1 Please be forewarned, this chapter gets quite a bit more graphic than the others.

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3 Chapter 4

Jordan had been wandering around Hogwarts aimlessly for some time now, his hands were burrowed in the pockets of his slacks, his eyes were glancing out each window he passed, seeing a lot of the younger students outside in the sunshine and chilly air. He hadn't been paying much attention to everything around him, and was quite startled when a young girl, about the age of 15, named Anna, came up behind him and hugged him around the waist with a giggle.

"Hi Jordan!" squealed Anna as she moved around in front of him, "what are you up to???"

He smiled half-heartedly at her, non-chalantly removing her arms that were wrapped around him, he'd gotten used to this treatment, he always had girls fawning all over him. "Nothing, Anna, just taking in the sights out of boredem."

"Oh- sounds fun," she replied with a bright smile, "I have a quick question, just curious, do you have a date to the Yule Ball yet?"

The uncomfortable feeling in his gut set in, looking down at her, "Oh, I wasn't really planning on attending this year."

Her bright smile faded slightly at this news, but she remained as cheery as possible, "Oh, well then- I hope you don't have too much fun away from the Ball without everyone else!"

At that moment, and much to Jordan's relief, Adara walked down the hall, with some boxes in her arms, she noticed Jordan in slight distress, and the young girl hanging all over him, she stopped a moment, looking to Anna. "I do believe 5th years are in Potions right now. not a good idea to be late for Professor Snape's class, I suggest you get moving Miss Hathaway, instead of fawning all over Mr. Coole here." Adara gave her a stern look before setting the boxes down.

Anna's face reddened a moment, and then realizing Adara was right, she just mumbled a "bye." to Jordan before scurrying off to her Potions class in a hurry. Jordan looked to Adara gratefully.

"Thank you!" he exclaimed with a soft sigh, "that is entirely too annoying."

Adara smirked, knowingly, before replying to him in a sarcastic tone. "Oh yes, its so horrible that all these girls fawn aaalllll over you." She reached down picking up the boxes again.

"Funny." he replied with an unamused expression, before reaching over, taking one of the boxes off her hands, to find it was completely empty and light as a feather. "Anyways, um-" his cheeks burned slightly, "are you planning on attending the Yule Ball?"

She chuckled at this, shaking her head, walking down the hall, Jordan catching up with her.

"Oh, go hang around in a big room FULL of people? I'm not into things like that, I would rather sit in my room and read in peace and quiet." She smiled to herself.

"Oh-" was simply his reply, the disappointment slightly evident in his voice, he reached over to her touching her shoulder, about to say something until he noticed her slightly jerk away from his touch. "-Adara-" he stopped walking, looking at her.

She looked slightly uncomfortable, but turned to him, a half smile on her face. "Yes Jordan-?"

Before asking what he wanted to, he led her into a deserted room just down the hall a bit, he set his box aside, then taking hers, setting it aside as well, he looked at her.

"You know, we're pretty close. Will you tell me why it is you cower from people's touch-?"

She suddenly looked much more uncomfortable then she had before, tugging at her dress slightly with her fingers, averting her eyes, she then gave a defeated sigh, looking up at him.

"I- Jordan- it's something that has plagued me since I was 9. When I was 9 I was living in an orphanage."

He looked at her, his brows furrowed in thought, wondering how bad this could possibly be, but remained silent, letting her explain.

"Well- there was one night- the end of a normal day, nothing special. I was laying in my bed- all the others were asleep, but something was keeping me awake- I could hear something, I could feel something coming nearer to me- It was then I could feel large hands turning me face down- I tried to scream- but- I was so afraid," as she spoke her eyes were locked on the floor, picturing the scene in her mind as she went, and as she pictured it, Jordan was met with the startling news that he could see it in his mind. Adara continued explaining but, her words seemed to melt away from his ears, as what he saw in his mind was explanation enough. He saw a small girl laying face down on the bed, her clothes being torn off of her by a very large figure covered in dark cloaks, somehow he instantly knew who this dark figure was that was tearing at the little girl's flesh. It was Voldemort. Jordan saw him bite into small Adara's shoulder, and watched as Voldemort spread her legs apart. He averted his eyes to her face, seeing shimmery silver tears streaking down her cheeks as she let out a soft cry of pain, as Jordan knew that Voldemort was forcing himself inside her tiny body. On the outside Jordan's fists and jaw were clenched. Voldemort was mercilessly tearing at Adara's skin, blood pouring off of her back, and from between her legs as he beat down on her viciously.

Suddenly Jordan snapped out of it with a jerk, looking at Adara's sad, but concerned face. Adara just stared at him in silence-