Well, this is a story that I worked very hard on and take much pride in when I'm not hiding it from my parents' prying eyes (just kidding, just kidding). I do like it very much when I'm not thinking of what really happens in this story, which is very similar to some of my experiences (at least subconsciously). So, please read this with caution and read it for it's true meaning, not just because you're bored. I want the reader to take time to think the story over and realize the effects of this idea, (you had time to read it, take a few minutes to think about it). Thank you all for appreciating my sensitivity (I only allow flames that tell me what I've done wrong so that I may please you, don't just tell me it sucked).
Disclaimer: JK is the exquisite creator of these fascinating characters who have left me mesmerized and also have assisted me with a lot. I own Adam, though if JK personally wants him, she may take him and I would be honored (but for right now he is for my use).
Thanks: Lilia, my best friend who has helped me through the experiences I have had (and for letting me read this to you so many times). Cheryl, my best friend for helping me understand the world a little bit better (and for letting me bore your ears with questions). I thank you both deeply and truthfully.
The Origin of Darkness
By: Shining Moonlight
Part IV ~ The Devil in Adam
The moment I woke up my thoughts immediately changed from good to very bad. As a mental picture of Adam swam into view, I desperately tried to turn my mind back to my dreams. But much to my dismay, keeping my mind on dreams of Ron and fluffy clouds was like trying to keep water in a sieve. Soon my nightmares replaced the good dreams and I gave in and let my subconscious go wild. It didn't take long for my images of Adam to switch to those of the portrait in McGonagall's office. The man's features were strangely similar to Adam's and it disturbed me to remember that Professor McGonagall's son's name had also been Adam. What if Adam Twiddles was McGonagall's son? But how would I tell Professor McGonagall that her long lost son had raped me? It couldn't be true. Adam had nothing in common with Professor McGonagall, except he did have the steely eyes she had mentioned. But who was Adam's father? Twiddles, I thought to myself, saying it over and over in my head, it didn't take long for 'Twiddles' to become 'Fiddles', 'Piddle', and 'Riddle'.
"That's ridiculous, it's You-Know-Who's last name!" I said aloud. It was
absolutely perfect when I thought about it, it couldn't help but make sense.
Adam was in Gryffindor,(but I guessed that was from McGonagall) he got along
with Slytherins like Malfoy like they were best friends, and his laugh chilled
me to the bone just as You-Know-Who's had Harry.
"Harry!" I thought,
"Perfect! But he might not want to talk about You-Know-Who. He might not want
to talk to me at all. I haven't exactly been paying Ron and him very equal
amounts of attention." I sighed, crossed my fingers, and walked towards his dorm.
"Harry!" I exclaimed when I reached the 6th year door.
"Harry, open the door, I need to talk to you. Please, Harry!" I said this
without opening the door because Harry had told me off for opening the door on
my own accord.
"We could have been changing!" He had hissed.
I heard a muffled "Come in!" and I made my way straight to his four
poster.
"Say, Herm, I hear you and Ron didn't do much talking last night." Seamus
Finnagin said with a mischievous grin on his face.
"Yeah, I heard you two were too busy smooching to talk too much." Dean
Thomas put in.
"Oh, you guys. Lay off her." Ron said, the color rising in his cheeks.
"So, err, what did you need?" Harry asked.
"Well, I need to ask you something. But these guys are too immature to hear it.
So, could you guys leave for a minute?" I d Harry and asked Seamus, Dean,
and Neville. They whistled and shouted things like "Go, Harry!", "When's it my
turn to get some?", and "Tell me all about it!" Harry grinned and winked
at me, knowing I wanted to talk to him and that was all.
"All right, guys. Let's head on out." Ron said to the others. "Just don't have too much fun, you two." he said to me and Harry, he winked playfully. As soon as they got out, I cut right to the chase, all the while trying to be sensitive to his feelings.
"Harry, I'm sorry that I have to ask you to do this and I hope you aren't offended, but I need you to draw or explain what Voldemort looks like. I'm really sorry, but I need to know." I sat next to him and talked gently, softly. I didn't want to offend him in any way. Then, miraculously, Harry nodded and got out a pad of blank paper.
"I'm no artist, and I don't know what you need this for, but I'll try. For you, Hermione." he said and began to sketch out a picture which turned out to be the most horrid depiction I've ever seen in my life. My heart began to sink as I pointed out details in Harry's picture that were similar to the portrait of McGonagall's husband. As soon as he finished, I thanked him and left with the piece of paper clutched in my left hand.
I put the paper on my bedside table and studied it for nearly an hour until I was sure of my theory. Another piece of evidence I found was that Voldemort had told McGonagall that his name was Tim, but his friends (Death Eaters, I thought) had called him Tom. I thought of a plan and at the stroke of twelve, I knew that I had two hours to carry it out before I had to tell McGonagall about her son.
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"Harry, Ron! Dean, Seamus! Adam! Open up!" I called through the door to Ron and Harry's dorm. The door opened and Seamus bid me to come in. He and Adam were playing wizard's chess and Adam looked up briefly and smiled in such a way that I got goose bumps everywhere. I looked over the room and casually started to make Ron's bed.
"So, Hermione, what was it you needed?" Seamus asked, he sounded frustrated but I knew this was only because Adam had just murmured, "checkmate".
"Well, I wanted to ask you guys what you're doing over summer break. I wanted to see if maybe you'd let me write you over the vacation." I said, trying to sound convincing.
"Well, I'll spend the summer with my mum and dad, since me sister, Sunny, is going to America to see her friend, Evie. And I'd be glad to write you letters, Hermione." Seamus said, not looking up from the board. Then he gave his chess pieces a short pep talk and started a new game.
"I'm going to spend the summer with my father. I haven't seen my mom since I was half a year old. About half way through the summer we're going on a trip with some of his friends, to Portugal. Maybe you'd like to stay with my father and I for a month or two." Adam said, drawing out the offer dramatically.
"Sounds interesting, but I have to decline that offer, Adam. My parents are taking me to France again this summer and I wouldn't want to miss it." This was a lie, I'd probably stay home this summer. But I had to come up with an excuse to decline a summer with a dark lord and a rapist.
I stayed a few minutes and got both of their addresses and gave them mine. Then I left to get to the next stage in my plan.
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By the end of the two hours, I had found out that my theory about Voldemort/McGonagall equaling Adam was correct, but I still didn't know how to tell McGonagall. I supposed I'd just be blunt about the fact that Voldemort was her husband, I'd show her my evidence, then how Adam Twiddles was her son and was actually Adam Riddle. Then, I'd tell her that it was in no way her fault, my fault, or anyone's fault but Adam and perhaps Voldemort's fault, but that Adam had damaged my well being, self esteem, and life. And I would tell her how. As soon as I finished thinking over my ways of telling her the truth, I had reached the second floor wooden rocking chair. I sat in it and said "Tritanomandra". Immediately, I was swept into her office by two house elves. Professor McGonagall was sitting in a chair opposite the one the house elves pulled out for me to sit in. She looked so naive, so childlike. I knew that what I had to say would hurt her, but it was better than living in the dark of it all.
"Professor, I have a few things to tell you that might hurt a lot, and I'm sorry that you had to find out like this and that you had to hear what I am about to say, but you're the only person that I really trust aside from Ron." She nodded and clutched the arm of her chair as if bracing herself for what she was about to hear. I gulped, since my throat had suddenly gone very dry and then I assumed the conversation.
"Well, I think you'll be pleased to know that not only have I found your son, Adam, and that he is at Hogwarts right now. But I have also found out who your husband was and where he is right now. Your son is Adam Twiddles, which is actually a phony last name. His real name is Adam Riddle and your husband wasn't Tim like you thought, he was actually Tom Riddle, or Lord Voldemort. Adam has picked up some of Voldemort's evilness, because he, err, he assaulted me sexually. He raped me." I felt a great relief now that I had told someone and I suddenly felt that Professor McGonagall would make everything right again, but when I looked back at her she was sitting in shock and after a moment a single tear hung upon her pointed nose and I knew things were still sinking in. After a few minutes Professor McGonagall started making incoherent noises and soon they turned into sobs of anguish. I stayed silent but soon I realized that if I were McGonagall I'd be beating myself up, so I spoke comfort.
"Professor, this isn't your fault, it isn't my fault, it isn't anyone's fault but Adam's and Voldemort's for saying it was okay, which I'm sure he did. You shouldn't blame yourself, it isn't your fault." She still looked unconvinced, but then shook herself and started acting like the professor I knew.
"Dear, this is very important, are you certain that Adam raped you? I'm terribly sorry, but you'll have to tell me how, where, and when it happened. Then I'll have to inform Professor Dumbledore. We can try to get you help, I'll have a therapist from St. Mungo's come down and talk to you. We can get you into a youth group there and everything will be just fine. Most importantly, we'll try to get that boy into Azkaban for life. That we'll do." I noticed that her fists shook when she mentioned 'that boy' and I knew that she didn't quite believe that it was her son.
"Right, the first thing we need to do is I have to ask you a few questions about this incident. First of all, when did it happen?" McGonagall had sure returned to her old self again, but every once in a while she'd sniffle or look away with an overpowering expression of pain on her face. I took a deep breath and replied to her query.
"Well, the first time it happened was the week after Easter break. At around two o' clock, I'd say. When he finally let me go, dinner was half way over." I tried gallantly not to show how much it hurt to relive the memories, yet remembrances of images kept floating into my mind, still as crisp and exact as Muggle photos. This recalling burnt my soul as if the devil in Adam was taking me over when I remembered him. It took a half an hour for me to go through the details of the first time at Easter, the second time in the common room, and the third time in his dormitory. Professor McGonagall said that I was lucky to have been asleep for the most part of it. But as I thought about it, how could I have thought that I could sleep through forced-intercourse? Professor McGonagall realized this and told me that Adam had most likely modified my memory. She seemed to be especially interested in the second incident, and I knew that the motivation for her sorrow and guilt-filled eyes was the fact that she had been there. Finally, we both got up and Professor McGonagall told me that we would have to go to Dumbledore now, but I asked if it would be alright that I got some rest and she consented, saying it'd be better if I didn't have to relive it again for Professor Dumbledore, too. I went into my dorm and shut the silky, scarlet curtains. Telling someone that could help, really did take a lot out of you, I thought. I was admiring the warmth of the blankets from the open, sunny window when I drifted off.
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I awoke to the sound of my curtain being pulled back, or maybe it was from lights shining through my eyelids. I hesitated long enough to give a callused finger the chance to touch a lock of my hair before sitting upright and pushing the figure away fiercely. Ron didn't touch me that harshly, I knew it was not him. Adam smiled at my rebellion.
"You had better get out of here right now, Adam! McGonagall and Dumbledore know, and you should be running away before they find some real evidence here to put you away forever!" I said firmly, but in a hushed tone so as not to get anyone else's attention. I didn't want to get in trouble for having a boy in my dorm.
"Oh, I get what you're saying. You want me to leave and it would be pretty smart of me to. Fine." And he walked to the door and turned the knob. But just as I turned, sure that he had left, the lights went out. Adam had his hand on the light switch and a malicious grin on his face. "I'll leave, but tonight will be especially blissful for me and painful for you. The last time is always the worst." I tried to scream but no sound came out and Adam made quickly for me, tearing off his clothes as he walked. I pressed up against the wall, struggling to get out of his grasp, but only making it easier for him. He peeled me away from the wall and undressed me torturously slow. Then he continued to rape me for what seemed like eternity. Whenever it seemed like he was finished, I'd sigh and he would proceed to laugh mockingly and start up again. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it was over. Adam pulled me back onto my bed and fell asleep with one final triumphant laugh. I was exhausted and as I checked the clock I saw that it was four in the morning, and I had woken up at midnight. I lay my head down and no sooner did it hit the pillow that I blacked out.
******
Again I was rudely awoken, but this time by a scream. I was conscious, but found that I didn't have enough strength to open my eyes. I heard a rushing to get something next to me out and a man leading whatever it was away. Then a lady with kindly and cold hands pulled a heavy goose feathered comforter over me and began to walk away, crying softly. My eyes finally opened and I moaned as remembrance of the night prior flooded into my head. The woman, Professor McGonagall turned and looked at me coming back to my bedside.
"What happened, dear?" she asked, empathy showing in her voice.
"He did it again, worse than ever. I'm glad you caught him, he was planning to run away today." I said, laying back onto the pillow and feeling the aches all over fully rejuvenate.
"Don't worry about a thing, just come with me. Hurry." Professor McGonagall said benevolently. She lead me quickly to a room full of plastic bags, containers, kitchen supplies, Ziplocs, and strangely, Tupperware. She handed me a package of plastic garbage bags and told me to put one piece of my clothing into each bag and to try not to touch it very much. I did as Professor McGonagall told me. Then, she took me to a room of sterilized equipment at the back of Madam Pomfrey's quarters. She took a handful of cotton swabs and told me to go behind the curtain at the other side of the room and swab my mouth, female parts, and anywhere else I thought he might have left a trace of semen. It was difficult and extremely embarrassing to swab certain parts of my semen-contaminated body, but I did as I was told and had it done and over with in less than five minutes. Professor McGonagall put each cotton swab into a separate baggie and told me to put a hospital gown on, the bigger the better so it wouldn't rub against my skin and smudge his fingerprints- reliable evidence. I was then led to a gargoyle near the detention rooms. Professor McGonagall walked swiftly towards it and stopped about a foot away to say "Fizzing Wizzbees". The gargoyle sprung to the side and the stone wall behind it opened to reveal a door which led to Albus Dumbledore's office. He took one look at me, standing in the doorway in a hospital gown with I'm sure an expression of discomfort and shock on my face and pointed to a chair in the corner, which promptly moved towards his desk.
"Alright, Hermione, I'm very sorry that it's happened again. Minerva, you took the clothing and semen tests for her?" Dumbledore said, sounding as though all the life in him was being let out through a small hole. Professor McGonagall nodded and he continued.
"When we came in I immediately grabbed the boy and he is in the back room of my office. It was against my usual rules to do so, but I stunned him because he was- has- caused a great threat. He has told me his story and I'm afraid that unless we get some reliable evidence, the tests you've done will have been in vain. You see, his story is that you two were going together and you- well that you wanted to have intercourse as well as him." Professor Dumbledore sighed and looked at the floor hopelessly.
I didn't know what to say. I was in such shock that I couldn't believe he might get away with it. It made sense, though, I hated to admit. If we had been sleeping together on both of our free will, then I would have semen and fingerprints on me. My clothes would have his fingerprints on them. And Ginny and Harry still thought that Adam and I had been a couple and would think we'd broken up and gotten back together. I was speechless because I knew there was no one that believed me but Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Ron. Yet Ron would be the only valid witness because teachers couldn't be witnesses and they hadn't seen it. But then, neither had Ron. No one could help me. No one. If they can't get him sent away, can't they keep him away from me at least? And won't they expel him for sleeping with me? I thought happily. No, if he won the court Hogwarts would have no reason to keep him away from me. And if they could, I gulped in spite of myself, everyone will know. The entire student body will be calling me "whore", "slut", and other terrible names and Slytherins, I didn't even want to think about Malfoy. I could almost hear him, "Look at the Mudblood who slept with Twiddles to at least get her kids some wizard blood." But they could expel Adam! My stomach flipped, but if they expel Adam for sleeping with me, they'll expel me for sleeping with Adam…
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End Of Part IV
I thought I'd add a bit of an ending. This story deals with serious topics, such as rape, depression, and suicide. If you are dealing with these feelings or things happening in your life DO NOT SUFFER QUIETLY! Tell someone you trust like a parent, counselor, friend, relative orcall a crisis line. The Hope Line (656-HOPE) has many caring people who can help you and is completely confidential.
Disclaimer: JK is the exquisite creator of these fascinating characters who have left me mesmerized and also have assisted me with a lot. I own Adam, though if JK personally wants him, she may take him and I would be honored (but for right now he is for my use).
Thanks: Lilia, my best friend who has helped me through the experiences I have had (and for letting me read this to you so many times). Cheryl, my best friend for helping me understand the world a little bit better (and for letting me bore your ears with questions). I thank you both deeply and truthfully.
The Origin of Darkness
By: Shining Moonlight
Part IV ~ The Devil in Adam
The moment I woke up my thoughts immediately changed from good to very bad. As a mental picture of Adam swam into view, I desperately tried to turn my mind back to my dreams. But much to my dismay, keeping my mind on dreams of Ron and fluffy clouds was like trying to keep water in a sieve. Soon my nightmares replaced the good dreams and I gave in and let my subconscious go wild. It didn't take long for my images of Adam to switch to those of the portrait in McGonagall's office. The man's features were strangely similar to Adam's and it disturbed me to remember that Professor McGonagall's son's name had also been Adam. What if Adam Twiddles was McGonagall's son? But how would I tell Professor McGonagall that her long lost son had raped me? It couldn't be true. Adam had nothing in common with Professor McGonagall, except he did have the steely eyes she had mentioned. But who was Adam's father? Twiddles, I thought to myself, saying it over and over in my head, it didn't take long for 'Twiddles' to become 'Fiddles', 'Piddle', and 'Riddle'.
"That's ridiculous, it's You-Know-Who's last name!" I said aloud. It was
absolutely perfect when I thought about it, it couldn't help but make sense.
Adam was in Gryffindor,(but I guessed that was from McGonagall) he got along
with Slytherins like Malfoy like they were best friends, and his laugh chilled
me to the bone just as You-Know-Who's had Harry.
"Harry!" I thought,
"Perfect! But he might not want to talk about You-Know-Who. He might not want
to talk to me at all. I haven't exactly been paying Ron and him very equal
amounts of attention." I sighed, crossed my fingers, and walked towards his dorm.
"Harry!" I exclaimed when I reached the 6th year door.
"Harry, open the door, I need to talk to you. Please, Harry!" I said this
without opening the door because Harry had told me off for opening the door on
my own accord.
"We could have been changing!" He had hissed.
I heard a muffled "Come in!" and I made my way straight to his four
poster.
"Say, Herm, I hear you and Ron didn't do much talking last night." Seamus
Finnagin said with a mischievous grin on his face.
"Yeah, I heard you two were too busy smooching to talk too much." Dean
Thomas put in.
"Oh, you guys. Lay off her." Ron said, the color rising in his cheeks.
"So, err, what did you need?" Harry asked.
"Well, I need to ask you something. But these guys are too immature to hear it.
So, could you guys leave for a minute?" I d Harry and asked Seamus, Dean,
and Neville. They whistled and shouted things like "Go, Harry!", "When's it my
turn to get some?", and "Tell me all about it!" Harry grinned and winked
at me, knowing I wanted to talk to him and that was all.
"All right, guys. Let's head on out." Ron said to the others. "Just don't have too much fun, you two." he said to me and Harry, he winked playfully. As soon as they got out, I cut right to the chase, all the while trying to be sensitive to his feelings.
"Harry, I'm sorry that I have to ask you to do this and I hope you aren't offended, but I need you to draw or explain what Voldemort looks like. I'm really sorry, but I need to know." I sat next to him and talked gently, softly. I didn't want to offend him in any way. Then, miraculously, Harry nodded and got out a pad of blank paper.
"I'm no artist, and I don't know what you need this for, but I'll try. For you, Hermione." he said and began to sketch out a picture which turned out to be the most horrid depiction I've ever seen in my life. My heart began to sink as I pointed out details in Harry's picture that were similar to the portrait of McGonagall's husband. As soon as he finished, I thanked him and left with the piece of paper clutched in my left hand.
I put the paper on my bedside table and studied it for nearly an hour until I was sure of my theory. Another piece of evidence I found was that Voldemort had told McGonagall that his name was Tim, but his friends (Death Eaters, I thought) had called him Tom. I thought of a plan and at the stroke of twelve, I knew that I had two hours to carry it out before I had to tell McGonagall about her son.
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"Harry, Ron! Dean, Seamus! Adam! Open up!" I called through the door to Ron and Harry's dorm. The door opened and Seamus bid me to come in. He and Adam were playing wizard's chess and Adam looked up briefly and smiled in such a way that I got goose bumps everywhere. I looked over the room and casually started to make Ron's bed.
"So, Hermione, what was it you needed?" Seamus asked, he sounded frustrated but I knew this was only because Adam had just murmured, "checkmate".
"Well, I wanted to ask you guys what you're doing over summer break. I wanted to see if maybe you'd let me write you over the vacation." I said, trying to sound convincing.
"Well, I'll spend the summer with my mum and dad, since me sister, Sunny, is going to America to see her friend, Evie. And I'd be glad to write you letters, Hermione." Seamus said, not looking up from the board. Then he gave his chess pieces a short pep talk and started a new game.
"I'm going to spend the summer with my father. I haven't seen my mom since I was half a year old. About half way through the summer we're going on a trip with some of his friends, to Portugal. Maybe you'd like to stay with my father and I for a month or two." Adam said, drawing out the offer dramatically.
"Sounds interesting, but I have to decline that offer, Adam. My parents are taking me to France again this summer and I wouldn't want to miss it." This was a lie, I'd probably stay home this summer. But I had to come up with an excuse to decline a summer with a dark lord and a rapist.
I stayed a few minutes and got both of their addresses and gave them mine. Then I left to get to the next stage in my plan.
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By the end of the two hours, I had found out that my theory about Voldemort/McGonagall equaling Adam was correct, but I still didn't know how to tell McGonagall. I supposed I'd just be blunt about the fact that Voldemort was her husband, I'd show her my evidence, then how Adam Twiddles was her son and was actually Adam Riddle. Then, I'd tell her that it was in no way her fault, my fault, or anyone's fault but Adam and perhaps Voldemort's fault, but that Adam had damaged my well being, self esteem, and life. And I would tell her how. As soon as I finished thinking over my ways of telling her the truth, I had reached the second floor wooden rocking chair. I sat in it and said "Tritanomandra". Immediately, I was swept into her office by two house elves. Professor McGonagall was sitting in a chair opposite the one the house elves pulled out for me to sit in. She looked so naive, so childlike. I knew that what I had to say would hurt her, but it was better than living in the dark of it all.
"Professor, I have a few things to tell you that might hurt a lot, and I'm sorry that you had to find out like this and that you had to hear what I am about to say, but you're the only person that I really trust aside from Ron." She nodded and clutched the arm of her chair as if bracing herself for what she was about to hear. I gulped, since my throat had suddenly gone very dry and then I assumed the conversation.
"Well, I think you'll be pleased to know that not only have I found your son, Adam, and that he is at Hogwarts right now. But I have also found out who your husband was and where he is right now. Your son is Adam Twiddles, which is actually a phony last name. His real name is Adam Riddle and your husband wasn't Tim like you thought, he was actually Tom Riddle, or Lord Voldemort. Adam has picked up some of Voldemort's evilness, because he, err, he assaulted me sexually. He raped me." I felt a great relief now that I had told someone and I suddenly felt that Professor McGonagall would make everything right again, but when I looked back at her she was sitting in shock and after a moment a single tear hung upon her pointed nose and I knew things were still sinking in. After a few minutes Professor McGonagall started making incoherent noises and soon they turned into sobs of anguish. I stayed silent but soon I realized that if I were McGonagall I'd be beating myself up, so I spoke comfort.
"Professor, this isn't your fault, it isn't my fault, it isn't anyone's fault but Adam's and Voldemort's for saying it was okay, which I'm sure he did. You shouldn't blame yourself, it isn't your fault." She still looked unconvinced, but then shook herself and started acting like the professor I knew.
"Dear, this is very important, are you certain that Adam raped you? I'm terribly sorry, but you'll have to tell me how, where, and when it happened. Then I'll have to inform Professor Dumbledore. We can try to get you help, I'll have a therapist from St. Mungo's come down and talk to you. We can get you into a youth group there and everything will be just fine. Most importantly, we'll try to get that boy into Azkaban for life. That we'll do." I noticed that her fists shook when she mentioned 'that boy' and I knew that she didn't quite believe that it was her son.
"Right, the first thing we need to do is I have to ask you a few questions about this incident. First of all, when did it happen?" McGonagall had sure returned to her old self again, but every once in a while she'd sniffle or look away with an overpowering expression of pain on her face. I took a deep breath and replied to her query.
"Well, the first time it happened was the week after Easter break. At around two o' clock, I'd say. When he finally let me go, dinner was half way over." I tried gallantly not to show how much it hurt to relive the memories, yet remembrances of images kept floating into my mind, still as crisp and exact as Muggle photos. This recalling burnt my soul as if the devil in Adam was taking me over when I remembered him. It took a half an hour for me to go through the details of the first time at Easter, the second time in the common room, and the third time in his dormitory. Professor McGonagall said that I was lucky to have been asleep for the most part of it. But as I thought about it, how could I have thought that I could sleep through forced-intercourse? Professor McGonagall realized this and told me that Adam had most likely modified my memory. She seemed to be especially interested in the second incident, and I knew that the motivation for her sorrow and guilt-filled eyes was the fact that she had been there. Finally, we both got up and Professor McGonagall told me that we would have to go to Dumbledore now, but I asked if it would be alright that I got some rest and she consented, saying it'd be better if I didn't have to relive it again for Professor Dumbledore, too. I went into my dorm and shut the silky, scarlet curtains. Telling someone that could help, really did take a lot out of you, I thought. I was admiring the warmth of the blankets from the open, sunny window when I drifted off.
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I awoke to the sound of my curtain being pulled back, or maybe it was from lights shining through my eyelids. I hesitated long enough to give a callused finger the chance to touch a lock of my hair before sitting upright and pushing the figure away fiercely. Ron didn't touch me that harshly, I knew it was not him. Adam smiled at my rebellion.
"You had better get out of here right now, Adam! McGonagall and Dumbledore know, and you should be running away before they find some real evidence here to put you away forever!" I said firmly, but in a hushed tone so as not to get anyone else's attention. I didn't want to get in trouble for having a boy in my dorm.
"Oh, I get what you're saying. You want me to leave and it would be pretty smart of me to. Fine." And he walked to the door and turned the knob. But just as I turned, sure that he had left, the lights went out. Adam had his hand on the light switch and a malicious grin on his face. "I'll leave, but tonight will be especially blissful for me and painful for you. The last time is always the worst." I tried to scream but no sound came out and Adam made quickly for me, tearing off his clothes as he walked. I pressed up against the wall, struggling to get out of his grasp, but only making it easier for him. He peeled me away from the wall and undressed me torturously slow. Then he continued to rape me for what seemed like eternity. Whenever it seemed like he was finished, I'd sigh and he would proceed to laugh mockingly and start up again. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it was over. Adam pulled me back onto my bed and fell asleep with one final triumphant laugh. I was exhausted and as I checked the clock I saw that it was four in the morning, and I had woken up at midnight. I lay my head down and no sooner did it hit the pillow that I blacked out.
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Again I was rudely awoken, but this time by a scream. I was conscious, but found that I didn't have enough strength to open my eyes. I heard a rushing to get something next to me out and a man leading whatever it was away. Then a lady with kindly and cold hands pulled a heavy goose feathered comforter over me and began to walk away, crying softly. My eyes finally opened and I moaned as remembrance of the night prior flooded into my head. The woman, Professor McGonagall turned and looked at me coming back to my bedside.
"What happened, dear?" she asked, empathy showing in her voice.
"He did it again, worse than ever. I'm glad you caught him, he was planning to run away today." I said, laying back onto the pillow and feeling the aches all over fully rejuvenate.
"Don't worry about a thing, just come with me. Hurry." Professor McGonagall said benevolently. She lead me quickly to a room full of plastic bags, containers, kitchen supplies, Ziplocs, and strangely, Tupperware. She handed me a package of plastic garbage bags and told me to put one piece of my clothing into each bag and to try not to touch it very much. I did as Professor McGonagall told me. Then, she took me to a room of sterilized equipment at the back of Madam Pomfrey's quarters. She took a handful of cotton swabs and told me to go behind the curtain at the other side of the room and swab my mouth, female parts, and anywhere else I thought he might have left a trace of semen. It was difficult and extremely embarrassing to swab certain parts of my semen-contaminated body, but I did as I was told and had it done and over with in less than five minutes. Professor McGonagall put each cotton swab into a separate baggie and told me to put a hospital gown on, the bigger the better so it wouldn't rub against my skin and smudge his fingerprints- reliable evidence. I was then led to a gargoyle near the detention rooms. Professor McGonagall walked swiftly towards it and stopped about a foot away to say "Fizzing Wizzbees". The gargoyle sprung to the side and the stone wall behind it opened to reveal a door which led to Albus Dumbledore's office. He took one look at me, standing in the doorway in a hospital gown with I'm sure an expression of discomfort and shock on my face and pointed to a chair in the corner, which promptly moved towards his desk.
"Alright, Hermione, I'm very sorry that it's happened again. Minerva, you took the clothing and semen tests for her?" Dumbledore said, sounding as though all the life in him was being let out through a small hole. Professor McGonagall nodded and he continued.
"When we came in I immediately grabbed the boy and he is in the back room of my office. It was against my usual rules to do so, but I stunned him because he was- has- caused a great threat. He has told me his story and I'm afraid that unless we get some reliable evidence, the tests you've done will have been in vain. You see, his story is that you two were going together and you- well that you wanted to have intercourse as well as him." Professor Dumbledore sighed and looked at the floor hopelessly.
I didn't know what to say. I was in such shock that I couldn't believe he might get away with it. It made sense, though, I hated to admit. If we had been sleeping together on both of our free will, then I would have semen and fingerprints on me. My clothes would have his fingerprints on them. And Ginny and Harry still thought that Adam and I had been a couple and would think we'd broken up and gotten back together. I was speechless because I knew there was no one that believed me but Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Ron. Yet Ron would be the only valid witness because teachers couldn't be witnesses and they hadn't seen it. But then, neither had Ron. No one could help me. No one. If they can't get him sent away, can't they keep him away from me at least? And won't they expel him for sleeping with me? I thought happily. No, if he won the court Hogwarts would have no reason to keep him away from me. And if they could, I gulped in spite of myself, everyone will know. The entire student body will be calling me "whore", "slut", and other terrible names and Slytherins, I didn't even want to think about Malfoy. I could almost hear him, "Look at the Mudblood who slept with Twiddles to at least get her kids some wizard blood." But they could expel Adam! My stomach flipped, but if they expel Adam for sleeping with me, they'll expel me for sleeping with Adam…
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End Of Part IV
I thought I'd add a bit of an ending. This story deals with serious topics, such as rape, depression, and suicide. If you are dealing with these feelings or things happening in your life DO NOT SUFFER QUIETLY! Tell someone you trust like a parent, counselor, friend, relative orcall a crisis line. The Hope Line (656-HOPE) has many caring people who can help you and is completely confidential.
