. Still exhausted mentally and physically by what just occured, she passed out.