A/N: this is rated R for content. This chapter has made the story 24½ pages
long with out the author's notes!
Thanks to my mod-buddy Sandra for reading this!! Even when busy with her own kid and hubby and moving across town and everything else that happens in the lives of special needs parents, she found the time to read this and IM me her thoughts. *kiss kiss* I love ya, hon!!
Thanks also to Botan for reading all nine chapters in one sitting and still wanting more!!
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Chapter Ten
The morning sickness was terrible. I sweet-talked a house elf into leaving some butter crackers and a glass of water on the table by my bed every morning. I had to nibble on something before I could even sit up. It was terrible. I was queasy for about two hours afterwards. Then, almost instantly, just as my second trimester started in the beginning of February, the queasiness left, though I took it easy for another couple weeks.
Breakfast on the fourteenth was busy. Owls filled the air, delivering letters, cards and gifts from family and friends. My parents sent a box of chocolate frogs and a jar of peanut butter. I have had a craving for the frogs dipped in peanut butter. I got cards from the other girls in my dorm and a few of the younger ones, too. The Marauders', as they have named themselves, each sent a card, even James, though he hasn't spoken to me much since Christmas. Then, just as people were finishing up and starting to leave, I received me Valentine's gift from Severus, a single red rose. James, Sirius, and Peter teased me all day over it.
I went to bed on the twenty-eighth knowing that tomorrow was my sixteenth birthday. I smiled as a curled onto my side and closed my eyes. Since technically I only had a birthday once every four years, when February twenty-ninth actually came around, it was pretty special. This year, though, my birthday fell on a Tuesday. That evening I would be making a potion in the dungeon with Severus. That alone made the day extra special.
Owls drowned me at the breakfast table. Every family member back home sent a card or a gift. Sirius got me a well of expensive imported indigo blue ink and a dyed-to-match quill. Peter and James pitched in together to get me a fur liner for my winter cloak. All of the Gryffindors signed a card for me and had an owl deliver it.
Classes dragged by all day long. Even snickering in Potions with Severus didn't speed that class up any. tick tock tick tock The clocks all seemed to move in slow motion. I went outdoors at lunchtime and headed towards the lake. Just short of the muddy bank I stopped and stared at the water. Finally I threw my hands up and my head back and screamed just for the hell of it. I screamed and hollered and yelled until my throat started hurting and I ran out of breath. Then I drew in a deep breath and composed myself again. I was ready to face the second half of this long, dreary day.
The last four classes dragged just as slow as the first two. Finally it was dinnertime and everyone converged at their House tables. Dinner itself went rather the same as any other dinner, people joking and pushing and laughing and yelling as normal. Finally, it was over. I headed to the dungeons for my Potions homework. Severus was minutes behind me. The experiments went like they have the past couple months, homework thrown into our snogging at odd intervals. Finally even that was completed and it was time to crash in my bed to end the day.
Sleep came peacefully and easily that night. But soon a crashing sound awoke me up. I opened my eyes and looked at my clock. Quarter to eleven. I listened carefully but heard nothing. My eyes fluttered close and started back to sleep. Just short of Lala land, I heard a raspy whisper, "Petrificus totalus," and my body stiffened immediately. I was also now wide-awake and as alert as I could be.
Instantly I felt several rough hands wrap me in my sheet. I was carried to the broken window and handed out to someone down below. When my other captor crawled out and joined us, we appariated away from my house and to God knows where. Even if my eyes weren't covered by the sheet, I wouldn't have seen where we where; it was too dark.
I could hear voices, murmuring somewhere ahead of us. I was stood and returned to my normal self. I tried fighting the sheet off of me but couldn't. One of my captors held me still while the other gagged me with a strip of sheet he ripped off. Another strip was torn and used to bind my hands behind my back. Here I felt sparks but saw nothing. The captor yelped in pain and avoided touching me again. The ground beneath my socked feet felt like a hardwood floor. I was in someone's house!! But who's?
I was poked in the back and forced to start walking. I went hesitantly, not being able to see anything. One captor stood on either side of me and held my arms. They didn't slow down for me, so I had no choice but to trust that they wouldn't let me fall or run into anything.
We stopped at the top of some stairs. The guy on my left quietly knocked three times on the doorjamb and waited. The talking in the room stopped and I could hear people shifting to look at us.
A cold voice beckoned us to enter. I stumbled on the doorstop a bit, enough for a few people to snicker. "Sit her here," the voice said. I was pushed onto what felt like an ottoman. I sat there, back straight, and waited. I felt someone stand up from the chair in front of me and slowly walk around the ottoman I was on. "Hmm, yes, she's the one." The cold voice sent creepy shivers down my spine whenever I heard it. "Dim the lights!!" he yelled; feet scurried as people obeyed.
My blindfold was removed. I was in a rather large and stately bedroom. About ten, twelve masked people where standing around. One had a wand pointed at me. My wrist binds were removed. I turned and saw a face. Under normal conditions, he would have been handsome. But his face was drawn thin and extremely pale. His eyes were blood red. "Welcome, Alexandria," he said. "You have finally joined our little party. Make yourself comfortable, please." I didn't move.
"You are destined for the greatest honor anyone could have," the cold voice murmured to me. "You," he spoke louder and pointed to one of the masked people to my right, " light the fireplace. I want it warm in here." He turned back to me. "She's no good to me if she's cold," he sneered. The fireplace was lite with a huge fire and the room soon warmed to an uncomfortable temperature. Sweat soon was dripping down the sides of my face.
"She's sweating," he said. "Maybe we should help her out of her cloak." At that command, someone stood me up while someone else removed my cloak. It was hung with exaggerated care on a hook near the door. I was plopped unceremoniously back on the ottoman.
"Clear the way. I don't want to postpone the ceremony any more than necessary. Things must be done. We have a schedule to follow." People scrambled to do his bidding. The drapes around the bed were tied back. The covers were removed and tossed onto a chair in the corner. The curtains were opened so the new moon was seen, pale against the black clear night.
Two of the minions in the room grabbed me by my arms. I sparked at their touch but they held on tightly. They stood me back on my feet. A third person tried to remove my pajama pants, but the blue sparks shocked them enough to toss them about five feet away. Someone else tried, giving me a dirty, 'don't-you-dare-try-it-again' look. The sparks were seen but this person also held tight. I was sensing nothing from anyone's mind, almost like they had emptied their minds before I was brought here.
I started struggling, fighting and yelling. The man with the red eyes cast the Silencing Charm on me, shutting me up. As soon as my pants were thrown on top of the bed covers in the chair, my two captors picked me up and carried me by my arms to the bed. Still I struggled. My socked feet did no damage when I kicked them. I couldn't twist my hands around enough to scratch anyone. But I wiggled and fought as hard as I could. I even tried once to bite someone's arm and was punched in the temple for it.
I was thrown on the bed and held by one arm. Someone on the other side grabbed my other one and held it down, too. Still I struggled, knowing I was doing no good. I had to fight. Everything in me screamed to fight.
My arms were held. My feet were grabbed by what felt like four or five people. I kept kicking and thrashing and yelling, even though I was hurting no one and none could hear me. My throat was still raw from lunch and this wasn't helping.
The man with the red eyes stood at the foot of the bed. I was sat up and some pillows were shoved behind me to prop me up a bit. No one spoke; the only sounds were everyone breathing and the fire crackling. A clock chimed the eleventh hour and everyone was still. I continued to fight but they held on tight.
The man with the red eyes took off his cloak and let it drop to the floor. He was naked underneath. He stood there smiling, staring at me, his manhood hardening at whatever lurid thoughts that were in his head. Finally, he climbed over the footboard and up the bed towards me. I struggled still. Another person helped to hold down each of my arms and the ones holding my legs spread them for their master.
The Silencing Charm wore off as he entered my body.
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Thanks to my mod-buddy Sandra for reading this!! Even when busy with her own kid and hubby and moving across town and everything else that happens in the lives of special needs parents, she found the time to read this and IM me her thoughts. *kiss kiss* I love ya, hon!!
Thanks also to Botan for reading all nine chapters in one sitting and still wanting more!!
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Chapter Ten
The morning sickness was terrible. I sweet-talked a house elf into leaving some butter crackers and a glass of water on the table by my bed every morning. I had to nibble on something before I could even sit up. It was terrible. I was queasy for about two hours afterwards. Then, almost instantly, just as my second trimester started in the beginning of February, the queasiness left, though I took it easy for another couple weeks.
Breakfast on the fourteenth was busy. Owls filled the air, delivering letters, cards and gifts from family and friends. My parents sent a box of chocolate frogs and a jar of peanut butter. I have had a craving for the frogs dipped in peanut butter. I got cards from the other girls in my dorm and a few of the younger ones, too. The Marauders', as they have named themselves, each sent a card, even James, though he hasn't spoken to me much since Christmas. Then, just as people were finishing up and starting to leave, I received me Valentine's gift from Severus, a single red rose. James, Sirius, and Peter teased me all day over it.
I went to bed on the twenty-eighth knowing that tomorrow was my sixteenth birthday. I smiled as a curled onto my side and closed my eyes. Since technically I only had a birthday once every four years, when February twenty-ninth actually came around, it was pretty special. This year, though, my birthday fell on a Tuesday. That evening I would be making a potion in the dungeon with Severus. That alone made the day extra special.
Owls drowned me at the breakfast table. Every family member back home sent a card or a gift. Sirius got me a well of expensive imported indigo blue ink and a dyed-to-match quill. Peter and James pitched in together to get me a fur liner for my winter cloak. All of the Gryffindors signed a card for me and had an owl deliver it.
Classes dragged by all day long. Even snickering in Potions with Severus didn't speed that class up any. tick tock tick tock The clocks all seemed to move in slow motion. I went outdoors at lunchtime and headed towards the lake. Just short of the muddy bank I stopped and stared at the water. Finally I threw my hands up and my head back and screamed just for the hell of it. I screamed and hollered and yelled until my throat started hurting and I ran out of breath. Then I drew in a deep breath and composed myself again. I was ready to face the second half of this long, dreary day.
The last four classes dragged just as slow as the first two. Finally it was dinnertime and everyone converged at their House tables. Dinner itself went rather the same as any other dinner, people joking and pushing and laughing and yelling as normal. Finally, it was over. I headed to the dungeons for my Potions homework. Severus was minutes behind me. The experiments went like they have the past couple months, homework thrown into our snogging at odd intervals. Finally even that was completed and it was time to crash in my bed to end the day.
Sleep came peacefully and easily that night. But soon a crashing sound awoke me up. I opened my eyes and looked at my clock. Quarter to eleven. I listened carefully but heard nothing. My eyes fluttered close and started back to sleep. Just short of Lala land, I heard a raspy whisper, "Petrificus totalus," and my body stiffened immediately. I was also now wide-awake and as alert as I could be.
Instantly I felt several rough hands wrap me in my sheet. I was carried to the broken window and handed out to someone down below. When my other captor crawled out and joined us, we appariated away from my house and to God knows where. Even if my eyes weren't covered by the sheet, I wouldn't have seen where we where; it was too dark.
I could hear voices, murmuring somewhere ahead of us. I was stood and returned to my normal self. I tried fighting the sheet off of me but couldn't. One of my captors held me still while the other gagged me with a strip of sheet he ripped off. Another strip was torn and used to bind my hands behind my back. Here I felt sparks but saw nothing. The captor yelped in pain and avoided touching me again. The ground beneath my socked feet felt like a hardwood floor. I was in someone's house!! But who's?
I was poked in the back and forced to start walking. I went hesitantly, not being able to see anything. One captor stood on either side of me and held my arms. They didn't slow down for me, so I had no choice but to trust that they wouldn't let me fall or run into anything.
We stopped at the top of some stairs. The guy on my left quietly knocked three times on the doorjamb and waited. The talking in the room stopped and I could hear people shifting to look at us.
A cold voice beckoned us to enter. I stumbled on the doorstop a bit, enough for a few people to snicker. "Sit her here," the voice said. I was pushed onto what felt like an ottoman. I sat there, back straight, and waited. I felt someone stand up from the chair in front of me and slowly walk around the ottoman I was on. "Hmm, yes, she's the one." The cold voice sent creepy shivers down my spine whenever I heard it. "Dim the lights!!" he yelled; feet scurried as people obeyed.
My blindfold was removed. I was in a rather large and stately bedroom. About ten, twelve masked people where standing around. One had a wand pointed at me. My wrist binds were removed. I turned and saw a face. Under normal conditions, he would have been handsome. But his face was drawn thin and extremely pale. His eyes were blood red. "Welcome, Alexandria," he said. "You have finally joined our little party. Make yourself comfortable, please." I didn't move.
"You are destined for the greatest honor anyone could have," the cold voice murmured to me. "You," he spoke louder and pointed to one of the masked people to my right, " light the fireplace. I want it warm in here." He turned back to me. "She's no good to me if she's cold," he sneered. The fireplace was lite with a huge fire and the room soon warmed to an uncomfortable temperature. Sweat soon was dripping down the sides of my face.
"She's sweating," he said. "Maybe we should help her out of her cloak." At that command, someone stood me up while someone else removed my cloak. It was hung with exaggerated care on a hook near the door. I was plopped unceremoniously back on the ottoman.
"Clear the way. I don't want to postpone the ceremony any more than necessary. Things must be done. We have a schedule to follow." People scrambled to do his bidding. The drapes around the bed were tied back. The covers were removed and tossed onto a chair in the corner. The curtains were opened so the new moon was seen, pale against the black clear night.
Two of the minions in the room grabbed me by my arms. I sparked at their touch but they held on tightly. They stood me back on my feet. A third person tried to remove my pajama pants, but the blue sparks shocked them enough to toss them about five feet away. Someone else tried, giving me a dirty, 'don't-you-dare-try-it-again' look. The sparks were seen but this person also held tight. I was sensing nothing from anyone's mind, almost like they had emptied their minds before I was brought here.
I started struggling, fighting and yelling. The man with the red eyes cast the Silencing Charm on me, shutting me up. As soon as my pants were thrown on top of the bed covers in the chair, my two captors picked me up and carried me by my arms to the bed. Still I struggled. My socked feet did no damage when I kicked them. I couldn't twist my hands around enough to scratch anyone. But I wiggled and fought as hard as I could. I even tried once to bite someone's arm and was punched in the temple for it.
I was thrown on the bed and held by one arm. Someone on the other side grabbed my other one and held it down, too. Still I struggled, knowing I was doing no good. I had to fight. Everything in me screamed to fight.
My arms were held. My feet were grabbed by what felt like four or five people. I kept kicking and thrashing and yelling, even though I was hurting no one and none could hear me. My throat was still raw from lunch and this wasn't helping.
The man with the red eyes stood at the foot of the bed. I was sat up and some pillows were shoved behind me to prop me up a bit. No one spoke; the only sounds were everyone breathing and the fire crackling. A clock chimed the eleventh hour and everyone was still. I continued to fight but they held on tight.
The man with the red eyes took off his cloak and let it drop to the floor. He was naked underneath. He stood there smiling, staring at me, his manhood hardening at whatever lurid thoughts that were in his head. Finally, he climbed over the footboard and up the bed towards me. I struggled still. Another person helped to hold down each of my arms and the ones holding my legs spread them for their master.
The Silencing Charm wore off as he entered my body.
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