A/N: Wow. I didn't expect people to ask me to continue this. ^^; But anyway. I forgot to mention in the last chapter that I had been planning on that to be a one-shot side story to a longer series of fics (well…MSTs…of the HP books….you want to read, go to my ff.net bio page and then click on the link to my site). However, since you wanted more, I wrote more! ^-^ Here we go, part two. Oh, and this is an AU from book five, in case you haven't noticed.
Warnings: …more rape
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Part Two
They didn't take me back for a few days. In that time, they did all they could to break me, to make me agree to work for Voldemort. They tortured me, probably as often as they could find time to, and Malfoy got to have entirely too much 'fun' with me. They grew tired of spells after a while, and eventually began using methods I'd thought only Muggles would use. They even pulled out a whip a couple of times. I still have the scars.
Still, they did let me go eventually. They had Lucius take me back, dressed in long black robes and a mask to hide his face. They'd somehow gotten the fire in the Slytherin Common Room connected to the Floo Network, much to my horror. We must have gotten to Hogwarts pretty late at night, though, because I only saw a few people before I fell to the ground. I had open wounds all over my body and the soot from the fire had made them hurt even worse than they already had been. I heard a cold laugh from behind me as Malfoy finally came out of the fireplace. He pulled me harshly to my feet, making me cry out in pain.
"You'll make a very good example to those that are thinking to defy the Dark Lord," he whispered softly into my ear. I jerked away from him, and nearly stumbled back into the fire. I could feel his amusement as he caught me. But "Come." was all he said to me before he started pulling me out of the Common Room.
It took me a few minutes to realize that he was walking me toward the Great Hall. Malfoy surveyed the room for a moment before laughing again. He dragged me straight to the staff table, walked around it, and then I found myself being shoved into Dumbledore's chair. He turned to leave immediately afterwards, and I sighed in relief. However, he only took a couple of steps before suddenly stopping and turning slowly back to me.
"On second thought," he murmured, pulling his mask off, "I think we have enough time for a bit more fun. Don't you, Sirius?"
My eyes widened. He had that hungry look in his eyes again as he dropped his mask. I gasped, and, despite my injuries, made to scramble away from him. But I wasn't fast enough, not in the state I was already in. He yanked me out of the chair, and I once again felt his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth. He pushed me up against the table, and I could hear the dishes clanking together as he cleared a place. I whimpered and tried to get away form him, but he pushed me onto the table and started pulling the robes he had forced me into earlier back off my body.
"Have you learned yet? You can't get away from me," he whispered as he pulled his mouth away from mine to pull them over my head. When that was done, he pulled my body up against his, clutching tightly to my back and forcing me to look straight into his eyes. "You are mine, boy," he hissed. "Completely mine."
"N-no," I stuttered out as well as I could, and then lick my lips to try again. "No-not yours," was all I could get out before giving up. Malfoy didn't like that. He flipped me onto my stomach, draping himself over my back. It took me a second to realize that his wand was against my shoulder. He muttered something, and then my shoulder was burning, and I could practically feel what was no there. He had obviously burnt two letters into my skin—his mark of ownership.
"All mine," he whispered.
When he was finally finished, he cleaned us up and redressed us before he shoved me back into Dumbledore's chair. I curled up into a small ball immediately, hoping he would just leave.
"You won't tell anyone about this," he told me coldly. "You are mine. Don't forget it."
His footsteps faded as he walked back out of the Hall. As soon as I heard the doors slam closed, I let the tears I had been holding back flow freely down my face. It's not like I could do anything else. I was too weak to actually get out of the chair.
Hours later, people finally began filing into the Hall. They were all talking loudly with each other, happy and carefree. But they all suddenly went silent, and I knew without a doubt that they had seen me. I curled up even more. Moments later, the silence was broken by the sound of three people running toward me. I could feel a light breeze as they all skidded to a stop in front of the chair.
"Oh my god," I heard Peter's voice gasp out. It was the first thing any of my friends said, and I slowly opened my eyes to see James' worried face staring down at me. His mouth was opening and closing soundlessly.
"Sirius, what…who…," Remus' voice, usually so calm, came shakily from James' side. I made myself look over at him. He was even paler than usual, and he looked about ready to panic and run in the other direction. I knew why—the wolf in him could smell my blood and weakness, and wanted to take advantage of it. But I didn't worry about it. The wolf would never hurt a pack member.
"Get a hold of yourself," I heard James hiss at him. "He's part of the pack, Moony."
Remus nodded, and the panicked expression slowly faded. When it was gone, he just looked angry.
"Somebody should get Dumbledore." Remus was back in control. I felt much safer because of it, and allowed my head to drop back down. Nobody would get a chance to hurt me again, not with him around.
"There will be no need for that, Mr. Lupin," I heard Dumbledore's voice say suddenly. "Please move out of the way, so I can get him to the Hospital Wing." My friends stepped obediently to the side, and a moment later I was floating through the air before gently landing on a stretcher. "You three should eat breakfast now. You can visit him later."
My eyes snapped open. I didn't want to be alone. The first thing I saw was a pale hand, and I grabbed onto it as tightly as I could, whimpering. The hand clenched mine back.
"We won't leave Sirius," Remus stated calmly, and his voice left no room for argument. "He needs us with him."
"Very well," Dumbledore sighed in return. We all left the Hall together, and I could feel my friends form some sort of guard around me. Remus' hand was holding mine the entire walk to the Hospital Wing. The feeling of safety eventually overwhelmed me, and I finally, for the first time in days, slept.
A/N: Er…yeah. Don't mind if anything about this seems a little…off. I wrote this while I was half asleep, first thing in the morning, and I wasn't exactly in the best of moods while typing this. Er…yeah. Anyway. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up…but if you want to, you can keep tabs on my yahoo group or my livejournal, I announce fic updates on both of those places. So yeah. Off to type something else up now. ^^