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Forgive and Forget

Chapter 3

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I was walking down the street; a long, black clock covered me. A hood was used to shield my face, people who passed me must either think I'm mental or I'm scary.

They were wrong however, I was only doing this because I wanted to walk alone by myself. But I knew that if I didn't wear any disguise, people would notice me and they'd probably ask for autographs and etc.

It wasn't a cold day, the wind was more like a gentle breeze, whispering untold secrets. I carried on walking.

My parents weren't at home, to which I am thankful, and Petunia's probably on the phone chatting to one of her snobby friends, no doubt comparing their latest designer clothes or jewellery. And for the first time in my life, I found myself wanting to be like her too.

I shuddered, two months ago, I would have said that I'd rather be dead than be like Petunia. People change, how true that is.

It didn't take long till I reached my destination. The police station. Hugging my clock more tightly around myself, I walked in. And to put it frankly, it was certainly different from the one I imagined.

The wallpaper was a sick yellow colour and was peeling, a steel cabinet was situated in a corner, an old desk next to it. The whole room looked very dull. Behind the desk was a female police officer. She was writing something.

I walked up to her and cleared my throat, that got her attention. She looked up and smiled a professional smile, one that doesn't reach her eyes. She looked at me expectantly, obviously waiting for me to continue.

I took off my hood and heard a slight gasp from her, it was unordinary for me to be anywhere without my bodyguards. She immediately offered her service.

"Ms Evans! How can I help you?"

I ignored her tone of voice, why does everyone treat me as if I'm a princess that deserves special treatment?

"Could it be possible for me to visit a captive by the name of James Harold Potter? I was told that he was held here." That was a lie, I guessed that he was held here, but I reckon that if I said that I was 'told' she will let me see him because she'll think that my parents gave me permission.

The officer gave me an astonished stare. I groaned inside, she must've heard about the accident. Then I kicked myself. Duh?! It's all over the papers and news, only someone who's completely cut off from the world wouldn't know.

She blinked and asked, uncertainly, "Are-are you sure, Ms Evans?"

I nodded despite myself. The truth was that I wasn't sure. I didn't even know why I was here. But I knew that I wanted to see him and talk to him without anyone around. I'm mental, now that was true.

The woman stood up and said, "follow me."

I did as she told, and walked through another door. It was even more unpleasant than the last room, I realised. The wallpaper wasn't even there. They were just . walls, plain bricks. I also realised that the room stank of smoke. A couple of male policemen were slouching on the chairs, beer cans were on the table, two empty ones were rolling around the floor. Absolutely disgusting.

The woman next to me froze, she glanced worriedly at me. Obviously wanting to know what I was thinking. I didn't express anything.

She must've took this as a good sign as she cleared her throat and one of the men looked up. He looked to be in his early twenties and had strong muscles.

"John! Can you tell Ms Evans where captive 2254 (James Harold Potter)'s cell is? She wants to visit him."

John looked at me up and down, eyes lingering at my breasts and my hips. It took all strength in me to not go over and smash his face off. Men, what are they like?!

At last, he nodded. He gestured for me to follow him and I did. We descended down stairs after stairs after stairs. It was getting darker, I realised. Finally, we reached the end of the staircases and stopped.

I looked around. Metal doors were like cubicles, blocking every cell out of view. A small barred window was placed in the middle of the doors, but no one was looking out.

He inserted the key into one of the cells and said, "it can only be up to 30 minutes, got that?"

I nodded.

He opened the door and I walked inside. I looked around. Straw, straw and more straw. That was what the floor was made of. A small bed was situated in the corner, right next to the window. I immediately knew that something was missing.

Where's Potter?

I heard a clunk behind me and turned around instinctively.

And there he stood, with the door closed behind him. His face contorted with lust.

John..

With an incredible speed, he pushed me up against the cell wall. A crash was made when the wall and my back made contact. It hurt. It didn't take me long before I realised what was going on.

"No." I whispered. The whole scene was all too familiar.

"You're a beautiful little thing, you know that?" A voice hissed into my ear, but not before a kiss was planted on my neck. "I've lusted after you for so long. I've got every single picture of you, did you know that?" Another kiss on my neck. "When I heard that Potter guy raped you I was so angry, you know? I had wanted you and so I should get the first turn, right? But I don't care, as long as I could have you now, I don't care." More kisses trailed down my neck. They were going lower and lower.

I tried to push him away from me using my hands but he was too strong. Those muscles had a lot of strength. To him, I'm probably as light as a feather.

Tears were now running down my cheeks. Why did I come here? I should've stayed at home like a good girl. I should've brought my bodyguards at least, grandma said it was necessary for my protection. Why didn't I listen?!

John's hands weren't like Potter's, they weren't gentle in the slightest. He roughly molested me and made me bleed by his rough actions. Desperately, I screamed, "HELP!"

But all he did was hurting me even harder and faster. "Shut up, you bitch. I'm gonna fuck you and there's nothing you can do about it."

I heard a zip been pulled down and gasped. "No, no, no, no.. please no." I sobbed.

BANG! BANG! BANG!!!

He stopped, I stopped. What is that, I thought.

Then I heard a snigger. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. The great Jonathon Lindfire. Need to rape someone for a fuck. My, my, how embarrassing."

The voice sounded kind of familiar, I thought. But I quickly forgot about it when John started to shake in anger.

"SHUT UP, YOU TRAMP! You don't know nothing!"

"Wait 'til I tell everyone in court what you've been up to. Hah! That'll be a laugh. Wouldn't it?! I wonder if you'll keep your job.?"

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

"Nah, you won't. Beside, you won't even beat me in a hand to hand combat so how can you kill me?"

I listen quietly. Not making a noise.

"You can't beat me! No one can!!!."

A silence. "Proof it."

"Alright, but you asked for it." Growled John.

He then zipped up his pants and stomped to the door, but not before looking back at me. "I'll finish with you later."

A clunk of the door, and he was gone. I heard the keys been turned. He locked it. Damn.

I heard a key being turned in the cell next to me and held my breath. Could that brave young man (yes, the voice was masculine) beat John, it doesn't look like it. Who can beat those muscles?

The next ten minutes was very tense. There were constant banging on the walls and lots of swearing involved. I couldn't hear what they were saying as they didn't seem to say much and when they do, it was all in whispers.

And suddenly, after ten minutes. Everything stopped. I stopped breathing.

I heard the door next to me being opened and closed again. Footsteps clanked in the hallway before they reached my cell. I watched as the key was turned again on mine and I started to shake.

I felt the time slow down as the door swung open.

I gasped.

Standing there, looking as handsome as ever. Was my rapist, my critique, and now my saviour.

James Potter.

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A/N I GOT THE FIFTH HARRY POTTER BOOK!!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, that took long. Anyway, please review to tell me what you think. I think it's pretty rubbish but you know. It's what you think that counts.

I'm sorry if you find this story about rape-love offending but I just had this idea one day and I really liked it. Sorry again. Anyway, I love you all for reviewing and thank you very much for enjoying this fic. ^^

Just reread it. IT WAS RUBBISH!!! Maybe I'll change it.

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