WARNING: Mentions/Implications of rape. Please no disparaging reviews about my story based a on single tragic event happening to a character.

NOTE: Rape is never, under any circumstances, ok.

July 1979

Freya had easily been accepted in the Auror office as a trainee, considering she had received Outstandings in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Charms, and Potions, and an Exceeds Expectations in Ancient Runes. While she was not a full-fledged Auror yet, and most likely wouldn't be for another year or two, she was still getting closer to being able to properly spy on the Aurors than normal. As wartime settled into wizarding Britain, the Aurors were in full-blown recruiting mode and turning trainees into Aurors faster than ever, shortening their usual training by at least a year, sometimes two. It turned out that Freya found herself partnered with Sirius, who had gone into Auror training a year before her and nearly finished his qualifications with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and would soon be a proper Auror in charge of training Freya. For now, the both of them were still under Alastor Moody's authority, and for Freya, that turned out to be a blessing, because that meant she'd most likely finish her training sooner than most recruits.

In her first month and a half in the Auror office, Freya hadn't been able to get her hands on much intelligence helpful to the Death Eaters, but she had managed to plant false information once, forging an order from the Minister and leaving it on the unattended desk of Auror Frank Longbottom. The forged order insisted that an anonymous tip had been left with the Minister's office that a Death Eater had been discovered in a Muggle neighborhood called Moodiesburn near Glasgow. Four Aurors and two Hit Wizards arrived in the neighborhood to discover that the tip was actually a set-up for an ambush. They would have all been murdered if things had gone according to the Death Eaters' plan; the Order suddenly appearing as the Death Eaters attacked was an unexpected twist. The Death Eaters had yet to puzzle together how the Order had caught on to their scheme. All the Order knew was that Dumbledore had a source who had provided the information. Instead of six dead witches and wizards that night, there had been one dead Hit Wizard and two severely injured, but captured, Death Eaters.

After the news had been received at the Auror Office that one of their own was dead, Freya had been distraught. She tried her hardest to hide it, but when Sirius had managed to pull her into a deserted corridor, just the two of them, she broke down. Freya fell into his arms, sobbing as he smoothed her hair and gently shushed her cries. He must've held her like that for an hour before she had finally managed to pull herself out of her guilt-ridden cry. Sirius continued to hold her for a bit longer after her shoulders had stopped shaking with her sobs, keeping her close in a tight embrace, before Freya finally pulled herself out of his arms. "I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I don't know what came over me. I guess I'm just not used to people I know dying."

Sirius nodded, gently trailing his fingers down her cheek. "It's ok, Freya," he said softly. "I don't know what Regulus is like about this sort of stuff, but you never have to hide how you feel about things around me. You can be real; you can always be honest with me."

Freya shook her head, taking slow, intentional steps backwards, away from Sirius. "No, Sirius. I can't. I'm sorry," she whispered, before retreating and running away.

A week later, Freya finally had more information about the Death Eaters to pass along to her brother. As she left the Ministry, she entered Muggle London, her robes transfigured into a black mini tutu, black leggings, combat boots, a Muggle band t-shirt, and a pair of black fingerless gloves. She walked a few blocks away and finally entered a small coffee shop off the beaten path. Sitting down at a small table, Freya waited for James to arrive in whatever disguise he'd be in this time. Instead, a few moments later she found herself sitting across from her husband. Regulus glowered at her. "Freya, what are you doing here?"

Freya swallowed hard and fought to keep her composure. "Having a drink of coffee. Is there a problem with that?" she asked, forcing her voice to sound relaxed.

Regulus raised an eyebrow. "Oh, is that all? Who with?" he asked, his voice tight.

Freya furrowed her brow. "What do you mean? I'm here alone," she said, confused.

Regulus shook his head. "So you're not cheating on me then?" he asked accusingly.

Eyes growing wide in shock, Freya exclaimed, "I can't believe you would even think that of me, Regulus. Of course I'm not cheating on you."

"Well, you're clearly meeting someone here," Regulus insisted. "As the man who loves you, I'm asking you to confide in me and tell me the truth about why you're here."

Freya hesitated, nearly spilling her every secret to those pleading grey eyes. She shook her head. "Regulus, I promise; you're just being paranoid." At that moment, Freya's eyes caught sight of James walking in the door of the café. One glance at his sister's table, and James knew things weren't right. James heard Freya say, "I'm here on Auror business, nothing more. Moody wants to test my skills at blending into a crowd of Muggles without sticking out as an Auror, or even as a witch. Clearly, if you managed to follow me here, I did a terrible job."

Freya cast one more casual glance towards the door, just in time to see James vanish out of it. Regulus shook his head. "You blend in perfectly," Regulus replied. "I can hardly distinguish my wife from a bloody Muggle, not that it makes me feel particularly good. I followed you here from the lobby of the Ministry, or I would've never found you."

Freya shrugged. "Well, there we go. I'm supposed to be able to vanish from the Ministry and blend into a crowd of Muggles so well that I can't be followed. Clearly, I fail. I'm sure Moody will be along any minute to tell me so himself."

Regulus frowned. "Perhaps. Freya, I need you to come home with me, now. We have some important matters to discuss, but we can't talk about it till we're home alone."

Freya cocked her head to one side, watching him carefully and observing the anguish in his eyes. "Is something wrong, Regulus?" she asked, concerned.

Regulus thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, Freya, something is very definitely wrong. I need you to come home with me, right now."

Freya shook her head. "I can't; Moody will be along any moment, and when he gets here, if I'm not here, he'll kill me tomorrow at work. Regulus, please, just go home. I'll meet you there later."

Suddenly, Moody walked into the café, his magical eye spelled to look like a normal eye and in Muggle clothing, but still wearing his usual nice black trench coat that he wore to the Auror Office every day. He strode over to Freya and Regulus, growling, "Black, the outfit blends well, but clearly your subtlety in leaving the Ministry is seriously lacking if even your husband could follow you here."

Surprise flashed in Freya's eyes for the space of half a second, but she covered it easily by feigning embarrassment. She mumbled, refusing to look the older Auror in the eyes, "I'm terribly sorry, Moody. I agree full heartedly; I hadn't even realized he had been following me. I need to work on my stealth and observational skills. I'll do better on the next test."

Moody nodded. "You'd better; these are hard times we live in, we can't afford slip ups like this in the real war against the Death Eaters. If Regulus here had been a Death Eater, you'd have been dead long before I got here. Now, I think it's time we discussed some important matters regarding how your training will proceed from here." Turning to Regulus, Moody barked, "Can't you see your wife is on the job right now? She can't be sitting around having a cup of tea with you now, boy. She'll see you tonight; you'd best be heading home."

Regulus nodded as he stood up from the small round table. "Of course, Auror Moody. Freya, I'll see you for dinner?" The petite girl nodded, her auburn hair bouncing in frizzy curls around her head thanks to a spell Freya had placed on it for her Muggle disguise. "Very well then. Good to see you, Moody."

Moody simply nodded, huffing at Regulus as he left. He sat down in the seat Regulus had just vacated as Regulus exited the café, then asked Freya, "What have you gotten yourself into that your brother thought he had to come get me involved to keep you safe, girl?"

Freya's face drained of color, and she shook her head to focus herself. "Nothing, I think he was just trying to be helpful and took it too far. Regulus was just jealous; he got it in his head that I'm cheating on him when all that's really going on is that I'm meeting James here to plot a surprise birthday party for Regulus. He just has a tendency to overreact sometimes, and James tends to do the same thing. I'm sorry he dragged you down here," she lied as smoothly as she could under his knowing gaze.

Moody nodded slowly as James entered the café. "All right, then." Moody stood and walked toward the door, then stopped James for a moment a few feet from the table. Freya barely heard it, but Moody murmured to James, "Take care of that sister of yours, Potter. I don't know what you two are into, but she seems in over her head. You'd both best be careful."

James nodded, then Moody walked out the door and disappeared into the crowd. James sat down across from her. "I suppose we'll have to get better at this sneaking around business. Clearly we're not doing this right if Regulus found you," James said with distaste, a worried look on his face.

Freya nodded. "We can't meet in Muggle London like this anymore; it isn't safe. It's too easy to be spotted."

"Sirius's flat," James suggested quietly.

Freya shook her head. "We can't get him involved," she said firmly.

"We won't get him involved, Freya. We'll just meet at his place when he's not there."

"I don't like it," Freya mumbled, then sighed. "But fine, you win. For now. Wait until you hear what I've got to tell you, though. Hopefully, we'll be able to save those Muggles in time."

Just before dinnertime, Freya stepped out of the floo of her home at 12 Grimmauld Place with Regulus and his parents. She found Regulus sitting at the long table in the basement, head in his hands. When he looked up at her, Regulus looked as though he had been crying, his eyes were so red. Freya frowned. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" Freya asked, concern filling her voice.

Regulus shook his head. "You lied to me earlier, Freya. You are cheating on me," he moaned, as though the very idea that Freya would betray him caused him pain.

Freya shook her head. "No, I didn't. I would never do that to you, Regulus. I love you," she insisted.

Regulus slid a photograph on the table so that it was within Freya's reach. "Explain this photo that Bellatrix showed me then."

Picking up the photo carefully, Freya saw Sirius holding her tightly to him in the abandoned corridor of the Auror Office, stroking her hair. She shook her head. "That's not what it looks like," Freya mumbled. "A Hit Wizard died that day trying to make an arrest in the ambush that I set up for the Death Eaters. I had to put on a show of being upset about losing one of my own. Sirius is my partner in my training; he was just trying to comfort me. I would never cheat on you, Regulus, and I especially wouldn't cheat on you with your own brother."

Regulus watched her face carefully, then let out a heavy sigh. "I believe you," he whispered. "But Bellatrix has already shown the photograph to the Dark Lord, and he believes her that you have been unfaithful to me with a blood traitor. He won't be satisfied until he knows that I've properly punished you for your transgression."

Freya stared at him with wide, fearful eyes. "Regulus, surely you don't mean…"

Regulus looked down at the wand in his hand as tears began to fall from his eyes again. "Mother and Bella are upstairs, waiting to hear your screams. If they don't hear them soon, Bella will come down here and do it herself. I can't let her do that to you, Freya. You have no idea how cruel she is. She won't just stop with the Cruciatus Curse, she'll make you bleed to within an inch of your life. I can't let her hurt you."

"So you're going to hurt me instead?" Freya demanded angrily, raising her voice.

Regulus's eyebrows shot up, and he quickly cast a silencing charm on her, taking away her voice. "Please, don't fight back. Don't argue with me, and don't let them hear you raise your voice to me. That's not how proper pureblood wives behave. They obey their husbands' every command. If Bella hears you talk back to me, it'll only make things worse."

Regulus returned her voice to her, and Freya hissed, "So I'm just supposed to sit back and take you torturing me like a good little pureblood wife, is that it?"

Regulus sighed as he stood up. "Yes, because if you don't, you'll be putting both of our lives at risk, because Bella is vicious. She's never liked you, and if I defend you from her like we both know I will, she'll kill you, then I'll kill her for even laying a hand on you, and then the Dark Lord will kill me. Please, I'm begging you, just one or two small Cruciatus Curses that are the least painful I can possibly make them, and then it's over and we can go upstairs and put silencing charms on our bedroom and you can scream at me how much you hate me and hit me and curse me and even bloody murder me if you want, but please, let me protect you now." Freya frowned, and was about to argue, but then she heard the sound of someone skipping down the stairs. Regulus shook his head then raised his wand. "Crucio!"

Freya fell to the floor with a bloodcurdling scream as every nerve ending in her body felt the pain of a million tiny hot knives stabbing deep into her skin. Freya writhed on the floor as she heard Bellatrix walk into the room, cackling madly in delight at Freya's pain. "I see the cheating whore you call a wife has finally returned to you," Bellatrix said with a sickening grin as Regulus released Freya from the Unforgivable Curse.

Freya spat at the older woman, "Well, perhaps if I wasn't under orders from the Dark Lord to ingratiate myself with all of the Aurors by any means necessary, there wouldn't be any need to loosen Sirius's secretive lips by any means necessary."

Regulus shuddered at the idea of Sirius ever touching Freya in the least little way. Raising his wand again, Regulus cast a curse over his wife again. "Crucio!" Freya whimpered as her back bent, raising her body up in the air before crashing back onto the floor, and cried out in pain as Bellatrix squealed with glee.

It wasn't long before Regulus freed Freya from the Unforgivable Curse. Bellatrix looked momentarily disappointed, before an evil gleam appeared in her eyes. "You know, Regulus, what you really should do is remind your little slut here what it's like to be with a real pureblood," Bellatrix practically purred.

Regulus froze. Freya continued to lay in the floor as she recovered from the Cruciatus Curse, painting, almost afraid to move, slowly growing angry at the way she was being treated. After a moment, Regulus stammered, "W-what are you tr-trying to suggest, Bella?"

Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "I had thought it would be painfully obvious exactly what I am intimating, my dear cousin." She circled up behind him and whispered in his ear, her voice nearing seductive, "Take her, Regulus. Right here, right now. Remind your little Gryffindor tramp how much better it is to be with a proper Slytherin pureblood than with whatever scumsuckers she's been sleeping around with."

Freya pushed her upper body off the floor, leaning back on her elbows and staring at Regulus, resentment shining in her eyes. Regulus hesitated before saying slowly, "Bella, I think she's been punished enough. I know for a fact that her attempts to ply information from my blood traitor brother with romantic advances did not get so physical as to warrant such actions."

Bellatrix let out a cold, heartless bark of a laugh that made Freya shiver. "The Dark Lord disagrees, Regulus. See, it's not up to you. This is the punishment the Dark Lord has chosen, and it must be done with me as a witness to report to him that it was executed correctly. If I do not tell him that I believe your punished her satisfactorily, then the Dark Lord will do it himself, and he will make it much, much slower and more painful. I'm sure you'd rather be the only man to lay a hand on your Gryffindor harlot ever again, but if you prefer for the Dark Lord to do it for you…"

"No," Regulus snarled, clenching his jaw. "Leave my wife alone, Bella," he continued, his voice low and threatening.

"Then do it," Bellatrix hissed. "Throw her around like a ragdoll, take her, and remind her that she belongs to you. Do not be gentle about it, either; we all know how the Dark Lord would frown upon tenderness."

Regulus's hands shook as he stared down at the steely figure of his wife. Even placed in the helpless position she was in, Freya wasn't afraid of her Death Eater husband or his family in that moment. Instead, Freya was furious that he was even entertaining the idea of hurting her in such a way, even if he considered this a form of protecting her, and Regulus could feel the anger radiating off her. It made him feel weak and powerless, and that feeling made him volatile and fierce; Freya could see it written all over her husband's face. Caving to Bellatrix's demands, Regulus grabbed Freya roughly by the upper arm, squeezing so hard it was sure to leave bruises, and slammed her against the stone wall of the basement. Freya stumbled and hit the wall with her shoulder, gasping in shock at the unexpected assault. Freya had known that Regulus most likely wouldn't stand up to Bellatrix, but she had been sure he'd worm his way out of the situation somehow. She had never expected her husband to actually do it. Regulus captured her lips harshly with his, biting her lower lip and leaving her lips swollen and bruised when he finally pulled away. As he pulled back, Freya whispered, the tears she was holding back finding their way into her voice, "You promised to never hurt me."

Regulus couldn't meet Freya's accusing eyes; instead he leaned down and bit her neck the least bit too hard, making Freya squeal with pain as her skin began to slowly leak dark red blood. Freya pushed with all her might against Regulus's chest as he kissed the affronted flesh of her neck, soothing the sting of the bite, but to no avail. Freya heard Bellatrix laughing maniacally and saw the delight she took in Freya's suffering written all over the older woman's face, and stopped fighting back. Freya shuddered violently, closing her eyes tightly against the horror of the reality in front of her as Regulus began to pull her shirt off and lick her ear simultaneously. Suddenly, she felt Regulus's breath on her ear and heard him faintly whisper, "I'm so sorry."

Three hours of hell later, Freya found herself bruised and sore sitting in the corner of the bedroom she shared with Regulus on the floor, curled up on herself in her pajamas, looking anywhere but at her husband, who sat on the bed agonizing over what he had done to her. Growing sick of her silence, Regulus snapped, "Just say something to me, Freya! Tell me how horrible a monster I am, how you hate me and will hate me for the rest of your life, tell me you're leaving me and never coming back. Scream at me, hit me, curse me to within an inch of my life, but please, just do something besides just sit there!"

Freya choked on a sob, and Regulus instantly felt worse for being so harsh. Freya shook her head. "I don't hate you," she mumbled. "I'm pissed as hell, and I'm hurt, but I don't hate you." Freya sat silently crying for a few more minutes before continuing. "Regulus, I'm an animagus. I was the fox, Vixen, that slept in your bed every night in Slytherin last term. I came to you for comfort and safety when I felt alone or afraid or had fought with my family or friends. To have you do this to me…" she shook her head.

Regulus moaned, and it almost sounded as though he were dying. "I should've known it was you. Freya, I'm so incredibly sorry."

Freya stared at the floor. "You were right, Regulus. This person that you're letting the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters make you into, he's an absolute monster."

Freya stood up slowly, the bruises and soreness on her hips and thighs causing her a great deal of pain. Regulus's eyebrows raised an eyebrow at her sudden choice to relocate. "Where are you going?" he asked worriedly.

"Shower," Freya answered quietly. "Then I think I'm going to sleep in Sirius's old bedroom tonight. I don't think I can stay in here tonight."

Regulus caught her hand as she walked past him, holding her hand gingerly. "Please, don't do that, Freya. Please don't pull away from me. My parents will notice we're in separate bedrooms, darling, and that will not end well for either of us. I'm begging you, just stay in here with me tonight, please."

Freya nodded and said barely audibly, "Fine." Walking down the hall, Freya got in the shower and spent the next half hour in the water, sobbing as she leaned against the shower wall.

The next morning, Freya sat up slowly in the bed, as far away from Regulus as she possibly could be while still in the bed. Glancing over at Regulus, Freya saw him watching her with worried red eyes, as though he had been crying while she was asleep. He hesitantly reached out to her, attempting to place a gentle, loving hand on her arm, but when Freya flinched away from him, he let his hand fall to the bed, tears glistening in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he croaked.

Freya felt tears stinging her own eyes as she mumbled, "So you keep telling me."

Regulus sighed, running a hand through his frazzled hair, then reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a fizzy blue potion. Holding it out to Freya, he said softly, "Here, drink this, it'll help with the pain, make it easier for you to walk today after your sore muscles have tightened up overnight." Freya nodded, taking the potion from her husband and drinking it quickly. Regulus watched her for a moment, then asked, his voice full of concern, "How did you sleep?"

Freya tried to shrug, but the pain that shot through her shoulders at the slight movement made her moan and stop moving. "Ok," she murmured. "I think I slept a total of two hours off and on throughout the night. How about you?"

Regulus fidgeted his fingers nervously. "I barely slept at all. I brewed that potion in the basement while you were asleep. I think I maybe got in twenty minutes of sleep at some point, but I'm not sure."

Freya nodded slowly. "I don't want to go in to work today," she mumbled.

"People will notice if you don't; it will raise red flags," Regulus said nervously. "I know you're in a lot of pain, and I know it's my fault. I'm really sorry for that. You're going to have to go to work though."

Freya sighed heavily, getting up from the bed sluggishly and gingerly throwing clothes on, waving her wand to hide the large bruises on her skin. "Fine, Regulus. At least I'm getting out of this house for a few hours," she said grudgingly.

Regulus pushed himself up off the bed, then thought better of it and sat back down on the bed. "I've told you I'm sorry more times than I can count. What more do you want from me?"

Freya thought for a moment as she walked toward the door, then paused and answered, "Nothing, it's just… Nothing."

As she opened the door, Regulus called to Freya, "I love you."

Freya hesitated, then replied quietly, "I love you too."

Freya walked into the break room at the Auror office to retrieve her butterbeer. She felt a hand clamp down on her shoulder, and the shock of it rattled her to the bone. Pain shot through her body as fear filled her to the brim, and she spun around, wand in hand, and came face to face with a grinning Sirius Black. Sirius's face quickly fell at her reaction. "What's wrong, Freya?" he asked anxiously.

Freya shook her head. "Nothing, sorry," she mumbled. "I guess I'm just getting tense, being around Death Eaters all the time."

Sirius glanced around the room and made sure it was empty before placing a silencing charm on the room. Turning back to Freya, he demanded, his worry mixing with anger, "What did he do?" Freya didn't answer, simply shaking her head, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Sirius sighed and waved his wand, easily countering the spells that Freya was using to hide the evidence of the previous night. Angry red bite marks appeared on her neck and shoulders, some of them still not entirely scabbed over from where Regulus had made her bleed. A deep purple bruise appeared on the right side of her face, covering her eye and cheek, as though he had slapped her in the same place multiple times. Sirius tenderly, slowly pushed her robe off her shoulders, revealing more blue and purple bruising covering her entire left shoulder. Sirius shivered at the damage his little brother had done to the girl, and asked again, his voice tight, "What did he do?"

Tears slipped from Freya's eyes, and she blinked them away furiously. Sirius barely even touched her skin as he carefully wiped a couple of the stray tears away, biting his lip hard to keep himself from crying as well. Freya mumbled something under her breath, but Sirius couldn't understand her. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she repeated, slightly louder, "Bellatrix made him. Either he had to do it or the Dark Lord would have done it; he keeps telling me that he saved me from a much worse fate by doing what he did."

Sirius fought off a wave of nausea at the thought of the Dark Lord laying a hand on Freya. He took a moment to collect himself before he whispered gently, "Freya, you have to tell me what he did. Please."

Freya struggled for a while, trying to form the words her mind could barely process. "He – he r-raped me…" she said, hardly audible enough for Sirius to hear.

Sirius repressed the intense urge to hit something, opting instead to place his hands lightly on her shoulders. Freya shuddered at the contact but didn't pull away. When Freya glanced up into his eyes, Sirius saw nothing of the girl he knew in the hazel depths; there was nothing but pain and an unnamable numbness there. Sirius's intense grey eyes stared into hers for a moment, before he finally said, "James and I are getting you out of there. I can't let you go back to that."

Freya sighed, as though there was a repetitiveness to the conversation that made her dreary. She argued dispassionately, "Regulus won't let me leave. His friends, his Dark Lord, they'll never let me go. I'm in too deep, and they'll kill me before they'll let me walk away."

Sirius's eyes widened. "Please, tell me that you don't mean that you took the Dark Mark," Sirius begged.

Freya snorted delicately. "No, of course not. But I'm a Death Eaters wife, and I'm an Auror. Obviously, there must be something going on behind the scenes between us if I'm being allowed to be both."

Sirius gasped. "That's what you and James have been hiding from everyone the last couple months?" Freya nodded, and Sirius huffed. "Let me see if I'm getting this right. You're spying on the Auror Office for Voldemort, but you're turning around and giving Death Eater secrets to James, which he gives to Dumbledore, who gives them to the Order of the Phoenix? So, at this point, you're screwing over everybody."

Freya used what little strength she had to shrug Sirius's hands off her shoulders and hit his chest as hard as she could. "I love him, Sirius," she hissed. "I love Regulus, and I do not regret marrying him. I regret the monster that the Dark Lord and your bitch cousin are turning him into. I'm never going to stop loving him, but I'm trying to make up for that by doing the right thing behind everyone's backs because that's the only way I can. You're just pissed because I only trusted James with it instead of including you."

Sirius frowned. "Fine, maybe I am a little upset you didn't trust me," he snapped. "But that doesn't mean that you can just…" Sirius took several deep breaths, running a hand through his messy black hair. "Forget it; that can wait till later. I'm serious, though, Freya. You have got to tell James about this, and you have to move out of that house. He can't be allowed to lay a hand on you like this ever again."

Freya squabbled timidly, "Regulus didn't want to do it. Bellatrix forced him to; if she didn't tell the Dark Lord that she saw him do it, the Dark Lord would've shown up and done it himself, and so much more. I believe him when he says he did it to protect me from something a million times worse."

Sirius growled, "Doesn't mean Regulus didn't damn well enjoy himself when he did it. Look, I get it, you love him, you always will. You'll never love me. I don't care about that. I care that you're not safe with him anymore."

"Black, don't you think it's about time that — bloody hell…"

Freya's sad eyes grew wide as she peered around Sirius's broad shoulders to see full-fledged Auror Frank Longbottom standing not far behind him, staring at her with concern written all over his face. Freya pleaded, "Longbottom, please, don't tell anyone."

Sirius rolled his eyes at Freya's automatic concern that something would happen to Regulus that he knew was at the forefront of her mind right then. Frank asked, "What happened to you, Freya?"

Sirius watched Freya's fearful face for a moment before he said angrily, "A pair of Death Eaters attacked her. She doesn't know who they were. One of them raped her."

Frank's jaw dropped as a look of horror crept onto his face. "Has she been to St. Mungo's yet?" Frank asked softly.

Sirius gave Freya a hard look, making the small woman cower and shake her head slightly. Sirius sighed. "I don't know why that wasn't my first thought, Longbottom. I'll take her there. Can you send someone to meet us there, then contact Freya's brother and let him know what's happened?"

Freya gulped. "Sirius, please, don't tell James. He'll be furious."

"I know," Sirius said firmly.

"What about her husband? Want me to tell Regulus what happened to?" Frank asked.

Freya opened her mouth to answer, but Sirius interrupted, "Regulus will be fine. I'll talk to him myself after I make sure that Freya is taken care of and safe."

Frank nodded. "All right, but use the Floo system. Apparating her right now would likely worsen her condition."

Sirius nodded, and, leading Freya gently by the hand, took her out of the room and into the main office, ignoring the many questions thrown at the pair as they crossed the large office space and disappeared into the Floo. As the pair reappeared in the lobby of St. Mungo's, Freya turned to Sirius and said viciously, her eyes bright with anger, which returned a little life into them, "So help me, Sirius, if you hurt Regulus in the least way, I will mess you up so badly that it will make what was done to me look like child's play."

Sirius sighed heavily, defeated. "The worst part is knowing that you mean it when you say that, Freya. Fine, I won't go near him, but I won't stop your brother from going after him either." Freya's eyes widened, but she was swept away from him by the freshly flooed Alice Longbottom and the team of Healers Alice had gathered while Sirius and Freya had talked.

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