Ann huddled in the bathtub in the prefect's bathroom. The Gryffindor prefects had allowed her to lock herself in, knowing that something was terribly wrong but not knowing what to do for her. She ran a tub of steaming water and climbed in, still wrapped in her bathrobe. She hated to look at her body, at the scars that disfigured her thighs and hips and lower back. She rarely saw herself naked, not even from the front, since she bore the marks of Titus' fingernails and teeth across her breasts and belly. She huddled soaking wet, and sobbed herself hoarse.
"Why the tears, dearest? This should be your happiest day." She thrashed backwards in the tub, away from the silky voice. In her mindless attempt to get away, she slipped and fell into the tub, her head plunging beneath the soapy water. She panicked, flailing out with one arm to find the side of the tub.
A strong arm grasped her wrist and dragged her out of the water. The blond man from her dreams hauled her out of the tub onto the tile floor and stood, looking down at her in amusement.
"Ann. I told you. You're mine to do with what I please."
"Go away," she whimpered. "Please, go away. Leave me alone."
"I can't do that, Ann. You've forgotten what I taught you. You've become far too comfortable here. I shall speak to Draco about his lack of attention to your discipline. A true Malfoy should be able to control his...mate." Titus Malfoy sank his fingers into the sodden fabric of her robe and threw her against the marble wall. She sank to the ground, dizzy and whimpering. He loomed over her again and struck her across the face, a powerful blow that knocked her away from the wall.
"What shall it be, Ann? My belt, perhaps? Or one of those lovely beaters that I saw on the Quidditch field? Or shall we stick with our old friend?" He threw back his head in laughter as she cried out. "Oh yes. I think we've developed quite a fondness for cane, don't you agree?" He snapped his fingers, and a length of cane materialized. With his free hand, he flung her onto her knees on the hard floor, smiling at her cry of pain.
"You thought I wanted you, didn't you, my dear? Poor little Ann, so unhappy, so desperate to be loved that she fell in love with a monster. Yes, Ann. I know every thought in your lovely head. I know you yearned for me, even while I beat you. I made you love me every time I spilled your blood across my hands. Now, it's time to cash in on that misbegotten love, my dearest girl. I'll have you for my nephew." He listened to her sob for a moment. "Oh but don't worry, my sweet. I'll make sure that Draco can continue this recreation of ours."
He raised the cane and brought it whistling down across her bare thighs. She shrieked with pain. Another blow, and another. She slipped on the wet floor and her face crashed into the marble, bloodying her nose. Another blow. She couldn't take it. She screamed aloud.
"HARRY!!!"