Chapter 9- Last Cry of A Desperate Woman
The sun rose over the mountains with ease. The light of the early mourning sun awoke the four seventh year Gryffindor girls.
"What time is it?" yawned Lavender.
"3:12am," answered Patil.
"Damn that's too early," moaned Hermione, "what do you think Harrie?" But Harrie didn't answer, "Harrie?"
"What?" answered a startled Harrie, who was sitting by the window.
"Just wondering if you were awake?" said Patil.
"Ya," answered Harrie, "do you guys want to go flying?"
"What? Now?" asked Lavender.
"Ya, why not? It'll wake us up and the mountains look incredible this time of day," said Harrie.
"Okay, I'll go," yawned Hermione, inching out of bed.
"That's the spirit 'Mione!" said Harrie.
"Why not? I'll come too," said Lavender.
"What about you Patil? You coming?" asked Harrie.
"Alright, I'll come," yawned Patil.
"Great. Get dress and we'll be off," said Harrie excitingly.
"Are you dress already?" asked Hermione as she pulled on her skirt.
"Have been for about an hour," answered Harrie. Harrie waited about 10 minutes, "y'all ready?"
"Yep," answered the other three.
"Great, let's go," said Harrie, opening up the window, " I'll go first." Harrie mounted her broom and took a step out the window, "C'mon mates. Don't be scared."
"Alright," said Hermione, who took the drop next. She hovered her broom next to Harrie's and waited for the other two.
"Come on!" called Hermione.
"Alright!" said Lavender. She soon joined Harrie and Hermione. Patil soon joined them.
"Want to go anywhere special?" asked Patil.
"I just want to go to the Owlary to see if my new leg is in," answered Harrie.
"Okay," said Hermione.
"Allons-y!" cried Lavender as the four of them flew up to Owlary tower. Harrie hovered next to the window and asked the Owlary keeper, George,
"Did my owl come in yet?"
"Which of your 3 are out?"
"Piper and Iris are in. Nifer is out."
"Let me see." George walked away and started to look for Nifer's cage, which was placed between Piper's and Iris's. George walked back over, "Yeah, she's in. Was she carrying something?"
"Ya. She should have a package that is from Mount Sinai Hospital in New York."
"Let me look." George walked back over to Nifer and looked in the box in front of the three owls. George walked back to the window and was hauling 4 large boxes, 27 letters held together by string and a long package wrapped in brown paper, "This is all the mail you have right now. The long one is from NYC. I think that's the one you're looking for. Do you want the rest right now?"
"Sure. Thanks George. Bye," said Harrie as she took the 5 packages and letters from the old man.
"Bye Harr," said George, closing the window.
"Did it come?" asked Hermione.
"I think so. Let's go down by the lake and we'll see," said Harrie. The four of them flew down to the lakeside and took a seat, "So let's see." Harrie placed her mail on the ground.
She started to sort her mail. She had:
3 letters from Elise
3 letters from Leah
3 letters from Marisa
3 letters from Jenny
3 letters from Jessie
3 letters from Kathy
3 letters from Lisa
3 letters from Leigh
3 letters from Bridget
1 package from Jessie
1 package from Elise and Leah
1 package from Marisa
1 package from Lisa and Kathy
and the one that excited Harrie the most:
1 package from Mt. Sinai
Harrie wrapped the paper off of the Mt. Sinai package to reveal a plastic leg and a note, which read:
Dear Miss Potter, Here is your brand new plastic leg. All of us at Mt. Sinai all wish you the best of luck with your life and want to let you know that if you ever need anything, please let us know. Sincerely, Dr. Peter Johansson Ph. D
"Is that your new leg?" asked Lavender.
"Yeah!" answered Harrie as she tried it on for the first time. Slowly she stood up and carefully walked around. The smile on Harrie was as pure as freshly fallen snow.
"CONGRATS!" cried Patil.
"It feels so weird! I haven't walked on my own without crutches in the longest time. It feels GREAT!" yelled Harrie. The four of them smiled as Harrie became more comfortable with her new leg.
"Maybe you won't have to sit for the dance tonight," added Patil.
"Maybe, maybe," commented Harrie.
"Do you guys want to start to head back to the common room? Get a rehearsal in?" asked Hermione.
"Sure," answered the other three in unison. They flew back to the window that led into their dorm and quietly creaked back in. They grabbed their instruments and quietly walked down the hall to the 6th years girls' dorm to fetch Ginny. (Harrie still was working with her new leg.)
"I'll go in," whispered Hermione as she tiptoed in. Hermione walked over to Ginny's bed and tapped on the lump with red hair, "Ginny, wake up."
"What?" moaned Ginny.
"We're going to have a rehearsal. Coming?"
"I can't be in the group anymore."
"Why not?"
"I'm sick. The doctor said that I could do lasting damage to my voice."
"Okay. I'll tell the others. Feel better Gin."
"Thanks Hermione. I'm sorry."
"Don't be," and then Hermione left. Harry then rolled over and sighed.
"You didn't tell her, did you?"
"No. I couldn't."
"You'll have to tell them sometime."
"I know." Ginny rolled in to Harry and closed her eyes. Back out in the hallway...
"So is she coming?" asked Lavender.
"Ginny can't be in the band anymore," answered Hermione solemnly.
"How come?" asked Patil shockingly.
"She says that she could damage her voice for life if she sings," answered Hermione. Harrie just stood there with an worried look on her face, "Harrie, do have something you would like to share with the class?"
"No," answered Harrie nervously.
"What's going on with Ginny?" questioned Lavender, becoming very annoyed.
"I can't tell you. She made me promise," answered Harrie, "but she promised me that she would tell you by the end of this week."
"Fine but we're still going to find a new keyboard by 3 so we can teach them the songs," added Hermione. They all thought for a moment when Harrie came up a kick ass idea.
"Scorpio!" shouted Harrie.
"Shh! Who the hell is that!" whispered Patil.
"She's a friend of mine from Ravenclaw. Her name's Maria and she's a great k.b player. I'm sure she'd join!" answered Harrie.
"Fine but she has ONE chance," hissed Hermione. Harrie smiled and handed her her bass guitar. Harrie ran down the hall to the dorm and pick up her broom off her bed. She took another quick jump out the window and flew to the window of Ravenclaw's 7th years' girls' dorm. She hovered by the window and looked inside. Harrie tapped on the window and a gothic girl popped up. Her face was ghostly pallid and she wore very dark make-up.
"Hi Gwenith," said Harrie as the gothic girl opened the window.
"Hi Cancer," replied Gwenith, "Which of us are you looking for?" (A/N: The Ravenclaw girls and Harrie are going to call each other the names of the horoscopes.)
"Scorpio. She in?" asked Harrie.
"Yeah. I'll get her," answered Gwenith.
"Thanks Aries," whispered Harrie as Gwenith walked over to Maria's bed. She lightly tapped Maria's shoulder.
"What?" moaned Maria, rubbing her eyes.
"Cancer's here," answered Gwenith.
"Where?" asked Maria.
"She's at the window," answered Gwenith. Maria climbed out of bed and walked with Gwenith to the window.
"What's up Cancer?" asked Maria.
"Not much," answered Harrie, "I have a proposition for you."
"Talk to me," said Maria.
"Not Listening's k.b player dropped out and need a replacement."
"For the dance?"
"For good."
"Really?"
"Really and I think you'd be perfect for the job."
"I'll do it."
"Great. Do you still have the copy of the songs I gave you?"
"Yep."
"Can you come audition now?"
"I guess. Just let me get dressed."
"Okay." Maria rushed to her dresser and then ran to the bathroom. She appeared 15 minutes later completely dressed. Her shirt was black and had a golden dragon on it. Her black pants went just pass her knees. Her combat boots were midnight black and had drawings of eyes all over them. She had pulled her long blonde hair with blue highlights into a ponytail. Her face had on the same make-up as Gwenith. She slowly walked out the window and hopped on Harrie's broom.
"Ready?" Harrie asked.
"Bring it on!" laughed Maria.
"Wait a second. Gwenith," called Harrie.
"What?" asked Gwenith coming back to the window.
"We also need a manger. You want the job?"
"Sure."
"Are you dressed?"
"Ya, let me get my broom." Gwenith grabbed her broom and then joined Harrie.
"Ready?" asked Harrie.
"Ya," answered Maria.
"Let's go!" said Gwenith and they were off. They flew through Harrie's window and walked down the hall and met the rest of the group. Harrie explained to them about Gwenith and how she could be their new manger. They voted and Gwenith became the new manger of Not Listening.
"Now to you," said Hermione to Maria coldly.
"Yes?" responded Maria frostily.
"Can you play?"
"Can I play?" Maria pulled out her keyboard and started to play. Her skills blew them away.
"You're hired!" proclaimed Hermione. Maria just smiled, "Meet us in the Great Hall right after lunch."
"Okay," answered Maria.
"I'm just going to go take a walk. I'll see you later," said Harrie.
"Do you want some company?" asked Lavender.
"No thanks. I'll see you guys later," smiled Harrie as she left the hall. Harrie slowly walked around by the lake, watching the mountains. She took a look at her watch, which read 4:37am. She gaze moved from her watch to her engagement ring.
"Is this real? Or am I dreaming? Did he really propose? Or am I crazy? I mean even crazier them I already am. Maybe I'm just losing it," thought Harrie. But then, all of a sudden, everything went black.
Harrie was awaken by a splash of cold water upon her body. Harrie looked up and saw that everything was blurring. She reached around and found her spare pair of glasses in her robe pocket. She placed them on, wondering why her contacts had fallen out. Harrie looked around. The walls were stone, there were no windows and the floor was stone as well. It felt freezing to the touch.
"Where the hell am I?" asked Harrie to nothing, as she started to sit up.
"I think I can answer that," snarled a voiced from the darkness. And from the mist, Pansy appeared.
"What the fuc-," started Harrie but was cut off by Pansy.
"Shut it Potter. It's time for you to give up."
"Give up on what?" asked Harrie sarcastically.
"Give up on Draco. He's mine so just give it up."
"O, okay. If Draco is yours, then why is this ring on my hand and not yours?" Pansy just stood, staring at Harrie, "I thought so." Harrie started to put another pair of contacts into her eyes.
"You lozy son of a bitch!"
"I'm not a guy so I can't be a son of a bitch."
"Coxy, are we?"
"No, I'm just correcting you."
"Well, let's just get to the point. Hand over the ring." Pansy held out her hand, palm up, waiting for Harrie to place the ring into her hand.
"Oh, you want my ring? I don't think so. Why would you want it? Even if you get the ring itself, you can't have what it symbolizes. Draco's love for me. The ring is just a symbol."
"But if I have the ring and you're no where to be found, Draco has no choice but to love and marry me."
"How could you come up that? How does your mind work? That would never work."
"Oh really."
"Yes really. How do you think Draco would feel if he found out you were holding me here against my will?"
"How do you think your old boyfriend would feel if you knew you were engaged just 3 years after breaking up with him?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"It's... it's none of his business."
"Oh really." Pansy snapped her fingers and someone stepped out of the mist. [A/N: is Harrie, {} Pansy, [] Harrie's old boyfriend.] Harrie started to breathe heavily and started to pant.
Adam? Is that you?
[Hell ya. It's me,] snarled the body in the mist. The body stepped out of the mist to reveal a tall young man of 17. He had chestnut eyes and honey hair. Freckles sprinkled his pale face, arms and neck.
What are you doing here?
[Your friend Pansy invited me.]
Pansy? My friend? Where the hell did you hear that?
[Never mind that. Why don't you tell me about your little engagement?]
No thanks
[O come on Harr, you know you want to.]
No I don't
{Come on Harrieta. I'm sure he would love to know what you've been doing the last 3 years. I mean only 3 years after breaking up with him, you go and get yourself engaged.}
I'll ignore the fact that you called me by my first name. First of all, he broke up with me. And second of all, why does it matter what I do after I'm dumped.
[What? Was I not good enough for you? Does this Draco move faster then the speed of light?]
How dare you! For your information, Draco actually treats me like a human and not like a spaniel.
[Are you still quoting that Shakespeare guy?]
{O yes, she does. I heard that's how Draco quote on quote 'won her back.' With something called 'The Taming of the Shrew.' I bet that just so shit she came up with.}
'The Taming of the Shrew' is a real play.
{Whatever.} Pansy then whistled and 2 tall blonde men stepped forward. Pansy slapped her fingers and the men grabbed Harrie by the shoulders and lifted her up.
Get your bloody hands off of me! Harrie fought their grabs and failed in breaking them.
{Place the hands in the rope and string her up.} The men did as they were told. One grabbed a rope that was hanging from the ceiling. They pulled it down and wrapped the robe about Harrie's hands, against her bare skin. Once her hands were firmly in the rope, they pulled the rope and rose her up so she was about 3 feet about the ground.
What the hell are you doing?
{We can do this the easy way or the hard way.} While she said this, she pulled out a whip.
I won't give it to you Pansy.
{Fine, it's your funeral. When you're ready, let yourself die} And at that, Pansy took her whip and whipped Harrie's back. Harrie let out a small, nearly silence, wenge of pain. Pansy continued. Over and over the whip slapped Harrie's back. After about the 13th whip, the backing of Harrie's robe and sweatshirt were split. Pansy continued to try to split the back of Harrie's tee shirt. Right before Pansy was about to strike her for the 26th time, Harrie spoke. (A/N: Where there is a --- that symbolizes when Pansy cracks the whip on Harrie's back.)
To be or not to be--- that is the question--- whether 'tis more nobler in the mind to suffer--- the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune--- or to take arms against the sea of troubles--- and by the opposing, end them--- to die--- to sleep--- no more--- and by a sleep to we end--- the heartache-- - and the thousand natural stocks--- that flesh to heir to--- 'tis a consummation--- devoutly to be wished to die to sleep--- to sleep--- perchance to dream--- ay there's the rub--- for in that sleep of death--- what dreams may come---when we have shuffled off this moral coil--- must give us pause--- there's the respect--- that makes calamity of so long life- -- for who would bear whips and scorns of time--- th' oppressor's wrong--- the proud man's contumely--- the pangs of disprized love--- the law's delay- -- the insolence of office--- and the spurns--- that patient merit of th' unworthy take--- when he himself might his quietus make--- with a bare bodkin--- who would fardels bear--- to grunt and sweat under a weary life--- but that the dread of something after death--- the undiscovered country--- from whose bourn--- no traveller returns--- puzzles the will--- and makes us rather bear those ills we have--- then fly to others that we know of?--- thus conscience does make cowards of us all--- and thus the native hue of resolution--- is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought--- and enterprises of great pitch and movement--- with this regard their currents turn awry--- and lose the name of action--- soft you now--- the fair Ophelia--- Nymph, in the orisons--- be all my sins remembered. Harrie blacked out.
Back at Hogwarts:
Hermione walked into the dorm room with a worried look on her face.
"Has anyone seen Harrie?"
"She went down to the lake at around 4:30. Why?" asked Lavender.
"Cause I went down to the lake and she was no where to be found."
"Did you check her normal spots?" asked Patil.
"Ya. I checked the lake, the river, the stream you know the one with the rapids? I checked the mountains, her cave, everywhere. I can't find her."
"Isle of Man," spoke Gwenith.
"What the hell is that?" asked Maria.
"It's an island of the western coast of England," replied Gwenith, "That's where they've taken Harrie."
"How do you know that?" asked Lavender.
"Ya, and whose they?" asked Patil.
"One, they is Pansy and Adam Speck."
"Who is Adam Speck?" asked Hermione.
"Adam Speck is Harrie's ex-boyfriend from when Harrie lived in America."
"How do you know all this?" asked Maria.
"What's with all the questions? When Harrie first came here, we started a spy network with a few of our friends. Including Maria. Every member had to file out forms about their past. I was organizing them the other day and Harrie's caught my eye."
"Well are we supposed to get there Miss Snoop," asked Lavender.
"I'll arrange a ride for us." Gwenith reached into her robe pocket and pulled out her cell phone. She dialed a number and placed the phone to her ear.
"Hey Lou, it's Gwenith... I'm fine. You?... that's good. Listen, I need a ride to Isle of Man. Can you get me and four of my friends there?... okay. That's great. We'll see you there in 1 hour. By the dock. Bye."
"What's going on?" asked Hermione.
"Grab your brooms. We're off to London!" answered Gwenith. They all ran and grabbed their brooms and hopped out the window. Right before they were about to fly off someone called after them. They spun around to see Draco flying up to them.
"WAIT! WAIT UP!" He called.
"WHAT!!" yelled Hermione.
"Where's Harrie?"
"Being held on an island off the coast being tortured and raped," answered Patil quickly. Lavender jabbed her in the ribs with her elbow.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!!"
"Keep it down will ya?" hissed Hermione.
"Sorry. But where are you guys going?"
"We're going to save her," answered Maria.
"Can I come?" asked Draco.
"Hmmm..." started Gwenith.
"Please?" pleaded Draco. And then, he pulled out the lip and puppy dog eyes.
"O shit! Not the eyes. That's Harrie's!!! Fine you can come. Just let us doing the murder," answered Maria.
"Fine. Damn you guys take the fun out of everything," said Draco.
"Let's just go!" yelled Hermione and off they went, 6 of them.
"So where exactly are we going?" asked Draco.
"London," answered Maria.
"Why?"
"Huff, because a friend of mine is giving us a ride to the island where Harrie is," responded Gwenith, annoyed.
"O, I feel oh so informed," said Draco.
"Oh we're so glad," said Gwenith sacrificially. And from that moment on, there was silent from all of them until they reached London.
Meanwhile...
Harrie was hanging by her hands from the stone ceiling. She opened her eyes to see that the only thing clinging to her bloody body was her school robe, which was tied around her with a piece of old rope. She tried to move her numb body but each small movement made her bleed.
"Great... just great," mumbled Harrie. Shouts came from the passage at the end of the room.
"Go ahead," came Pansy's voice from down the hall.
"What should I do to 'er?" rung Adam's voice.
"I don't care," answered Pansy.
"Nothing specific?" asked Adam.
"Anything you want. She's all yours---," answered Pansy as she and Adam entered the room, "hello there miss Potter." She hissed every word she spoke to Harrie.
"Spare me your bullshit Pansy," snarled Harrie, shooting daggers at Pansy who was shooting them right back.
"Fine, to think I was going to lay some mercy towards you," hissed Pansy.
"Pansy?? Showing mercy?? THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END!"
"Hahaha. Very funny. Snap of finger Adam? Go RIGHT ahead." Adam took a step forward with an evil smirk on his face.
"With pleasure." Pansy turned and left from the tunnel from which she came.
Meanwhile...
"How much longer Lou?? We don't have much time," questioned Gwenith, feeling the spray of the sea upon her skin.
"Hold your horses Gwen, alright. We've only about 2 miles out for the main land coast. RELAX. We've only got about 1.5 miles to go," answered Lou.
"Fine," mumbled Draco, looking ahead into the horizon. Seeing the concerned look on his face, Hermione walked over and placed a hand on Draco's shoulder.
"Don't worry Draco. Harrie's a big girl; she can take care of herself.... She'll be fine."
"I know but I'm still worried."
"I know. We're all worried. That's why we're all here." They both then looked back to the horizon, watching the sun sink into the depps.
"ADAM! GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!!! OUCH!! STOP!!! ADAM YOU'RE HURTING ME!!! PLEASE STOP!!!!" cried Harrie as Adam stripped her of her remaining fabric particles and plunged into her.
"Why? Don't you like this Harrie? Or is your little fiancé a better fucker then I am?" snarled Adam.
"Adam if you still love me at all stop. PLEASE!" pleaded Harrie as tears of pain started to roll down her cheeks. Adam just continued to plunge deeper and harder.
"You still didn't answer my questions," hissed Adam into Harrie's ear.
"Which ones?" snarled Harrie.
"One: Don't you like this? Two: Or is your little fiancé a better fucker then I am?" answered Adam turning so his face was parallel to his victim.
"No and how should I know," replied Harrie. "What do you mean how should you know? I'm SURE you've slept with him."
"I mean how should I know? I'VE NEVER HAD SEX WITH HIM!!!!"
"But I'm sure you've slept with him."
"Well..."
"Well what?"
"We did fall asleep watching a muggle film at his house over winter break."
"Where?"
"What do you mean 'where'?"
"Where did you fall sleep?"
"Why do you care?"
"I'm trying to make light conversation while I continue to rape you."
"Great."
"Now answer the fucking question."
"Yes master."
"Well..."
"In his room."
"Be more specific!!"
"In his arms."
"On..."
"What?"
"On what did you two lovebirds fall asleep?! The floor, the bed, the couch?"
"Ummm... On his bed."
"Ha!! I knew it!!! Probably under the covers and all!"
"Wrong."
"What?"
"We had a blanket wrapped around us but nothing more."
"Fine. But you still slept with him."
"But unlike you, he doesn't rape me for revenge."
"Ya, whatever." Adam looked at his watch and backed away.
"Praise the Lord!"
"Hahaha! Very funny. Enjoy freezing tonight. It's supposed to get below freezing."
"Well, if you still care about me, you'd give me your cloak."
"Fine, if you live into tomorrow... I can fuck you again! SWEET!!" Adam picked his cloak and walked over to Harrie. He wrapped the cloak around her and tied the strings to close it.
Adam then stood and looked at Harrie with a retarded look on his face.
"Don't you dare!!"
"Oh, I think I'll dare."
"O SHIT!" Adam lend in and place his lips on hers.
"This sucks!" thought Harrie. His lips were dry and fat, a little too fat. After a few seconds, his tongue invaded her mouth. It searched around looking for her tongue, which was hiding in the back of her mouth. Finally his tongue found hers and tried to make them dance. Suddenly Harrie came up with an idea. She pulled her tongue away and bit down on his tongue. Adam howled in pain and pulled away from Harrie.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!!"
"If you're going to call me a bitch, call the right kind."
"What kind are you then?"
"I'm a stubborn, hard-headed bitch."
"Whatever."
"Isn't it about time you went back to your master?"
"What?"
"Shouldn't you be getting back to Pansy?"
"You're right. Enjoy your night Miss Potter."
"Oh I shall, I shall."
"LAND-HO!!!"
"You really don't have to do that," said Hermione to George, the 1st mate.
"Sorry."
"It's ok. Just tell Lou to get us as come as possible."
"Yes ma'am." Hermione nodded and George turned to speak with the captain.
"Ready for me?"
"Yet again, hell no!"
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Because it's..."
"It's what?"
"It's my fiancé." Adam's eyes widen and all the confidence drained from his eyes while an you-are-so-dead grin came to Harrie's face.
"What are you doing?" snarled Draco.
"Na-na-nothing. Nothing at all," stuttered Adam. Draco walked over to Adam. Harrie smirked and chuckled under her breathe. Draco literally towered over Adam. Draco was about 6 foot 4 and Adam was about 5 foot 8.
"Bye-bye Adam," laughed Harrie as Draco picked Adam up off the floor by his shirt collar.
End of Chapter 9
(A/N: This one was 18 bloody pages. Now review the damn thing and I'll be happy. Pippin)