Memories Shared and Family
Suddenly I had the feeling that I was being watched. I knew that it was still morning by how tried I felt. But the feeling of eyes burning into my skull made my eyes flutter open. When I opened my eyes I found myself staring into a very upset face of my brother Harry Potter.
Quickly I sat up in bed in surprise. Then the memory of what I saw last night caused a stab of guilt to wash over me. I had failed my brother. I was suppose to protect him but he was nearly killed my what was left of our family. Tears nearly came but I pushed them away. I stopped crying years ago and I was not going to show weakness in front of my brother.
"Harry what is wrong?" I asked after we stared at each other for a good five minutes. I was starting to get worried at the empty look in his eyes. He seemed to shake himself when he heard my voice. And when he looked at me again there was sorrow in his eyes.
"I know what you saw last night." he said looking down at his hands in shame. Rage filled my blood like fire at the shame the showed on his face. If I ever saw that man again I was going to kill him. Quickly I jumped out of bed and kneeled before Harry and grabbed his hands. Slowly he looked at me unshed tears in his eyes.
"Harry you should not be ashamed at what has happened. You had no control on what he did to you. He was bigger and stronger than you. He took your wand from you. I mean you had no way of fighting him. Believe me I understand what you are going threw and you should never let shame take control our you will turn your heart to stone in your self hate." I said softly to him truly understanding what he was going threw.
The memory of the first time my father had raped me went across my eyes.
I was only a young girl just coming into woman hood when my father thought it was time to show me what he called pleasure. That night we had just came back from a battle with the Aurors. We had gone to a raid and killed about 20 muggles. My father was in a great mood. But as we went home lust filled his eyes when he looked at me and an evil smile went across his face.
As I was going to my room I heard my father call me from down the hall. Knowing if I did not come soon there would be pain if I did not hurry I ran to his room. His room was down the hall from my room. As I walked into the room I found him in a black silk robe waiting for me.
When I stepped into the room the door slammed behind me. I knew that I was in trouble the moment I heard the door lock as it closed. Fear gripped my heart as my father walked toward me. An evil glint in his eyes as he looked at me dead in the eyes.
I had on my black robes from the battle on still. But his eyes seemed to see right threw them. As he walked behind me he put his arms around my midsection and pulled me closer. When our bodies were touching he whispered in my ears.
"Your eyes are just like your mothers did you know that? She had the same body structure like you when she was your age. The age I raped her in. I think it is time I had a taste of you. I believe it is the fathers right to take to purity of his daughter. Don't' you?" he said his breath playing across my neck. He licked my ear as he pulled away.
Disgust went threw my mind first at his words and than fear. His hands were now playing with the buttons of my robe trying to undo them. Quickly I stepped away from him and spun to face him. Fear sending bravery threw my mind.
"Father what are you doing? Get away from me. I will not allow you to do this" I said my voice filling the room. Fear made my heart bet faster and louder I was sure that he could hear it from where he was standing. My words seemed to have humored him as if they were a joke.
"You know your mother said almost the same thing right before I took her. Saying that she would never let me touch her. That I had no right to do such a thing. But by the time I was done with her she was moaning like a pig for me not to stop", he said as he walked slowly toward me. His words turned my fear into anger.
I knew my father had raped my mother. He had shoved it in my face whenever he got the chance. But I knew what he said about my mother was a lie. I knew she fought him with every bit of strength that she had. But she was too weak and failed. My mother was a strong and proud woman but she failed to protect her body just the way I was about to fail.
"Mother did no such thing. She fought until she had to strength left to fight. And she never moaned for you not to stop because you told me yourself that you had to gag her because she would not stop screaming in pain" I said my voice shaking with anger. How could this man call himself my father? I thought as anger started to fill his eyes. I knew I had stepped over the limits with my father's patience with that remark.
With a flick of his wand I was thrown onto his bed and silver rope held my wrist and ankles to the corners of the bed so that I could not move. The silver rope began to burn into my wrist as I tried to get lose. But the sound of my father's laughter made me stop.
"You know this was the same rope I used to tie down you mother, yes that Lily was one great fuck. I hope you are just as good as her", he said with sarcasm in his voice. Before I could even scream he seemed to have magiced a gag in my mouth so that I could not be heard.
Quickly he began to ripe my robe off my body. When he threw the tattered pieces to the floor he ripped my underwear and bra off shortly after. Tears fell from my eyes as he stared at my naked body. Then he began to explore every part of it with his tongue and hands.
Disgust made me shiver at his touch I strained at the ropes trying to get free but all I did was seem to arouse him even more with my struggles finally he went down to in between my thighs and smiled. He pulled out his throbbing erection and began to rub in against my leg. Tears began to pour harder out of my eyes. He gave me a devilish grin and crashed inside of me.
The pain made me see stars and he pushed in and out of me with savage hunger. He never slowed down pushing harder into me at every entrance. I felt something warm and wet slid down my thighs as he pushed deeper inside of me. No pleasure came only more pain. And when he finally released inside of me it made me scream out in agony it felt like millions of needle were scraping the inside of my body.
He pulled out his manhood from me and I saw that it was covered in blood. I suddenly realized what the warm wet feeling was that was on my thighs. He smiled down at me and sighed. "You are just as good as you mother" was the last thing I heard before I pasted out.
I remembered how much I hated myself and how much shame I felt for not being able to protect my own body. I knew what Harry was going threw. But unlike Harry I didn't have friends to help me with the pain. I turned into a monster. My heart turned to stone from all the self - hate I had for myself. I knew that if Harry did not stop hating himself know the shame would devour his very soul.
Tears fell down Harry's cheeks as he listened to my words. Suddenly his eyes went black. For a second I thought he blacked out. But than a few seconds later his eyes turned back to his emerald green. Both he and I had the same colored eyes. His hands began to shake inside of mine when he focused back at me.
"You were raped by your father. I saw it. I heard your screams and pain. I saw what he did to you. I heard what he said." he said his voice hollow as if he could not understand what he just saw. What he told me made me jerk away from him. He just saw my memory just the way I saw his. He knew that I was his sister.
Before I could speak he interrupted me. "So you are my half sister?" he asked his voice weak as if he could not believe what was going on. I sighed not really wanting to answer him. I wanted to tell him that I was his sister on his birthday hoping that it would have made a great present. But the why he found out was threw the memory of my first rape. Again tears threatened to come but I pushed them back again.
"Yes Harry I am you half sister. I am the rape child of Lord Voldermont and Lily Potter. I am sorry you had to find out this way. I wanted to tell you on a happier moment. I didn't want you to find out threw my memories", I said and hung my head so that he could not see my eyes. I knew I he could not see my face because of my shawl but my eyes now held nothing but shame.
Suddenly I felt him put a hand to my cheek and raised my face to look at him and what I saw made my heart stop. There was a huge smile across his face. My heart seemed to swell with the joy I felt from that smile. "So I have an older sister. I am proud to be your younger brother. I know like any other child you cannot help who you father is. But all that matters is that now we have each other", he said his voice holding wisdom fare to old for such a young person.
I did not expect him to react to the news so well. I thought he would have run off in the other direction screaming bloodily murder. But to be honest I liked this reaction better. "So what is your name?" he asked a smile across his face.
I smiled back than realized again that he could not see it so I put the joy in my eyes. "The names Delvasa", I said now sitting Indian style on the floor in front of him. Suddenly he looked at my face a frowned. " Why do you hind your face?" he asked still frowning at the shawl. I laughed at the frown because I was so used to the shawl that sometimes I forgot I was still wearing it.
"I wear the shawl because my father would bet me because he thought I was so ugly. He said that my face gave him only disgust and that he never wanted to see it again. All he ever wanted to see was my mother's eyes. I have never taken the shawl off since. It has been some many years now that I myself have forgotten what I look like", I said with a sigh as I fingered the shawl on my face.
Seeing that the topic upset me he quickly changed to topic. We began to talk about everything from our child hoods to what I do in the Order. We did not stop talking until I turned to the clock and saw that it was already noon. I gasped in surprise and stood up and pulled on my black robes that hung next to my bed.
Sighing I turned to Harry "I have to go talk to Dumbledore. I think you should go see you friend Ron Weasley I think he is in the Gryffindor Tower waiting for you. I even believe that a girl named Hermione Grangar is coming to see you". A smile went across Harry's face at the mention of his friend's names. He got up and began to leave the room.
Suddenly he turned to me and asked about someone named Madam Pomfrey. I believe that it was the nurse that helped heal Harry. "I'll deal with her. Now run along and don't get in to much trouble", I said and ushered him out the door. When he was gone I went to see Madam Pomfrey to tell her that Harry had left. She gave a little sigh but said nothing more of the matter.
Squaring my shoulders I left the Hospital wing to Dumbledore's office I knew we had much to talk about.
(Well that is the end of the chapter. I hoped you liked it. Please I beg of you to review. It would make me very happy (gives and pleading smile) I hope it was long enough. Well I have to get some sleep I have to a busy day tomorrow. Please don't flame. Love ya'll.)
(P.S. I do not own Harry Potter. Sadly I just own Delvasa (quietly cries)
Suddenly I had the feeling that I was being watched. I knew that it was still morning by how tried I felt. But the feeling of eyes burning into my skull made my eyes flutter open. When I opened my eyes I found myself staring into a very upset face of my brother Harry Potter.
Quickly I sat up in bed in surprise. Then the memory of what I saw last night caused a stab of guilt to wash over me. I had failed my brother. I was suppose to protect him but he was nearly killed my what was left of our family. Tears nearly came but I pushed them away. I stopped crying years ago and I was not going to show weakness in front of my brother.
"Harry what is wrong?" I asked after we stared at each other for a good five minutes. I was starting to get worried at the empty look in his eyes. He seemed to shake himself when he heard my voice. And when he looked at me again there was sorrow in his eyes.
"I know what you saw last night." he said looking down at his hands in shame. Rage filled my blood like fire at the shame the showed on his face. If I ever saw that man again I was going to kill him. Quickly I jumped out of bed and kneeled before Harry and grabbed his hands. Slowly he looked at me unshed tears in his eyes.
"Harry you should not be ashamed at what has happened. You had no control on what he did to you. He was bigger and stronger than you. He took your wand from you. I mean you had no way of fighting him. Believe me I understand what you are going threw and you should never let shame take control our you will turn your heart to stone in your self hate." I said softly to him truly understanding what he was going threw.
The memory of the first time my father had raped me went across my eyes.
I was only a young girl just coming into woman hood when my father thought it was time to show me what he called pleasure. That night we had just came back from a battle with the Aurors. We had gone to a raid and killed about 20 muggles. My father was in a great mood. But as we went home lust filled his eyes when he looked at me and an evil smile went across his face.
As I was going to my room I heard my father call me from down the hall. Knowing if I did not come soon there would be pain if I did not hurry I ran to his room. His room was down the hall from my room. As I walked into the room I found him in a black silk robe waiting for me.
When I stepped into the room the door slammed behind me. I knew that I was in trouble the moment I heard the door lock as it closed. Fear gripped my heart as my father walked toward me. An evil glint in his eyes as he looked at me dead in the eyes.
I had on my black robes from the battle on still. But his eyes seemed to see right threw them. As he walked behind me he put his arms around my midsection and pulled me closer. When our bodies were touching he whispered in my ears.
"Your eyes are just like your mothers did you know that? She had the same body structure like you when she was your age. The age I raped her in. I think it is time I had a taste of you. I believe it is the fathers right to take to purity of his daughter. Don't' you?" he said his breath playing across my neck. He licked my ear as he pulled away.
Disgust went threw my mind first at his words and than fear. His hands were now playing with the buttons of my robe trying to undo them. Quickly I stepped away from him and spun to face him. Fear sending bravery threw my mind.
"Father what are you doing? Get away from me. I will not allow you to do this" I said my voice filling the room. Fear made my heart bet faster and louder I was sure that he could hear it from where he was standing. My words seemed to have humored him as if they were a joke.
"You know your mother said almost the same thing right before I took her. Saying that she would never let me touch her. That I had no right to do such a thing. But by the time I was done with her she was moaning like a pig for me not to stop", he said as he walked slowly toward me. His words turned my fear into anger.
I knew my father had raped my mother. He had shoved it in my face whenever he got the chance. But I knew what he said about my mother was a lie. I knew she fought him with every bit of strength that she had. But she was too weak and failed. My mother was a strong and proud woman but she failed to protect her body just the way I was about to fail.
"Mother did no such thing. She fought until she had to strength left to fight. And she never moaned for you not to stop because you told me yourself that you had to gag her because she would not stop screaming in pain" I said my voice shaking with anger. How could this man call himself my father? I thought as anger started to fill his eyes. I knew I had stepped over the limits with my father's patience with that remark.
With a flick of his wand I was thrown onto his bed and silver rope held my wrist and ankles to the corners of the bed so that I could not move. The silver rope began to burn into my wrist as I tried to get lose. But the sound of my father's laughter made me stop.
"You know this was the same rope I used to tie down you mother, yes that Lily was one great fuck. I hope you are just as good as her", he said with sarcasm in his voice. Before I could even scream he seemed to have magiced a gag in my mouth so that I could not be heard.
Quickly he began to ripe my robe off my body. When he threw the tattered pieces to the floor he ripped my underwear and bra off shortly after. Tears fell from my eyes as he stared at my naked body. Then he began to explore every part of it with his tongue and hands.
Disgust made me shiver at his touch I strained at the ropes trying to get free but all I did was seem to arouse him even more with my struggles finally he went down to in between my thighs and smiled. He pulled out his throbbing erection and began to rub in against my leg. Tears began to pour harder out of my eyes. He gave me a devilish grin and crashed inside of me.
The pain made me see stars and he pushed in and out of me with savage hunger. He never slowed down pushing harder into me at every entrance. I felt something warm and wet slid down my thighs as he pushed deeper inside of me. No pleasure came only more pain. And when he finally released inside of me it made me scream out in agony it felt like millions of needle were scraping the inside of my body.
He pulled out his manhood from me and I saw that it was covered in blood. I suddenly realized what the warm wet feeling was that was on my thighs. He smiled down at me and sighed. "You are just as good as you mother" was the last thing I heard before I pasted out.
I remembered how much I hated myself and how much shame I felt for not being able to protect my own body. I knew what Harry was going threw. But unlike Harry I didn't have friends to help me with the pain. I turned into a monster. My heart turned to stone from all the self - hate I had for myself. I knew that if Harry did not stop hating himself know the shame would devour his very soul.
Tears fell down Harry's cheeks as he listened to my words. Suddenly his eyes went black. For a second I thought he blacked out. But than a few seconds later his eyes turned back to his emerald green. Both he and I had the same colored eyes. His hands began to shake inside of mine when he focused back at me.
"You were raped by your father. I saw it. I heard your screams and pain. I saw what he did to you. I heard what he said." he said his voice hollow as if he could not understand what he just saw. What he told me made me jerk away from him. He just saw my memory just the way I saw his. He knew that I was his sister.
Before I could speak he interrupted me. "So you are my half sister?" he asked his voice weak as if he could not believe what was going on. I sighed not really wanting to answer him. I wanted to tell him that I was his sister on his birthday hoping that it would have made a great present. But the why he found out was threw the memory of my first rape. Again tears threatened to come but I pushed them back again.
"Yes Harry I am you half sister. I am the rape child of Lord Voldermont and Lily Potter. I am sorry you had to find out this way. I wanted to tell you on a happier moment. I didn't want you to find out threw my memories", I said and hung my head so that he could not see my eyes. I knew I he could not see my face because of my shawl but my eyes now held nothing but shame.
Suddenly I felt him put a hand to my cheek and raised my face to look at him and what I saw made my heart stop. There was a huge smile across his face. My heart seemed to swell with the joy I felt from that smile. "So I have an older sister. I am proud to be your younger brother. I know like any other child you cannot help who you father is. But all that matters is that now we have each other", he said his voice holding wisdom fare to old for such a young person.
I did not expect him to react to the news so well. I thought he would have run off in the other direction screaming bloodily murder. But to be honest I liked this reaction better. "So what is your name?" he asked a smile across his face.
I smiled back than realized again that he could not see it so I put the joy in my eyes. "The names Delvasa", I said now sitting Indian style on the floor in front of him. Suddenly he looked at my face a frowned. " Why do you hind your face?" he asked still frowning at the shawl. I laughed at the frown because I was so used to the shawl that sometimes I forgot I was still wearing it.
"I wear the shawl because my father would bet me because he thought I was so ugly. He said that my face gave him only disgust and that he never wanted to see it again. All he ever wanted to see was my mother's eyes. I have never taken the shawl off since. It has been some many years now that I myself have forgotten what I look like", I said with a sigh as I fingered the shawl on my face.
Seeing that the topic upset me he quickly changed to topic. We began to talk about everything from our child hoods to what I do in the Order. We did not stop talking until I turned to the clock and saw that it was already noon. I gasped in surprise and stood up and pulled on my black robes that hung next to my bed.
Sighing I turned to Harry "I have to go talk to Dumbledore. I think you should go see you friend Ron Weasley I think he is in the Gryffindor Tower waiting for you. I even believe that a girl named Hermione Grangar is coming to see you". A smile went across Harry's face at the mention of his friend's names. He got up and began to leave the room.
Suddenly he turned to me and asked about someone named Madam Pomfrey. I believe that it was the nurse that helped heal Harry. "I'll deal with her. Now run along and don't get in to much trouble", I said and ushered him out the door. When he was gone I went to see Madam Pomfrey to tell her that Harry had left. She gave a little sigh but said nothing more of the matter.
Squaring my shoulders I left the Hospital wing to Dumbledore's office I knew we had much to talk about.
(Well that is the end of the chapter. I hoped you liked it. Please I beg of you to review. It would make me very happy (gives and pleading smile) I hope it was long enough. Well I have to get some sleep I have to a busy day tomorrow. Please don't flame. Love ya'll.)
(P.S. I do not own Harry Potter. Sadly I just own Delvasa (quietly cries)