An other chapter, yet again. I can't promise i'll always be updating so
often all the time though.
. you fairly know to whom everything belongs so.
Chapter 7: fainting
Waking up on Saturday morning, Hermione felt somewhat confused. She felt even more ashamed of having been raped. again. but at the same time, relieved that she would finally know about her rapist, then go to Dumbledore and get him expelled.
She dressed in fluffy clothing, a pair of comfortable jeans and a pale blue knitted turtle neck that Mrs Weasley gad offered her last Christmas, sneakers and she pulled her hair into a high but messy bun.
Today, everyone would stay at Hogwarts since Hogsmeade trips had been cancelled for the whole year. Today, she would have the chance to see everybody because no one was aloud outside either, due to the storm that was raging outside since the morning. No one would escape her view. Raging down the stairs, she ran into someone.
"Oh, sorry Harry!" she said, recognizing her friend, even with his back facing her.
"Oh, Hi Hermione, feeling better today?" he said, cheerfully, turning around to face her.
"THUMP"
Hermione fell on her knees in front of Harry who was incredulously staring at her.
Her eyes widened to an abnormal state and she grew whiter than she already was, if that was humanly possible.
"What's wrong?!" he said, agitated and concerned while searching around him for what had caused her to crumble like that on the floor.
She fearfully pointed his left cheek and he calmed down.
"Oh, that scar! It's awful, isn't it. I woke up with it this morning and I haven't got a clue as to how I got it." He said, sounding perfectly innocent. He pulled her to her feet, grabbed her hand and pulled her all the way to the great hall.
Too weak and too much under the shock to protest to anything, she followed him to the great hall. She didn't talk for the remaining distance that separated them from the great hall.
Harry opened the doors and everybody turned to face the new arrivals as none else was missing for breakfast.
Hermione's eyes rolled back as she fainted and crumbled into Harry's strong arms.
*****
He heard her running away. He knew something was wrong as he approached the site where he had heard the sound.
"SHIT" he said as he found his "tool" student, stupefixed on the dungeon floor. He levitated him to a room, trying to rip off the strides of his own long black hair from his face.
"Malfoy Manor" the men said, sticking his face into the fire place with the use of floo powder.
"What is it again" Lucius Malfoy's cold voice shouted to the face in his office's fire place
"She stupefixed him Lucius. That bloody Granger stupefixed him and ran away! It's a chance she didn't think of looking at his face but I heard her use the stacio spell. He's got a FUCKIN scar on his face. We can't possibly hide him for a full week, it'll be too suspicious!"
"Calm down. He's got a scar on the face you say?!"
"Yeah!"
"What's it like."
"Like three long nail traces on his left cheek."
"The stacio spell you say. That mudblood is for sure full of surprises."
"********* (mumbles)"
"What did you say?"
"Nothing Lucius. But what do I do now?!"
"Wait here and I'll ask our lord about it."
Minutes past before Lucius came back.
"How's he now." Lucuis asked, not really giving a damn about the boy, except for the well being of the dark lord's plan.
"Still under the imperiatus curse but I reckon he's gonna try and fight it sooner or later."
"Well, make him move and go around the castle. If he's gonna have that scar for a week, then so will everyone else in school." Lucius said, dismissing him.
*****
Hermione woke up in the middle of the afternoon, sweaty, on a bed in the hospital wing, a lot of faces staring down at her.
Looking green like she was gonna throw up, if she had anything to throw up that is, they all backed up.
"Everyone of you go away, the poor girl needs to rest. Yes, even you, Dumbledore. If there's anything, I'll call you." Mme Pomfrey's voice resounded, full of authority.
"You go back to sleep my dear. When you wake up, we'll talk about your eating habits which, I suppose are partly responsible for that white face of yours, just as much as your fainting."
Not wanting to say anything, Hermione lay back down and drifted off to sleep as soon as her eyes wee closed.
*****
flashback
She had been so shocked to find out Harry had that scar. She just couldn't believe it. Harry couldn't be her rapist, he had always protected her. It just couldn't be him. Yet, he had the scar she had made him the night before.
Staring blankly in front of her, she felt someone grabbing her under her arms and pulling her somewhere. It took her moments before she realized that Harry was actually taking her to the great hall.
There was no way she'd escape this one, no way she could get help. What would she say, going to Dumbledore: "Hey, professor, my best friend here has raped me twice this week, and physically injured me though we've been friends ever since we got here?!" No, certainly not. There was nothing she could do and she hated that, not being in control of the situation.
She was fighting with herself within her brain and within her heart as to what she should be doing when Harry opened the door to the dinning hall. Thousands of eyes were staring at her as she noticed that every living male, from the most insignificant student to all the professors, that including pr. Snape, pr. Mallow, the new DADA teacher, pr. Flitwick, even Dumbledore, Filch and Hagrid for goodness' sake. They all had that exact scar. Three nail tracks, about two inches long in the middle of the left cheek. No, it's not today she would know who her rapist was. Then, she just fainted.
End flashback
*********
IMPORTANT NOTE FROM ME: The rapist, under the imperiatus curse, used a spell on every male in the castle to copy his own scar on their left cheek. Doing that, all their scars couldn't fade away, be healed of hidden until his own would.
. you fairly know to whom everything belongs so.
Chapter 7: fainting
Waking up on Saturday morning, Hermione felt somewhat confused. She felt even more ashamed of having been raped. again. but at the same time, relieved that she would finally know about her rapist, then go to Dumbledore and get him expelled.
She dressed in fluffy clothing, a pair of comfortable jeans and a pale blue knitted turtle neck that Mrs Weasley gad offered her last Christmas, sneakers and she pulled her hair into a high but messy bun.
Today, everyone would stay at Hogwarts since Hogsmeade trips had been cancelled for the whole year. Today, she would have the chance to see everybody because no one was aloud outside either, due to the storm that was raging outside since the morning. No one would escape her view. Raging down the stairs, she ran into someone.
"Oh, sorry Harry!" she said, recognizing her friend, even with his back facing her.
"Oh, Hi Hermione, feeling better today?" he said, cheerfully, turning around to face her.
"THUMP"
Hermione fell on her knees in front of Harry who was incredulously staring at her.
Her eyes widened to an abnormal state and she grew whiter than she already was, if that was humanly possible.
"What's wrong?!" he said, agitated and concerned while searching around him for what had caused her to crumble like that on the floor.
She fearfully pointed his left cheek and he calmed down.
"Oh, that scar! It's awful, isn't it. I woke up with it this morning and I haven't got a clue as to how I got it." He said, sounding perfectly innocent. He pulled her to her feet, grabbed her hand and pulled her all the way to the great hall.
Too weak and too much under the shock to protest to anything, she followed him to the great hall. She didn't talk for the remaining distance that separated them from the great hall.
Harry opened the doors and everybody turned to face the new arrivals as none else was missing for breakfast.
Hermione's eyes rolled back as she fainted and crumbled into Harry's strong arms.
*****
He heard her running away. He knew something was wrong as he approached the site where he had heard the sound.
"SHIT" he said as he found his "tool" student, stupefixed on the dungeon floor. He levitated him to a room, trying to rip off the strides of his own long black hair from his face.
"Malfoy Manor" the men said, sticking his face into the fire place with the use of floo powder.
"What is it again" Lucius Malfoy's cold voice shouted to the face in his office's fire place
"She stupefixed him Lucius. That bloody Granger stupefixed him and ran away! It's a chance she didn't think of looking at his face but I heard her use the stacio spell. He's got a FUCKIN scar on his face. We can't possibly hide him for a full week, it'll be too suspicious!"
"Calm down. He's got a scar on the face you say?!"
"Yeah!"
"What's it like."
"Like three long nail traces on his left cheek."
"The stacio spell you say. That mudblood is for sure full of surprises."
"********* (mumbles)"
"What did you say?"
"Nothing Lucius. But what do I do now?!"
"Wait here and I'll ask our lord about it."
Minutes past before Lucius came back.
"How's he now." Lucuis asked, not really giving a damn about the boy, except for the well being of the dark lord's plan.
"Still under the imperiatus curse but I reckon he's gonna try and fight it sooner or later."
"Well, make him move and go around the castle. If he's gonna have that scar for a week, then so will everyone else in school." Lucius said, dismissing him.
*****
Hermione woke up in the middle of the afternoon, sweaty, on a bed in the hospital wing, a lot of faces staring down at her.
Looking green like she was gonna throw up, if she had anything to throw up that is, they all backed up.
"Everyone of you go away, the poor girl needs to rest. Yes, even you, Dumbledore. If there's anything, I'll call you." Mme Pomfrey's voice resounded, full of authority.
"You go back to sleep my dear. When you wake up, we'll talk about your eating habits which, I suppose are partly responsible for that white face of yours, just as much as your fainting."
Not wanting to say anything, Hermione lay back down and drifted off to sleep as soon as her eyes wee closed.
*****
flashback
She had been so shocked to find out Harry had that scar. She just couldn't believe it. Harry couldn't be her rapist, he had always protected her. It just couldn't be him. Yet, he had the scar she had made him the night before.
Staring blankly in front of her, she felt someone grabbing her under her arms and pulling her somewhere. It took her moments before she realized that Harry was actually taking her to the great hall.
There was no way she'd escape this one, no way she could get help. What would she say, going to Dumbledore: "Hey, professor, my best friend here has raped me twice this week, and physically injured me though we've been friends ever since we got here?!" No, certainly not. There was nothing she could do and she hated that, not being in control of the situation.
She was fighting with herself within her brain and within her heart as to what she should be doing when Harry opened the door to the dinning hall. Thousands of eyes were staring at her as she noticed that every living male, from the most insignificant student to all the professors, that including pr. Snape, pr. Mallow, the new DADA teacher, pr. Flitwick, even Dumbledore, Filch and Hagrid for goodness' sake. They all had that exact scar. Three nail tracks, about two inches long in the middle of the left cheek. No, it's not today she would know who her rapist was. Then, she just fainted.
End flashback
*********
IMPORTANT NOTE FROM ME: The rapist, under the imperiatus curse, used a spell on every male in the castle to copy his own scar on their left cheek. Doing that, all their scars couldn't fade away, be healed of hidden until his own would.