Chapter Five: Nightmares, Questions, and Answers

A week later, Ron was lying next to her in bed. They rarely slept in his anymore. He felt that she was more comfortable here.

'I really hate myself right now. I can't help but be a little turned on by her. She's in this tiny tank top with a pair of really short shorts on.' Ron thought to himself as she laid with her back to his stomach. Ron was fighting the urge to kiss her neck. She had this little indent where her neck met her shoulders that Ron wanted to lick to see her response. He knew he couldn't though.

"Ron, why did you talk to me that day, on the train? I mean you could have just sat there in silence." Sairae wondered out loud.

"Well I have a secret to tell you. I thought you were the prettiest girl I ever saw. I just was afraid to talk to you because you seemed to be reserved." Ron answered. He turned her face to his. He kissed her nose and forehead.

"You can kiss me. I'll be okay with it, I swear." Sairae said as she looked up to him. Ron tilted his head towards her and kissed her lightly on the lips. Sairae parted her lips a little. Ron didn't know whether to further the kiss because that started her off the last time. Sairae caressed her tongue against Ron's and he kissed her back. Sairae's hands went up his shirt lightly rubbing his back. Ron left his hands on her hips. They kissed for what seemed like hours. Sairae took his hands and had him touch her breasts. She tensed a little.

"We don't have to do all this. I don't want to hurt you." Ron whispered to her.

"No it's fine. Just please be easy on them. He always bruised them using too much force." Sairae answered him.

Ron softly massaged them and then ran his thumb across her nipple. She moaned and looked up at Ron. He looked down at her lovingly.

'I didn't know that it could be this nice. I'm used to pain.' Sairae thought to herself as she let herself indulge in more of his sweetness. Ron soon decided that he didn't want to push her so he slowly stopped and turned her on her side. He wrapped his arms around her waist and enjoyed the warmth of her body against his.

"I can't believe I'm going to have his baby!" Sairae said exasperated. She really was dreading that he would take her baby away from her and do things to it that it didn't deserve.

"I know. I already told you that it's okay if you declare it mine. I promise I'll help you take care of it even if something happens between us." Ron promised her.

"Okay." Sairae said. She cuddled into him and soon fell asleep.

He had come to take her back. He believed that she was his for touching in any which way he pleased. Sairae was frightened and couldn't help but huddle back in the closet. 'Don't come for me. Don't come for me.' She kept thinking to herself as she heard the banging and crashing of Brandt looking for her.

"Don't hide from me you little bitch! I now know what it means to have power over you." Brandt said to the room he was searching.

Sairae was stirring and kicking in her sleep. Ron was jerked awake by a muffled scream. When he looked at Sairae, he could tell she was having a nightmare.

"Sairae, wake up!" Ron shouted as he shook her. She stayed asleep, but kept thrashing about.

He found her in the closet. He picked her up and took her to his bed. Brandt grabbed her butt hard enough to leave a bruise. He then ripped off her clothes.

Ron watched as Sairae's clothes just came right off her and flung themselves across the room. What was going on with her? He had to get someone. He went to the fireplace in the Common Room.

"Head Boy and Head Girl." He said to it. Harry and Hermione's face appeared in the fire side by side.

"I need you guys. I need you now. Something's wrong with Sairae." Ron said in a panicked voice. Hermione saw the worry on his face and nodded her head. Then they were gone. Ron hoped they really would be quick. He went back to her room and sat and watched on her bed. He noticed that her butt had a very large bruise on it.

"See what you didn't know my sweet, little stepdaughter is that I, Brandt Michaels, have made an alliance with an evil wizard. One that told me once he's done with taking over the wizarding world he would let me have you as my prize for being such a devoted servant. This wizard, his name is Voldemort. And luckily for you, he's letting me sneak into your dreams whenever I wish. This way even if your not here. I can have you, as my own. Isn't that wonderful?" Brandt explained to her. He then grabbed her by her wrists. He took the cord he had in his closet and tied her to his headboard. Once she was completely restrained he unzipped his pants and put his hard length into her. She screamed from the pain. He was beating into her maniacally and grabbing at her hard.

"I don't know what's wrong." Ron said once Hermione and Harry arrived. They all watched Sairae lay on the bed. She was screaming in pain. Ron winced because he couldn't help her. He didn't know how.

"I know what's going on." Hermione said. "Someone's in her dream. It's a very powerful control so whoever it is has to know some very advanced magic. I can get her out of it, but I need Harry to go get Dumbledore. He will need to know about this immediately." Hermione said. Harry nodded and left at once.

Hermione lifted her wand. "Rimouva Sogno!"

Sairae stopped moving and her eyes flew open. She looked up to see that Hermione and Ron were watching her from the end of the bed. She looked down at herself and noticed that she had no clothes on. She hurriedly wrapped her arms around herself.

"That wasn't just a dream was it?" She simply asked Hermione, who shook her head with a frown.

"Are you okay?" Ron asked her as he sat on the bed next to her gently and wrapped a sheet around her.

Before Sairae could answer Harry came through the door with Dumbledore.

"Hello, Headmaster." Hermione said. She bowed her head slightly.

"Hello, Ms. Granger. What has happened? Mr. Potter said that it was something of an emergency." Dumbledore said looking to Sairae and Ron.

"Someone was in Sairae's dream. He was doing things to her that we couldn't see, but she was thrashing about and looking as if she was being beaten by the several bruises that appeared by themselves." Hermione explained.

"It was my stepfather. He told me that he became a servant of You-Know-Who, and I am his reward for being a servant. He told me that whenever I would sleep that he would enter my dreams and take me." Sairae said as she started to cry. Ron held onto her tighter. He hated seeing her like this. She looked so sad and vulnerable.

Dumbledore nodded his head and watched the girl. She was very battered and should be taken to the Infirmary.

"Ms. Jamieson, I believe that Mr. Weasley here should take you to the hospital wing." Dumbledore answered. He had a plan. He needed to speak with Draco Malfoy. "Mr. Potter, please find Mr. Malfoy and bring him to the hospital wing at once."

Harry nodded and soon left the room. Everyone left except for Ron while Sairae dressed quickly. After she had finished Ron lifted her up and carried her all the way to the Infirmary.

"Drink this. It'll protect your mind for a few nights. I will give Mr. Weasley some more to distribute to you in about five days. You'll be safe." Dumbledore said. Sairae drank it. It tasted awful, but the stuff that worked best always did. Ron watched her. He was so scared for her. He loved her and couldn't bring himself to admit it for fear that it was too fast. He had only began to see her two months ago and now he was in love.

"Mr. Weasley has my permission to spend his time with her. His assignments, along with Ms. Jamieson's will be brought to them here until she is healed." Dumbledore said to Madam Pomfrey.

At that moment Draco Malfoy appeared in the doorway. He saw the girl in another state on the hospital wing bed.

"Spend a lot of time here don't you?" Draco asked sympathetically. It was the only thing he could think of that might lighten the look on her face. "Oh, and I'm sorry about when I got mad at you. As you suspected, Ginny and I are seeing each other. And before Weasel over here gets all protective big brother on me, I want you to know that I never will hurt her. Also, I will help do whatever I can to destroy the person who did this to you."

"Malfoy? Are you feeling okay?" Sairae questioned looking a bit awestruck.

"Let's put it this way, I know how it feels to have someone beat you. I can't say that I know the rest of your pain, but I do share that with you. And Ginny, well she's helping me figure some things out about me that I didn't know were there until now. She simply is the most caring person I've met and she's changing me for the better."

Sairae nodded. She had a bond with Malfoy now. Something that kept her hope alive. If she could bond with Malfoy, anything could happen.

"Mr. Malfoy, there is something extremely dangerous that I need you to do." Dumbledore spoke to him. "I need you to spy on your father and the Death Eaters for the Order. Also for Ms. Jamieson's sake."

"It's done." Malfoy said with a slight bow of his head.

Ron laid next to her on the bed. It only took an hour or so to convince Madam Pomfrey for him to do so. She really didn't want him there, but seeing as Sairae wanted him there and refused to be a good patient until he was, Madam Pomfrey gave in.

"Okay." She simply had muttered when Sairae refused to give in. The bed had extended and Ron slowly climbed in next to her. He was looking forward to spending his days with her and finding out about her. He never did get to find out about her mother or real father.

The next morning over breakfast Ron got Sairae talking about her mother and everything that lead to Sairae's strange family set-up.

"Well my mother's name, including her married names, was Hazel Lynne Coast Jamieson Michaels. She was so beautiful. She had beautiful soft blondish-brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. That's why my grandma named her that. My mother's eyes were hazel at birth unlike any other baby. In the United States, you start school at a very young age. So my mother had attended a school of witchcraft and wizardry at the age of five. She then graduated at eighteen. Not long afterwards she met my father and had me. I never knew my father because he disappeared when I was two. My mother knew he didn't walk out on us, but something happened to him. Then when I was six my mother found Brandt. At the time he was a loving and sweet man. He got me everything and never hurt me. Not until the accident took my mama away. My mother was returning home from a long trip in Ireland when she got in between a Death Eater and a victim. My mother was always one for doing what was right. After that, Brandt became abusive. Then when we moved here because this muggle organization called DCFS was watching his every move because a neighbor called it on them, he started raping me. I think that he sees my mother in me and wants her back. I hate him, but I don't blame him. He's just sick, very very sick if you ask me." Sairae explained to him.

Ron just held her as she spilled her heart out to him. Her life had so much tragedy and sadness that he didn't know how to react to her story. He could tell that she loved her mother and wanted desperately to know who her father was. Ron didn't know what to say to her or how to make her feel better.

"How about you? Tell me about your family." Sairae prodded.

"They're simple. There's my mum and dad, Molly and Arthur Weasley. Then you have my siblings: Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, and Ginny. We all live in the Burrow and we're pretty much a happy family. The only thing is that Percy is a dick. He's all about being Cornelius Fudge's lapdog. It pisses me off that he's hurting Mum and Dad like this, but other than that we're a pretty normal wizarding family." Ron said simply.

Sairae kissed him. Soon they were kissing passionately. Sairae liked the way that Ron made her feel secure and beautiful. She needed that after all the years of pain and anguish when it came to her and sex. Sairae thought about how she wanted to be alone with him. Soon the hospital wing floated away and they were in her dorm still embraced in the kiss.