The Letter and the Interview
I ran quickly back to my room so that I could get dress to see Dumbledore to tell him what happened. I threw on some clothes no even seeing what I was putting on. When I was sure I properly dressed I ran back out of my room to Dumbledore's office.
In five minutes I was in front of the gargoyle leading to his office. I knocked softly on the door not knowing the password. He it changed at least everyday. I was not in the meeting this morning to find out what it was.
As soon as my hand hit the wood of the door it swung open. Quickly I walked into the room. To my surprise I found Cornelius Fudge the Minster of Magic sitting in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk.
Quickly I calmed my breath and composed myself as I walked over to them. "Good to see you, Professor Delvasa. As you can see that Mr. Fudge and I are having a meeting", he said his voice steady and polite but I knew he was telling me to leave without the Minster knowing. But it was to late. Fudge had stood up and was walking over to me with a smile plastered on his face.
This man sickened me. He was the reason why some many innocent people were dieing. My father counted on his stupidity to get many of our missions done. And to see him in person made me want to slit his throat. But I knew that it would not help our cause.
"Please to meet you, Professor Delvasa. I am Cornelius Fudge. It is a pleasure meeting you", he said his voice pure professionalism. I bit back all my sharp remarks on how he would be the death of the wizarding world and stuck out my and shuck his. "It is an honor to meet such a man of great power in our society. I am sorry that I have interrupted your meeting with the Headmaster. I will leave you now so that you can finish. It was a pleasure", I said my voice pure sweatiness but still dripping with sarcasm.
Fudge had a look of confusion on his face. He did not know whether to take my comment as an insult or as a complement. But I did not stay in time to find out. I quickly left the office without another word. Now I knew that Fudge would not like me. Well that made things even, cause I did not like him.
I walked slowly to my room wondering why the Minster of Magic was talking to Dumbledore. Maybe he finally believed in Albus and was willing to help out the Order. Or maybe I was blonde. Whatever the reason it was not good for the Order I knew that was for sure.
As I walked into my room I knew that I had to write my father. He had to stop any attacks that he was planning here. I would have to write something that would blame the death eater that failed and not him. If he even thought that I was insulting him he would have me chained up in a matter of seconds he saw the letter.
So I slowly sat down at my desk and pulled out a piece of parchment. I pulled out an empty ink well and slit my wrist. Slowly the blood dripped into the well, slowly filling it up. My father wanted all letter concerning him to be written in blood. He wanted us to go threw as much pain as we could just to show him how loyal we were.
When I was sure that there was enough blood in the well that I could write the letter I closed my eyes. I thought on my skin healing and the prefect skin. When I opened my eyes in seemed like I never had cut my wrist. Sighing I picked up a quill and began to write.
Dear Father and Lord, Things here at Hogwarts were going great. Dumbledore was starting to trust me. As you see I am using past tense when I say "he was' trusting me. One of the death eaters attacked Harry Potter's mudblood friend Hermione Grangar and failed terribly. I heard her screams so I went to watch the show. But Dumbledore caught me watching when he came to save the little mudblood. After the death eater barely escaped with a little help from me he questioned me. I was lucky that I was quick on my feet and made up a suitable lie. But no longer dose he trusts me. So I must request that you no longer have death eater's come and try to steal students. I must request you to ask me to do such missions. So that in the future you will have no such failings from me. Please write soon. I wait for your letter and till the next time I see you.
Your loving and faithful daughter, Delvasa
When I was done with the letter I waited till the blood dried and folded it so I could mail it. I went quickly to the Owlery so that I could get a quick response from my father. I knew that he would not be happy about the letter. He never did like it when people asked him not to do something. I knew the next time I saw him that I would be punished for my letter.
When I made it to the Owlery I smiled at the owls and went to the window and sent a low whistle to the wind. I was not going to use an owl to delver my message. I was going to use my friend and pet Shade. In the sky I could make out a black dot in the sky quickly coming toward me. A smile came across my face when I saw a little black dragon about as big as a hawk come flying threw the window.
"Thank you for coming old friend. I see that you are a dragon today. What's the occasion?" I asked him with a smile in my voice. You see Shade was not a normal dragon. In fact he was not a dragon at all. He was a shape- shifter. Shape-shifters are creatures that can change shape on any time they feel like it. I got Shade the day after my father's first rape. He said it was a gift for being his little whore.
Shade and me became quick friends because he was the only person I could talk to since Rose was taken from me. Shade gave he his normal little smile. "Well I thought since I had not seen you in a while I would come see you in style. Plus this is my favorite form", he said his voice was deep and completely male. I had to smile on how child like he was after how long he was alive. But shape-shifters were known to live a long time. So I guess he was still a child in his years.
Shade like all shape-shifters had the ability to talk and were smart to boot. So whenever I was in trouble he would always help me. They were always faithful to their masters. They would rather die then betray them so they were the best kinds of pets. But I never thought of Shade as a pet but more as a friend.
"About that I'm sorry. It's just with the new job and worrying about Harry I never got around being able to call you. Sorry old friend" I said as I starched under his chin. A steam of smoke came from his nostrils showing that he was happy. "Of course I forgive. I totally understand. So why you call me?" he asked me stepping back looking at me with those red eyes.
I suddenly realized that Shade looked exactly like the dragon in front of my room. How Dumbledore knew how Shade looked like was beyond me but it made my room seem a lot more warming thinking about it. "I wanted you take this letter to my father. Please get it to him as soon as possible. Tell him a need a replay soon", I said and tied the letter around his right leg.
He looked at me and nodded. "You know you shouldn't rush him. He will hurt you for that", he said as he spread his wings about to leave. " Don't I know it" I said to him just as he jumped out the window. I watched him until he was only a speck in the sky. With a sigh I left the Owlery to go back to my room maybe I would be able to finish the kids schedules today. But the very idea did not seem likely.
The Next Day
Well I found out as soon as I got to my room why Cornelius Fudge was talking to Dumbledore. He was telling Albus that Harry's lawyer was going to come today to interview him. I was a nervous wreck. I did not want Harry to talk to some stranger about what happened. I was worried on how he will act around this guy and how he would feel about opening old wounds.
I was pacing down the hallway when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I jumped up in the air and spun around. It was Harry. I gave a sigh of relief and let out a little laugh. " Harry man you scared the crap out of me", then I saw the fear in his eyes and got even more worried then I already was. I did not know that was possible.
"What's wrong Harry" I asked softly to him and grabbed him hands. Tears slowly began to fall from his eyes. "I don't want to tell anyone about what happened. I know I need to so that he can be punished but I don't want people to think I am weak. And that I could have done something to stop him. They might say that it is my fault" he said his voice soft not looking into my eyes.
Never had I ever seen such a look of defeat in Harry's eyes before. Sorrow filled my heart on how I had failed my little brother. I should have been able to save him from this shame. I knew all to well how he was feeling. The least I could do was stop him from blaming himself.
I went down to my knees in front of Harry so I could look up into his eyes. "Harry did not blame your self. You had no control over what happened. Never. Ever. Blame yourself. It is not your fault. Now listen to me Harry. What you need to do is tell that lawyer what happened. He will not blame you for what happened. He is on your side. All he needs is yours side of the story so we can put that bastard in jail. OK try not to hide anything. If you want I can go in there with you" I said speaking slowly as if I was talking to a child.
His eyes seemed to light up at the idea of me coming with him to the interview. "Please. I would like you to come", he said his voice now hopeful. I smiled and stood up still holding his hands. "Of course I will go. Lets go before we are late," I said and we both went off to Dubledore's office.
By the time we got there we were about five minutes late but I did not care. Before we went in I turned to Harry to ask if he was ready. He gave me a forced smile and nodded. I said the past word and we went into the office.
There were three chairs in front of Dubledore's desk when I walked in. One chair was facing two other chairs. In the chair in front sat a young man with light brown curly hair and think glasses. He was setting up his quill and paper as we came in. Behind the two other chairs stood Snape in the shadows.
I nodded to Snape and Dumbledore as I walked in. I gave the man in the other chair a blank face until he stood up to shake my hand. "I am William Stevens and I am Harry's lawyer", he said holding out his hand. I nodded to him and gave his hand a firm shake. "I am Delvasa. Harry's friend and professor. I must ask that you do not make this to hard for him with to many questions. It is already hard for him enough", I said polity, biting back the threat on his life if he pushed Harry too much.
He nodded and gave me a smile. He than turned to Harry and stuck out his hand for him to shake. Harry looked at his hand blankly and sat in the seat next to me. I smiled and sat down in the chair behind me. William seemed offended by Harry's behavior so I had to make him understand.
"Harry no longer touches people. Mr. Stevens. He only touches his friends and me. So now that we have that covered that I believe we can start the interview. The sooner we start the sooner we finish", I said again being polite to Mr. Stevens for his ignorance.
"Of course, of course let us start. So Harry can you tell us what happened over your summer break and what did your uncle do to you" Mr. Stevens asked his quill already scratching on the parchment. I gave Harry and reassuring nod. He sighed and began.
"I must ask that you do not interrupt me while I am telling you the story. I want it out quick and clean alright", he stated his voice blank getting ready tell everyone what happened. When every one nodded he began.
"It began about as soon as I got back from school. It seemed Uncle Vernon had lost his job at the drill company and could not get a new job. So my aunt began to work while my uncle took drinking. He started to get violent so my aunt left and to her son, my cousin away. She said he was lazy and violent and when he got a job and got back on his feet to call her then.
I stood in my room not wanting to get in the fight. When she left I hoped that she would take me with her. Because it was her blood that was protecting me in that house. But she never came back to get me.
My uncle began to drink more heavily. And he started to mumble things. Saying things like 'It's that freaks fault she left not mine." After a few weeks of drinking and mumbling he truly did believe that it was my fault she left and not his.
I tried not to get in his way. But one morning I was cooking breakfast and burnt the toast. He came running into the kitchen in a rage. Bellowing at me ' This is the reason she left me. You always messing up doing freaky things. Always doing dumb things'. Just as he started to calm down a bit an owl flew threw the window that seemed to be the last straw.
His arm shot out in great speed and snapped the bird's neck. The poor thing never had a chance. He threw the body out the window and came charging toward me. ' You always causing freaky things to happen. You made her leave me. Now I am going to make you pay for all the pain you caused me you freak' he yelled at me and grabbed me by the hair and began to drag me out of the room.
He grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me so that I could not fight back. He dragged my up stairs to my room and locked me in it. At first I tried to unlock the door or find a way out. I never had seen my uncle like that before I did not know what he would do. I could not find a way out. I did not have my wand.
He came back a few minutes later with a large bag and a lot of rope. Slowly he walked over to me blocking in a corner so that I could not get away. He punched me in the face and knocked me out.
When I woke up I was tied to my bed so that I could not move. My uncle was standing over me with a crazed look in his eyes. A shiver went down my spin when he pulled out a large baseball and swung it down onto my legs. I heard the cracking of the bones and pain shot threw my legs.
I bit down I would not scream. I would never give that man the pleasure of hearing my screams. But the pain was almost unbearable. Then he swung again this time at my ribs. Again I heard the nauseating crack of bone being broken. Only this time I felt something inside me being butchered. I knew I was bleeding from the inside.
He kept betting me with the bat until every bone in my body was broken. Still I did not scream. I was on the edge of consciousness. The pain was fogging up my mind. Breathing became a task I had to think about. I had to force air in my lungs and out just to keep breathing.
My uncle looked down at me when he was done with the bat and threw it to the floor. He rubbed my face with the back of his hand. A small smile went across his lips when he saw me cringe at his touch. Then he lowered his lips to my ears.
I could smell the alcohol on his breath. It was so strong that it made my eyes water from the smell. ' I just want to hear you scream. If you scream I promise I will go easer on you. Just scream, you little freak' he said into me ear his voice slurred and hard. The whole time rubbing my face.
Slowly I turned to him and spat blood in his face. He bellowed in anger, then slapped me across the face. Causing more blood to slip from my lips. ' I will make you scream you little freak. I will make you scream some how' he yelled and pulled out a butcher knife and smiled down at me.
Without so much as a threat he pushed the knife into my stomach. The knife went threw my skin as if were nothing. The pain was immediate. Blood poured down my waist as he dug the knife as fair as it would go. When he was sure that it was deep enough inside he began to rotate the knife.
The pain was like lighting across my body. I held my breath so that I would not scream. I yelled at myself not to even breath for I would risk screaming. I passed out soon after from the lack of air.
I was beaten for a month. Normal beatings with the bat and knife. But still I would never scream. He would wait until I healed a little bit then he would start all over again. He would go into uncontrollable rages every time he would leave. Cause I would never scream for him. It was about a week before Delvasa came when he finally found out how to make me scream".
Harry trailed off staring at the wall. His eyes blank. I knew in his mind he was reliving all these events that he was speaking of. I reached over and grabbed his hand. His eyes cleared and he looked at me with fear in his eyes. I didn't want him to continue. I knew how much it hurt to speak about such things. But he had to. The sooner he was done the sooner he could leave.
"Come Harry. Your doing fine. Just get it over with honey. Take a deep breathe and finish it", I said softly tears almost coming to my eyes. The look of pain in Harry's eyes was almost too much to bear. He sighed and took a deep breath and continued.
"The week before Delvasa saved me I was in another one of my uncle's beatings. I was so used to the pain I barely felt it. But this time when my uncle came in he had an evil glint in his eyes that I had never seen before. But I just pushed it aside not caring about what pain he could put me threw.
When he pulled the knife from my body he licked the knife clean from top to bottom. He never had done that before and it had un-nerved me. ' I think I found out how to make you scream, my little freak' he said this time his voice was full of something I never heard in his voice before. Lust.
Suddenly I realized what that evil glint in his eyes was. It was lust. He never had lust in his eyes before when ever he looked at me. I was all of sudden very scared. And even before I could even blink he ripped my pants off.
Now I was yelling at him to stop. Not screaming but yelling. No longer was I afraid but now I was angry. What the hell was he doing? Then when he ripped my boxers off I knew what he was going to do. Then I began to scream.
An evil laugh came from his throat when he heard me screams. Suddenly his large hands were around my man hood. And he began to stroke me up and down. My screams became louder. Disgust filled me as I felt his chubby hands touch me.
' Lets see if I can make you scream louder' he whispered to me in my ears when he was sure I was hard. Tears now fell to down my cheeks as his face went in between my legs. A soft laugh came from his lips when he saw that I was aroused. Then he took me in his mouth.
I began to wiggle trying to free myself from this monster. But every time I would move he would run his teeth down my man hood. My screams became more pitiful as tears were pouring down my face. Finally I climaxed in his mouth.
He swallowed my semen as if it were fine wine. I threw up all over myself never have I ever felt more disgusted with myself in my life. When he stood up he looked my up and down. Then he grabbed my ass and squeezed it. ' Never tasted anything so good. I knew I would make you scream' he said and then walked out of the room.
When he was out of the room I threw up again. And I started to scream again. He did it for a week. He first comes in, bets me, and then sucks me. When Delvasa came he said that he was going to rape me that day. That was what happened".
Harry was done and the whole room was silent. I felt pain in my right shoulder. I looked at it and found that Snape's hand was gripping my shoulder hard enough to burse. I didn't saying anything because I knew that Snape just needed something to hold onto at the moment.
For the first time during the meeting I looked up at the other men. My godfather was staring at his hands and tears were falling from his eyes. Mr. Stevens some time during the story had dropped his quill and it was now writing on its own. Then I turned to Harry he was looking at his shoes not even looking at anyone.
I was the one to break the silence. "Can Harry go. I am sure that he can leave now." I said loud and harsh waking everyone from their shock. Everyone blinked at me dumbly. "Mr. Stevens I asked if Harry can leave. He is done here", I said now glaring at the lawyer.
"Yes of course he can leave," he said dumbly blushing for missing the first time I asked. Harry stood and almost ran out the door. Before he left he turned and waved at me and then ran out the door.
When he was gone I turned to Snape. He was paler then normal. If that was even possible. His black eyes were hollow as if he was not here in this room. I grabbed his hand and held it in my own. He blinked and I saw life in those eyes. And then they burned with hate.
"I can't believe that man did that to him" he hissed his anger taking over. I still held his hand some how not wanting to let him go. He looked so beautiful in his anger.
"We have enough to put the bastard away for life. We even got the knife. We will win this case", Mr. Stevens said making me have to look away from Snape. "That is good news. So this meeting is over?" I asked my voice hollow not showing how much I wanted to leave this room.
"Yes, there is no need for you or Professor Snape to stay here. I just have to speak to the Headmaster a bit", he said and smiled at me. I nodded and stood. Pulling Snape with me. I still had not let go of his hand. As we walked past my godfather, I paused.
"There was nothing you could have done. We did not know. Don't you dare blame yourself, Albus. Don't you dare", I said to my godfather then walked out the room. When we were outside the office I paused then turned to Snape waiting for him to speak.
He looked at me and sighed. "You had to hold all that in without telling anyone "he said his voice heavy with emotion. A tear went down my face. I froze. I took a deep breath and swallowed my tears. "Harry was not the only one to have woken up screaming." I said my voice blank not showing any emotion. Snape sighed. He knew I did not want to talk about it.
"We have schedules to do. I believe there is a lot of room down in my office I think we could work together on them", he said changing the subject. I gave him one of my eye smiles and nodded. "I would like that" I said and we went down the hall still holding hands.
(That is the end of that chapter. I am sorry that it is so long. But I could not stop myself. I am also sorry about how long it took for me to update. Just took a long time to write this chapter. Please tell me how you like it. I beg all of you to review (falls to knees and begs). It would make me very happy. The next chapter is when they go to court. Delvasa also runs into an old enemy. Well I have to run. Please Review. Also please do not flame. Love ya'll.
P.S. I do not own Harry Potter. I only own Delvasa. (Weeps)
I ran quickly back to my room so that I could get dress to see Dumbledore to tell him what happened. I threw on some clothes no even seeing what I was putting on. When I was sure I properly dressed I ran back out of my room to Dumbledore's office.
In five minutes I was in front of the gargoyle leading to his office. I knocked softly on the door not knowing the password. He it changed at least everyday. I was not in the meeting this morning to find out what it was.
As soon as my hand hit the wood of the door it swung open. Quickly I walked into the room. To my surprise I found Cornelius Fudge the Minster of Magic sitting in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk.
Quickly I calmed my breath and composed myself as I walked over to them. "Good to see you, Professor Delvasa. As you can see that Mr. Fudge and I are having a meeting", he said his voice steady and polite but I knew he was telling me to leave without the Minster knowing. But it was to late. Fudge had stood up and was walking over to me with a smile plastered on his face.
This man sickened me. He was the reason why some many innocent people were dieing. My father counted on his stupidity to get many of our missions done. And to see him in person made me want to slit his throat. But I knew that it would not help our cause.
"Please to meet you, Professor Delvasa. I am Cornelius Fudge. It is a pleasure meeting you", he said his voice pure professionalism. I bit back all my sharp remarks on how he would be the death of the wizarding world and stuck out my and shuck his. "It is an honor to meet such a man of great power in our society. I am sorry that I have interrupted your meeting with the Headmaster. I will leave you now so that you can finish. It was a pleasure", I said my voice pure sweatiness but still dripping with sarcasm.
Fudge had a look of confusion on his face. He did not know whether to take my comment as an insult or as a complement. But I did not stay in time to find out. I quickly left the office without another word. Now I knew that Fudge would not like me. Well that made things even, cause I did not like him.
I walked slowly to my room wondering why the Minster of Magic was talking to Dumbledore. Maybe he finally believed in Albus and was willing to help out the Order. Or maybe I was blonde. Whatever the reason it was not good for the Order I knew that was for sure.
As I walked into my room I knew that I had to write my father. He had to stop any attacks that he was planning here. I would have to write something that would blame the death eater that failed and not him. If he even thought that I was insulting him he would have me chained up in a matter of seconds he saw the letter.
So I slowly sat down at my desk and pulled out a piece of parchment. I pulled out an empty ink well and slit my wrist. Slowly the blood dripped into the well, slowly filling it up. My father wanted all letter concerning him to be written in blood. He wanted us to go threw as much pain as we could just to show him how loyal we were.
When I was sure that there was enough blood in the well that I could write the letter I closed my eyes. I thought on my skin healing and the prefect skin. When I opened my eyes in seemed like I never had cut my wrist. Sighing I picked up a quill and began to write.
Dear Father and Lord, Things here at Hogwarts were going great. Dumbledore was starting to trust me. As you see I am using past tense when I say "he was' trusting me. One of the death eaters attacked Harry Potter's mudblood friend Hermione Grangar and failed terribly. I heard her screams so I went to watch the show. But Dumbledore caught me watching when he came to save the little mudblood. After the death eater barely escaped with a little help from me he questioned me. I was lucky that I was quick on my feet and made up a suitable lie. But no longer dose he trusts me. So I must request that you no longer have death eater's come and try to steal students. I must request you to ask me to do such missions. So that in the future you will have no such failings from me. Please write soon. I wait for your letter and till the next time I see you.
Your loving and faithful daughter, Delvasa
When I was done with the letter I waited till the blood dried and folded it so I could mail it. I went quickly to the Owlery so that I could get a quick response from my father. I knew that he would not be happy about the letter. He never did like it when people asked him not to do something. I knew the next time I saw him that I would be punished for my letter.
When I made it to the Owlery I smiled at the owls and went to the window and sent a low whistle to the wind. I was not going to use an owl to delver my message. I was going to use my friend and pet Shade. In the sky I could make out a black dot in the sky quickly coming toward me. A smile came across my face when I saw a little black dragon about as big as a hawk come flying threw the window.
"Thank you for coming old friend. I see that you are a dragon today. What's the occasion?" I asked him with a smile in my voice. You see Shade was not a normal dragon. In fact he was not a dragon at all. He was a shape- shifter. Shape-shifters are creatures that can change shape on any time they feel like it. I got Shade the day after my father's first rape. He said it was a gift for being his little whore.
Shade and me became quick friends because he was the only person I could talk to since Rose was taken from me. Shade gave he his normal little smile. "Well I thought since I had not seen you in a while I would come see you in style. Plus this is my favorite form", he said his voice was deep and completely male. I had to smile on how child like he was after how long he was alive. But shape-shifters were known to live a long time. So I guess he was still a child in his years.
Shade like all shape-shifters had the ability to talk and were smart to boot. So whenever I was in trouble he would always help me. They were always faithful to their masters. They would rather die then betray them so they were the best kinds of pets. But I never thought of Shade as a pet but more as a friend.
"About that I'm sorry. It's just with the new job and worrying about Harry I never got around being able to call you. Sorry old friend" I said as I starched under his chin. A steam of smoke came from his nostrils showing that he was happy. "Of course I forgive. I totally understand. So why you call me?" he asked me stepping back looking at me with those red eyes.
I suddenly realized that Shade looked exactly like the dragon in front of my room. How Dumbledore knew how Shade looked like was beyond me but it made my room seem a lot more warming thinking about it. "I wanted you take this letter to my father. Please get it to him as soon as possible. Tell him a need a replay soon", I said and tied the letter around his right leg.
He looked at me and nodded. "You know you shouldn't rush him. He will hurt you for that", he said as he spread his wings about to leave. " Don't I know it" I said to him just as he jumped out the window. I watched him until he was only a speck in the sky. With a sigh I left the Owlery to go back to my room maybe I would be able to finish the kids schedules today. But the very idea did not seem likely.
The Next Day
Well I found out as soon as I got to my room why Cornelius Fudge was talking to Dumbledore. He was telling Albus that Harry's lawyer was going to come today to interview him. I was a nervous wreck. I did not want Harry to talk to some stranger about what happened. I was worried on how he will act around this guy and how he would feel about opening old wounds.
I was pacing down the hallway when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I jumped up in the air and spun around. It was Harry. I gave a sigh of relief and let out a little laugh. " Harry man you scared the crap out of me", then I saw the fear in his eyes and got even more worried then I already was. I did not know that was possible.
"What's wrong Harry" I asked softly to him and grabbed him hands. Tears slowly began to fall from his eyes. "I don't want to tell anyone about what happened. I know I need to so that he can be punished but I don't want people to think I am weak. And that I could have done something to stop him. They might say that it is my fault" he said his voice soft not looking into my eyes.
Never had I ever seen such a look of defeat in Harry's eyes before. Sorrow filled my heart on how I had failed my little brother. I should have been able to save him from this shame. I knew all to well how he was feeling. The least I could do was stop him from blaming himself.
I went down to my knees in front of Harry so I could look up into his eyes. "Harry did not blame your self. You had no control over what happened. Never. Ever. Blame yourself. It is not your fault. Now listen to me Harry. What you need to do is tell that lawyer what happened. He will not blame you for what happened. He is on your side. All he needs is yours side of the story so we can put that bastard in jail. OK try not to hide anything. If you want I can go in there with you" I said speaking slowly as if I was talking to a child.
His eyes seemed to light up at the idea of me coming with him to the interview. "Please. I would like you to come", he said his voice now hopeful. I smiled and stood up still holding his hands. "Of course I will go. Lets go before we are late," I said and we both went off to Dubledore's office.
By the time we got there we were about five minutes late but I did not care. Before we went in I turned to Harry to ask if he was ready. He gave me a forced smile and nodded. I said the past word and we went into the office.
There were three chairs in front of Dubledore's desk when I walked in. One chair was facing two other chairs. In the chair in front sat a young man with light brown curly hair and think glasses. He was setting up his quill and paper as we came in. Behind the two other chairs stood Snape in the shadows.
I nodded to Snape and Dumbledore as I walked in. I gave the man in the other chair a blank face until he stood up to shake my hand. "I am William Stevens and I am Harry's lawyer", he said holding out his hand. I nodded to him and gave his hand a firm shake. "I am Delvasa. Harry's friend and professor. I must ask that you do not make this to hard for him with to many questions. It is already hard for him enough", I said polity, biting back the threat on his life if he pushed Harry too much.
He nodded and gave me a smile. He than turned to Harry and stuck out his hand for him to shake. Harry looked at his hand blankly and sat in the seat next to me. I smiled and sat down in the chair behind me. William seemed offended by Harry's behavior so I had to make him understand.
"Harry no longer touches people. Mr. Stevens. He only touches his friends and me. So now that we have that covered that I believe we can start the interview. The sooner we start the sooner we finish", I said again being polite to Mr. Stevens for his ignorance.
"Of course, of course let us start. So Harry can you tell us what happened over your summer break and what did your uncle do to you" Mr. Stevens asked his quill already scratching on the parchment. I gave Harry and reassuring nod. He sighed and began.
"I must ask that you do not interrupt me while I am telling you the story. I want it out quick and clean alright", he stated his voice blank getting ready tell everyone what happened. When every one nodded he began.
"It began about as soon as I got back from school. It seemed Uncle Vernon had lost his job at the drill company and could not get a new job. So my aunt began to work while my uncle took drinking. He started to get violent so my aunt left and to her son, my cousin away. She said he was lazy and violent and when he got a job and got back on his feet to call her then.
I stood in my room not wanting to get in the fight. When she left I hoped that she would take me with her. Because it was her blood that was protecting me in that house. But she never came back to get me.
My uncle began to drink more heavily. And he started to mumble things. Saying things like 'It's that freaks fault she left not mine." After a few weeks of drinking and mumbling he truly did believe that it was my fault she left and not his.
I tried not to get in his way. But one morning I was cooking breakfast and burnt the toast. He came running into the kitchen in a rage. Bellowing at me ' This is the reason she left me. You always messing up doing freaky things. Always doing dumb things'. Just as he started to calm down a bit an owl flew threw the window that seemed to be the last straw.
His arm shot out in great speed and snapped the bird's neck. The poor thing never had a chance. He threw the body out the window and came charging toward me. ' You always causing freaky things to happen. You made her leave me. Now I am going to make you pay for all the pain you caused me you freak' he yelled at me and grabbed me by the hair and began to drag me out of the room.
He grabbed my arms and pulled them behind me so that I could not fight back. He dragged my up stairs to my room and locked me in it. At first I tried to unlock the door or find a way out. I never had seen my uncle like that before I did not know what he would do. I could not find a way out. I did not have my wand.
He came back a few minutes later with a large bag and a lot of rope. Slowly he walked over to me blocking in a corner so that I could not get away. He punched me in the face and knocked me out.
When I woke up I was tied to my bed so that I could not move. My uncle was standing over me with a crazed look in his eyes. A shiver went down my spin when he pulled out a large baseball and swung it down onto my legs. I heard the cracking of the bones and pain shot threw my legs.
I bit down I would not scream. I would never give that man the pleasure of hearing my screams. But the pain was almost unbearable. Then he swung again this time at my ribs. Again I heard the nauseating crack of bone being broken. Only this time I felt something inside me being butchered. I knew I was bleeding from the inside.
He kept betting me with the bat until every bone in my body was broken. Still I did not scream. I was on the edge of consciousness. The pain was fogging up my mind. Breathing became a task I had to think about. I had to force air in my lungs and out just to keep breathing.
My uncle looked down at me when he was done with the bat and threw it to the floor. He rubbed my face with the back of his hand. A small smile went across his lips when he saw me cringe at his touch. Then he lowered his lips to my ears.
I could smell the alcohol on his breath. It was so strong that it made my eyes water from the smell. ' I just want to hear you scream. If you scream I promise I will go easer on you. Just scream, you little freak' he said into me ear his voice slurred and hard. The whole time rubbing my face.
Slowly I turned to him and spat blood in his face. He bellowed in anger, then slapped me across the face. Causing more blood to slip from my lips. ' I will make you scream you little freak. I will make you scream some how' he yelled and pulled out a butcher knife and smiled down at me.
Without so much as a threat he pushed the knife into my stomach. The knife went threw my skin as if were nothing. The pain was immediate. Blood poured down my waist as he dug the knife as fair as it would go. When he was sure that it was deep enough inside he began to rotate the knife.
The pain was like lighting across my body. I held my breath so that I would not scream. I yelled at myself not to even breath for I would risk screaming. I passed out soon after from the lack of air.
I was beaten for a month. Normal beatings with the bat and knife. But still I would never scream. He would wait until I healed a little bit then he would start all over again. He would go into uncontrollable rages every time he would leave. Cause I would never scream for him. It was about a week before Delvasa came when he finally found out how to make me scream".
Harry trailed off staring at the wall. His eyes blank. I knew in his mind he was reliving all these events that he was speaking of. I reached over and grabbed his hand. His eyes cleared and he looked at me with fear in his eyes. I didn't want him to continue. I knew how much it hurt to speak about such things. But he had to. The sooner he was done the sooner he could leave.
"Come Harry. Your doing fine. Just get it over with honey. Take a deep breathe and finish it", I said softly tears almost coming to my eyes. The look of pain in Harry's eyes was almost too much to bear. He sighed and took a deep breath and continued.
"The week before Delvasa saved me I was in another one of my uncle's beatings. I was so used to the pain I barely felt it. But this time when my uncle came in he had an evil glint in his eyes that I had never seen before. But I just pushed it aside not caring about what pain he could put me threw.
When he pulled the knife from my body he licked the knife clean from top to bottom. He never had done that before and it had un-nerved me. ' I think I found out how to make you scream, my little freak' he said this time his voice was full of something I never heard in his voice before. Lust.
Suddenly I realized what that evil glint in his eyes was. It was lust. He never had lust in his eyes before when ever he looked at me. I was all of sudden very scared. And even before I could even blink he ripped my pants off.
Now I was yelling at him to stop. Not screaming but yelling. No longer was I afraid but now I was angry. What the hell was he doing? Then when he ripped my boxers off I knew what he was going to do. Then I began to scream.
An evil laugh came from his throat when he heard me screams. Suddenly his large hands were around my man hood. And he began to stroke me up and down. My screams became louder. Disgust filled me as I felt his chubby hands touch me.
' Lets see if I can make you scream louder' he whispered to me in my ears when he was sure I was hard. Tears now fell to down my cheeks as his face went in between my legs. A soft laugh came from his lips when he saw that I was aroused. Then he took me in his mouth.
I began to wiggle trying to free myself from this monster. But every time I would move he would run his teeth down my man hood. My screams became more pitiful as tears were pouring down my face. Finally I climaxed in his mouth.
He swallowed my semen as if it were fine wine. I threw up all over myself never have I ever felt more disgusted with myself in my life. When he stood up he looked my up and down. Then he grabbed my ass and squeezed it. ' Never tasted anything so good. I knew I would make you scream' he said and then walked out of the room.
When he was out of the room I threw up again. And I started to scream again. He did it for a week. He first comes in, bets me, and then sucks me. When Delvasa came he said that he was going to rape me that day. That was what happened".
Harry was done and the whole room was silent. I felt pain in my right shoulder. I looked at it and found that Snape's hand was gripping my shoulder hard enough to burse. I didn't saying anything because I knew that Snape just needed something to hold onto at the moment.
For the first time during the meeting I looked up at the other men. My godfather was staring at his hands and tears were falling from his eyes. Mr. Stevens some time during the story had dropped his quill and it was now writing on its own. Then I turned to Harry he was looking at his shoes not even looking at anyone.
I was the one to break the silence. "Can Harry go. I am sure that he can leave now." I said loud and harsh waking everyone from their shock. Everyone blinked at me dumbly. "Mr. Stevens I asked if Harry can leave. He is done here", I said now glaring at the lawyer.
"Yes of course he can leave," he said dumbly blushing for missing the first time I asked. Harry stood and almost ran out the door. Before he left he turned and waved at me and then ran out the door.
When he was gone I turned to Snape. He was paler then normal. If that was even possible. His black eyes were hollow as if he was not here in this room. I grabbed his hand and held it in my own. He blinked and I saw life in those eyes. And then they burned with hate.
"I can't believe that man did that to him" he hissed his anger taking over. I still held his hand some how not wanting to let him go. He looked so beautiful in his anger.
"We have enough to put the bastard away for life. We even got the knife. We will win this case", Mr. Stevens said making me have to look away from Snape. "That is good news. So this meeting is over?" I asked my voice hollow not showing how much I wanted to leave this room.
"Yes, there is no need for you or Professor Snape to stay here. I just have to speak to the Headmaster a bit", he said and smiled at me. I nodded and stood. Pulling Snape with me. I still had not let go of his hand. As we walked past my godfather, I paused.
"There was nothing you could have done. We did not know. Don't you dare blame yourself, Albus. Don't you dare", I said to my godfather then walked out the room. When we were outside the office I paused then turned to Snape waiting for him to speak.
He looked at me and sighed. "You had to hold all that in without telling anyone "he said his voice heavy with emotion. A tear went down my face. I froze. I took a deep breath and swallowed my tears. "Harry was not the only one to have woken up screaming." I said my voice blank not showing any emotion. Snape sighed. He knew I did not want to talk about it.
"We have schedules to do. I believe there is a lot of room down in my office I think we could work together on them", he said changing the subject. I gave him one of my eye smiles and nodded. "I would like that" I said and we went down the hall still holding hands.
(That is the end of that chapter. I am sorry that it is so long. But I could not stop myself. I am also sorry about how long it took for me to update. Just took a long time to write this chapter. Please tell me how you like it. I beg all of you to review (falls to knees and begs). It would make me very happy. The next chapter is when they go to court. Delvasa also runs into an old enemy. Well I have to run. Please Review. Also please do not flame. Love ya'll.
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