Ch. 7
bAN: Okay guys this chapter is every inch of its PG-13 rating. Proceed
with caution. Thank you. /b
Throughout the rest of the week, Lily continued to have outrageous flashes of power. One minute she could light a whole room with the engorgio/lumos combination spell, the next she had difficulty making a small burst of light shoot from her wand. She didn't understand it, and it was really beginning to really irk her.
She decided to head to the best place a Hogwarts student with a question could go, the library. She was dashing down the steps, when the staircase began to change. She shrieked and held on tightly. She didn't like heights and moving staircases just weren't her cup of tea.
It creaked to a stop, and Lily walked off still a little shaky. She found herself not in the library, but in a corridor unknown to her. It never ceased to amaze her how extraordinarily maze-like Hogwarts was. Once you thought you had your bearings, things simply began to change. Staircases, pictures, and rooms moved!
She was standing in a dimly lit corridor. There were a few torches hanging on the walls for lighting, but other than that it was dark. She continued down the corridor hoping to find another staircase. She couldn't help, but peer into the first classroom she passed. It wasn't familiar, but she hadn't really expected it to be.
She stopped dead in her tracks when a loud band reverberated through the hall. Immediately followed by a bloodcurdling scream.
Lily's Gryffindor instincts kicked in, and she found herself running not away from the sounds, but towards them. She stopped at a classroom near the end of the hall and peered cautiously around the corner. A young man, a seventh year she guessed, had a girl slammed up against a wall. He was holding her there by her throat.
Lily's heart screamed at her to do something that the girl was going to die. She obeyed and with her wand at the ready, rushed in.
"Get the hell off her! What's your bloody problem," She shrieked at the man. She shot "expelliarmus" at him, but to no affect.
He pivoted smoothly around, dropping the girl. Lily vaguely recognized the girl as a Slytherin fifth year. The girl slumped to the ground, clearly unconscious. Lily shot several more spells, but none of them had any more affect than the first. She was beginning to realize that this wasn't an average seventh year. Perhaps, it wasn't a seventh year at all.
"You would do well not to send any more curses at me. I am fully capable of blocking anything you could possibly send my way." The man said silkily.
Lily tried to run over and aid the girl, but the man stopped her, with a mirthless laugh.
"Not so fast, Babe," He said with a chuckle. "No need to ask what house you're from. Only a Gryffindor would charge in with so little caution." He sneered at her.
"And only a deatheater would be stupid enough to attack a student right under Albus Dumbledore's nose," She replied, sneering right back at him.
"You are a cheeky little witch, aren't you? What year are you," He said looking her up and down.
His eyes made her nervous, but she knew she couldn't show him any sign of yielding. "What does it matter to you," She asked coldly.
"You're quite a looker. Too bad about that tongue, but of course that can be fixed."
He advanced on her. Lily backed up. This wasn't looking good. She was stuck in a corridor rarely (if ever) used, her magic wasn't working, and this man was advancing on her. He pinned her in a corner and took her wand from her hand. The man threw it across the room.
Then, he pressed his body up against hers. She kicked at him, but this only caused him to push up against her harder. His hands began to grope at her breasts.
"Get off of me. Now." She said coldly, but her voice had a bit of a shake to it.
He ignored her. She began to scream and didn't plan on stopping, but he covered her mouth.
"Not so talkative now are you?" He sneered.
She bit his hand as hard as she could.
He withdrew it quickly and puncher her hard across the face. She felt a ring tear across her face. Her eyes were brimming with tears.
He whispered a spell, and she soon found she could no longer scream or make any noise for that matter.
He smiled cruelly. "That'll do the trick won't it?"
He pushed her to the floor and lay on top of her, preventing any further movement on her part. She struggled, but it was useless. His hands were back on her, but this time he began to slide them slowly under her shirt. She shivered involuntarily, much to the man's apparent amusement. His hands were now on her bare flesh, feeling her up and down.
Lily began to shake with anger and fright. The man rested his hands on her breasts squeezing and stroking. Just as he was beginning to pull her shirt over her head, she snapped.
She began to feel warmth running up and down her arms. Suddenly, the man went flying across the room and slammed violently against the wall. She heard a sickening crack and saw his shoulder sticking out strangely. Yet, she felt no pity for the man.
Lily ran to her wand on wobbly legs. She picked it up and said the binding charm, but nothing happened.
Uncertainly, she placed the wand in her pocket. Maybe she didn't need it. She had already performed one spell without it. Perhaps one more wouldn't be too much to ask. She lifted her arms and said the binding charm. She willed the warmth to come and to her surprise it obeyed.
Ropes and cords shot around the man, tying him securely.
She summoned two magical stretchers, levitated them man, and dropped him carelessly onto it. She walked over to the Slytherin girl and checked her pulse. She was still breathing, but that was all Lily could insure at the present. She levitated the girl onto the stretcher with much more precision and care than the man.
She walked down the corridor with the two stretchers floating behind her. To her good fortune, she found a staircase leading down to the first floor. She didn't recognize it, but assumed it to be a faculty hallway. As she entered it, she found herself standing before the lean tall figure of Albus Dumbledore.
"Miss Evans, are you alright?"
She nodded her head, as a tear slid down her face.
"Why don't we go up to my office? I'll handle the stretchers." With a flick of his wrist the stretchers floated away.
"Professor, that man."
"No worries, Ms. Evans. Neither of them will be leaving the infirmary until I give the say so. The man will remain tied, until I see fit to untie him."
She nodded, thinking briefly that James and Sirius were right: Dumbledore did know everything. Then her mind drifted back to the episode in the room. Not everything.
Headmaster Dumbledore walked up to a statue and said "fizzing whizbee". With that, the wall slid open, revealing a staircase. He walked up, Lily trudging behind. The Headmaster sat down at his desk and gestured for her to take a seat as well. She sat.
"Now Ms. Evans, would you like to explain to me how you came to be levitating two stretchers down the hall, without a wand might I add."
"It's a long story Headmaster."
"I have time, Child. Please start at the beginning."
Lily took a deep breath and dove right in. "Well, I keep having these abnormal flashes of. of power, Sir. One minute I can perform spells with a power that few adults can muster, then the next I'm back to average."
"Well, I'm not sure if your magic has ever been average, Ms Evans."
She smiled slightly. "Using my wand is becoming more and more difficult. It's almost easier not to use it."
She paused, and he nodded for her to continue.
"Anyways, I was going down to the library to do some research on what was happening to me, when the staircase I was standing on began to change. When I stepped off, I was in a corridor I had never been to before. There I heard a scream. I rushed over to see what was wrong and saw a man slam a girl against the wall. I ran in to try and stop him, but for some reason my wand wasn't working. None of my spells had any affect! The girl fell down unconscious. Then, he advanced on me. He pushed me up against the wall and took my wand and." She broke off, not wishing to relive the experience.
"And," Dumbledore prodded gently.
"Do I have to," She asked childishly.
"Well, if we are going to get this man convicted, then yes."
Lily nodded. She had to be strong for herself, for the girl in Slytherin. "He pushed his body against me and put his hands on me. I told him to stop, and I screamed and kicked, but no one heard me. Then, he slapped me for struggling and put a spell on me so that I couldn't make any noise. He pushed me to the floor and began to take off my shirt when, I snapped. Somehow I blasted him against a wall. I picked up my wand, but it still wasn't working. Somehow I managed to bind the man, levitate them, and conjure stretchers without my wand."
"Thank you, Ms Evans. You have been very brave. I can ask no more of you. I'll accompany you to the infirmary. We can talk more seriously about what is to happen tomorrow."
Dumbledore did indeed walk her to the infirmary. He whispered something to Madame Pomfrey and left with a bow.
Madame Pomfrey bustled over to Lily. She winced at Lily's swollen eye and the gash just above it.
"Poor Dear." She whispered, as she began to search her cabinets. She pulled out a small thermometer-looking gadget, and began to wave it all over Lily's body. If it was waved over an injury the machine would beep loudly. Thus allowing Madame Pomfrey to find out what she needed to heal without invading Lily's privacy.
By the end of her search Madame Pomfrey concluded that Lily was suffering from a handful of bruises and two broken ribs, not to mention a broken heart.
"It's always such a shame to see girls lose their innocence this way." Madame Pomfrey said solemnly. "If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here for you."
Lily mouthed words, but no sound came out. "H-how'd you know?! Did Dumbledore tell you?" She finally managed.
"He didn't have to, dear. I've been a nurse for several years now, and it hasn't all been sunshine and daisies." She paused, as if deciding something. Then she plunged on, "In fact, I was almost raped when I was fourteen too."
Lily looked aghast. Madame Pomfrey nodded.
"Just know that you aren't alone. Now with that said, I think you should be getting some rest, while I try and heal this mess," She said, handing Lily a goblet of dreamless sleep potion.
Lily drank it gratefully, and fell back against her pillow, in a clear, undaunted sleep.
AN: I warned ya! So don't be angry! I didn't actually plan for this to happen, it just kind of did. But I've decided it really works into my plot nicely. Please, oh please, read and review! This is the first thing I have ever written like this so hopefully it isn't too bad.
Many-a-thanks to just a girl, Desiree, Kestrel the Johdila, moonlight and midnight an, and Shorti! If I have forgotten to list you, I am terribly sorry!
Musicizdbest- You know us Americans.easily amused! Lol! Paper crowns, right up our alley! Lol jk! I actually got the kind you can fill yourself. *Grin* By the way: Do you play an instrument or sing or something? J/W because of you penname.
Throughout the rest of the week, Lily continued to have outrageous flashes of power. One minute she could light a whole room with the engorgio/lumos combination spell, the next she had difficulty making a small burst of light shoot from her wand. She didn't understand it, and it was really beginning to really irk her.
She decided to head to the best place a Hogwarts student with a question could go, the library. She was dashing down the steps, when the staircase began to change. She shrieked and held on tightly. She didn't like heights and moving staircases just weren't her cup of tea.
It creaked to a stop, and Lily walked off still a little shaky. She found herself not in the library, but in a corridor unknown to her. It never ceased to amaze her how extraordinarily maze-like Hogwarts was. Once you thought you had your bearings, things simply began to change. Staircases, pictures, and rooms moved!
She was standing in a dimly lit corridor. There were a few torches hanging on the walls for lighting, but other than that it was dark. She continued down the corridor hoping to find another staircase. She couldn't help, but peer into the first classroom she passed. It wasn't familiar, but she hadn't really expected it to be.
She stopped dead in her tracks when a loud band reverberated through the hall. Immediately followed by a bloodcurdling scream.
Lily's Gryffindor instincts kicked in, and she found herself running not away from the sounds, but towards them. She stopped at a classroom near the end of the hall and peered cautiously around the corner. A young man, a seventh year she guessed, had a girl slammed up against a wall. He was holding her there by her throat.
Lily's heart screamed at her to do something that the girl was going to die. She obeyed and with her wand at the ready, rushed in.
"Get the hell off her! What's your bloody problem," She shrieked at the man. She shot "expelliarmus" at him, but to no affect.
He pivoted smoothly around, dropping the girl. Lily vaguely recognized the girl as a Slytherin fifth year. The girl slumped to the ground, clearly unconscious. Lily shot several more spells, but none of them had any more affect than the first. She was beginning to realize that this wasn't an average seventh year. Perhaps, it wasn't a seventh year at all.
"You would do well not to send any more curses at me. I am fully capable of blocking anything you could possibly send my way." The man said silkily.
Lily tried to run over and aid the girl, but the man stopped her, with a mirthless laugh.
"Not so fast, Babe," He said with a chuckle. "No need to ask what house you're from. Only a Gryffindor would charge in with so little caution." He sneered at her.
"And only a deatheater would be stupid enough to attack a student right under Albus Dumbledore's nose," She replied, sneering right back at him.
"You are a cheeky little witch, aren't you? What year are you," He said looking her up and down.
His eyes made her nervous, but she knew she couldn't show him any sign of yielding. "What does it matter to you," She asked coldly.
"You're quite a looker. Too bad about that tongue, but of course that can be fixed."
He advanced on her. Lily backed up. This wasn't looking good. She was stuck in a corridor rarely (if ever) used, her magic wasn't working, and this man was advancing on her. He pinned her in a corner and took her wand from her hand. The man threw it across the room.
Then, he pressed his body up against hers. She kicked at him, but this only caused him to push up against her harder. His hands began to grope at her breasts.
"Get off of me. Now." She said coldly, but her voice had a bit of a shake to it.
He ignored her. She began to scream and didn't plan on stopping, but he covered her mouth.
"Not so talkative now are you?" He sneered.
She bit his hand as hard as she could.
He withdrew it quickly and puncher her hard across the face. She felt a ring tear across her face. Her eyes were brimming with tears.
He whispered a spell, and she soon found she could no longer scream or make any noise for that matter.
He smiled cruelly. "That'll do the trick won't it?"
He pushed her to the floor and lay on top of her, preventing any further movement on her part. She struggled, but it was useless. His hands were back on her, but this time he began to slide them slowly under her shirt. She shivered involuntarily, much to the man's apparent amusement. His hands were now on her bare flesh, feeling her up and down.
Lily began to shake with anger and fright. The man rested his hands on her breasts squeezing and stroking. Just as he was beginning to pull her shirt over her head, she snapped.
She began to feel warmth running up and down her arms. Suddenly, the man went flying across the room and slammed violently against the wall. She heard a sickening crack and saw his shoulder sticking out strangely. Yet, she felt no pity for the man.
Lily ran to her wand on wobbly legs. She picked it up and said the binding charm, but nothing happened.
Uncertainly, she placed the wand in her pocket. Maybe she didn't need it. She had already performed one spell without it. Perhaps one more wouldn't be too much to ask. She lifted her arms and said the binding charm. She willed the warmth to come and to her surprise it obeyed.
Ropes and cords shot around the man, tying him securely.
She summoned two magical stretchers, levitated them man, and dropped him carelessly onto it. She walked over to the Slytherin girl and checked her pulse. She was still breathing, but that was all Lily could insure at the present. She levitated the girl onto the stretcher with much more precision and care than the man.
She walked down the corridor with the two stretchers floating behind her. To her good fortune, she found a staircase leading down to the first floor. She didn't recognize it, but assumed it to be a faculty hallway. As she entered it, she found herself standing before the lean tall figure of Albus Dumbledore.
"Miss Evans, are you alright?"
She nodded her head, as a tear slid down her face.
"Why don't we go up to my office? I'll handle the stretchers." With a flick of his wrist the stretchers floated away.
"Professor, that man."
"No worries, Ms. Evans. Neither of them will be leaving the infirmary until I give the say so. The man will remain tied, until I see fit to untie him."
She nodded, thinking briefly that James and Sirius were right: Dumbledore did know everything. Then her mind drifted back to the episode in the room. Not everything.
Headmaster Dumbledore walked up to a statue and said "fizzing whizbee". With that, the wall slid open, revealing a staircase. He walked up, Lily trudging behind. The Headmaster sat down at his desk and gestured for her to take a seat as well. She sat.
"Now Ms. Evans, would you like to explain to me how you came to be levitating two stretchers down the hall, without a wand might I add."
"It's a long story Headmaster."
"I have time, Child. Please start at the beginning."
Lily took a deep breath and dove right in. "Well, I keep having these abnormal flashes of. of power, Sir. One minute I can perform spells with a power that few adults can muster, then the next I'm back to average."
"Well, I'm not sure if your magic has ever been average, Ms Evans."
She smiled slightly. "Using my wand is becoming more and more difficult. It's almost easier not to use it."
She paused, and he nodded for her to continue.
"Anyways, I was going down to the library to do some research on what was happening to me, when the staircase I was standing on began to change. When I stepped off, I was in a corridor I had never been to before. There I heard a scream. I rushed over to see what was wrong and saw a man slam a girl against the wall. I ran in to try and stop him, but for some reason my wand wasn't working. None of my spells had any affect! The girl fell down unconscious. Then, he advanced on me. He pushed me up against the wall and took my wand and." She broke off, not wishing to relive the experience.
"And," Dumbledore prodded gently.
"Do I have to," She asked childishly.
"Well, if we are going to get this man convicted, then yes."
Lily nodded. She had to be strong for herself, for the girl in Slytherin. "He pushed his body against me and put his hands on me. I told him to stop, and I screamed and kicked, but no one heard me. Then, he slapped me for struggling and put a spell on me so that I couldn't make any noise. He pushed me to the floor and began to take off my shirt when, I snapped. Somehow I blasted him against a wall. I picked up my wand, but it still wasn't working. Somehow I managed to bind the man, levitate them, and conjure stretchers without my wand."
"Thank you, Ms Evans. You have been very brave. I can ask no more of you. I'll accompany you to the infirmary. We can talk more seriously about what is to happen tomorrow."
Dumbledore did indeed walk her to the infirmary. He whispered something to Madame Pomfrey and left with a bow.
Madame Pomfrey bustled over to Lily. She winced at Lily's swollen eye and the gash just above it.
"Poor Dear." She whispered, as she began to search her cabinets. She pulled out a small thermometer-looking gadget, and began to wave it all over Lily's body. If it was waved over an injury the machine would beep loudly. Thus allowing Madame Pomfrey to find out what she needed to heal without invading Lily's privacy.
By the end of her search Madame Pomfrey concluded that Lily was suffering from a handful of bruises and two broken ribs, not to mention a broken heart.
"It's always such a shame to see girls lose their innocence this way." Madame Pomfrey said solemnly. "If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here for you."
Lily mouthed words, but no sound came out. "H-how'd you know?! Did Dumbledore tell you?" She finally managed.
"He didn't have to, dear. I've been a nurse for several years now, and it hasn't all been sunshine and daisies." She paused, as if deciding something. Then she plunged on, "In fact, I was almost raped when I was fourteen too."
Lily looked aghast. Madame Pomfrey nodded.
"Just know that you aren't alone. Now with that said, I think you should be getting some rest, while I try and heal this mess," She said, handing Lily a goblet of dreamless sleep potion.
Lily drank it gratefully, and fell back against her pillow, in a clear, undaunted sleep.
AN: I warned ya! So don't be angry! I didn't actually plan for this to happen, it just kind of did. But I've decided it really works into my plot nicely. Please, oh please, read and review! This is the first thing I have ever written like this so hopefully it isn't too bad.
Many-a-thanks to just a girl, Desiree, Kestrel the Johdila, moonlight and midnight an, and Shorti! If I have forgotten to list you, I am terribly sorry!
Musicizdbest- You know us Americans.easily amused! Lol! Paper crowns, right up our alley! Lol jk! I actually got the kind you can fill yourself. *Grin* By the way: Do you play an instrument or sing or something? J/W because of you penname.