Chapter Six: Gone

Ron pushed Sairae back a little to look at her. He didn't want to hurt her or make her think she had to do this in any way. He also didn't want to hurt the baby.

"Sairae, I meant it when I said that I don't want to hurt you, but now I also don't want to hurt the baby." Ron whispered to her.

"I know you don't that's why if I begin to feel like I can't handle it I'll stop us, but for right now I want to try. I love you. I know it's really soon and you might not even love me, but I really do. I can't stand not being with you. The past two months of my life have been my happiest and it's all because I'm with you."

Ron looked stunned. "I love you too." He replied.

They then went back to kissing. She wanted him to make her forget, to clean her of her stepfather's torture. Ron had the lightest touch when he touched her. He also did everything with gentleness. Ron lightly took off her tank top to reveal her beautiful upper body. Ron had gotten hard just looking at her.

Sairae had felt him go hard against her once he had taken off her shirt. She was ready for him. He had made her feel something that she didn't know existed in this type of action, love. She always thought sex was a violent thing because of her stepfather.

Sairae lifted Ron's shirt above his head and let out a soft sigh when she seen how taut with muscles his chest was. It had to have been from all the Quidditch. The boy was the second best player on Gryffindor's team although she remembered when he was just really lousy, but now he was great. Ron smiled that trademark lazy Weasley smile that made her want him from the first day of third year.

Ron positioned himself above her so that his weight was slightly on her, but wasn't crushing her. She slowly took off the small pair of shorts she had on to reveal her naked form. Ron took off his boxers and looked to Sairae for permission. When she nodded her head, Ron entered her softly. She was wet from all the kissing and touching they had done beforehand. Ron groaned at how good it felt to be inside her. When he heard her give off a soft moan and whisper his name, he went a tiny bit faster, but not as to hurt her. She started to moan his name louder. She couldn't help but feel the pure ecstasy of Ron entering and exiting her. He paused between each entrance to agonize her. She wanted him to move faster so she took him in her hand to help guide him. He groaned at her hand rubbing him lightly to make him go faster, but still he went slow. It felt so good to have someone she wanted sharing something so important with her. When she couldn't take the pressure anymore they released together all the while she screamed his name.

Sairae wanted him again.

'Oh Merlin, what am I doing? I'm raped and want nothing to do with sex, and then he comes along all beautiful and I want him so bad. I can't believe I'm going to do it with him again. But he's so wonderful.' Sairae thought to herself as she and Ron took each other to the edge once more before leaving her room and returning to the hospital wing.

"Now that I'm able to think. How did you get us to your room?" Ron asked. He really wanted to know how one minute they were on a hospital bed and the next they were on hers.

"Magia di mente. It was a class I took back in the U.S. It's mind magic. It was invented for when it takes too much time to get to your wand. I had the class for six years, and the teacher said that I was extremely good at it. If I simply wanted something, I thought about it and my mind got it for me. I'm surprised that Hogwarts doesn't have anything like it." Sairae explained to him.

Just then a small owl rapped at the Infirmary window and Ron got up to let the bird in.

"It's for you." Ron said handing Sairae the piece of paper. Sairae stared at it. She could tell just by the writing who it was from and probably what it was going to say.

My Dearest Stepdaughter,

You may have a protection against me in your sleep, but you will never escape me. I will find you and I will make sure that you know that it is me you belong to. The first thing I'm going to do when I get you is kill the baby. You don't want to give birth to a filthy bastard, now do you? After that, I will take you to my new Master and he will do with you what he pleases. He said that he wants a child and since you got pregnant so easily, you will make a fine mother. One that will take care of the newest dark edition. I can't wait until we meet again. Soon my dear daughter, soon.

Your stepfather,

Me

Sairae cried. He was right. She should just give up now and let him have her. It would save everyone at Hogwarts the grief.

"Ron, I think I should just go to him. I really don't need to mess up everyone's life." Sairae said to him. She let the tears she was holding back fall silently down her cheeks.

"You're not messing up my life. And Dumbledore wouldn't let you just walk right up to You-Know-Who and let him take you. I won't let you either. I don't want that asshole to have you ever again especially after the fact that I realized I love you and couldn't handle losing you to him."

"Ron, I'm serious, look at what I've done to you. You don't want to lose me. The thing is that as long as I'm around you're always going to be worried about me. And it's going to drive you crazy and hurt you. I don't want that. I need to talk to Dumbledore."

"No, you can't! What about all of us who care for you here? We all do. Hermione, Harry, Dumbledore, Ginny, Draco, and me, we all want you to be safe. Don't go to Dumbledore and say you want to be sent to him. I won't allow it."

"You won't allow it! Ron, I may love you, and I may be your girlfriend, but you are not my boss. I won't let you try to control me because I got tired of it when he did it, and now you want to try it."

Ron looked at her. He didn't mean for it to sound like that, but more like he loved her and couldn't lose her. And now that he made it sound like a command she was going to go to Dumbledore and suggest that she be sent back to the arse who treated her like she was some street walking scum.

Meanwhile, Draco, was bowing to his father in front of the great Lord Voldemort.

"My son wishes to take ranks with your servants, my Lord." Lucious said in a tone that clearly gave away his thankfulness that Draco came around. He was tired of beating it into him. The boy needed to learn his place.

"Well then I think that he shall have to complete a task before actually being able to bear the mark of a Death Eater." Lord Voldemort said.

"What is it that I shall have to do?" Draco asked while looking warily at the man before him. Draco took the time before Voldemort answered to look at him. 'He really didn't look all that great. I mean really all he did anyways was go after people with an unforgivable. I mean how much power did that take?'

"You shall have to bring me someone that I wish to meet. Her name is Sairae Jamieson. She's your age and attends her school. I intend on finishing out the prophecy that has been given to me. All I need is to bear a child with an innocent young woman. Not innocent as in virgin, but innocent as in her heart is full of love instead of rage, and I think she will do just nicely."

"As you wish. I know exactly where this girl is, and I will bring her to you to prove my worthiness."

"Good. Now return back to school. I don't want that fool Dumbledore getting any suspicions about you."

"Headmaster, I wish to speak to you." Sairae said as she found him outside the staircase to his office. He nodded for her to follow. He looked at Ron, he clearly wished to be apart of this conversation. Dumbledore nodded at him too and they all ascended the staircase.

"Yes, Miss Jamieson, what is it?" Dumbledore responded without glancing at Ron who seemed very upset to be there.

"I wish to be sent to my stepfather. He won't stop and with Voldemort behind him," she started as Ron winced at the name, "he will be able to get me. I might as well make it easier on everyone at Hogwarts by complying with his wishes."

Ron shook his head in defeat. He didn't want her to do this.

They heard a loud crash in the fireplace and looked over to see Draco heading out of it. He looked more pale than usual.

"Headmaster, he wants me to bring Sairae to him. He wants to…to impregnate her with his child out of some prophecy."

"I see. Well then since Miss Jamieson wants to be sent to him, I don't see why you can't take her and then watch over her."

"She, she wants to go back?" Draco looked confused as he looked to see how Ron was feeling. The color was drained out of his face and he looked deeply troubled. Draco understood, if Voldemort had wanted Ginny, well Draco didn't want to think about that.

"I don't want to put anymore people in danger. Hogwarts students and staff have enough problems without me adding to them."

"Fine, but you'll have to be upset that I'm dragging you to him. It has to look like I kidnapped you from right underneath the Headmaster's nose."

After an hour of ripping her clothes and saying her goodbyes to Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Ron, Sairae left in Draco's arms. She had been given a sleeping drought to make it look as if Draco knocked her out and was now carrying her back to his master.

Draco came to a hault in front of Voldemort. He dropped Sairae at his feet and looked up with arrogance.

"Well young Malfoy, you have proved to me more worthy than your father. You brought back my package in less than 24 hours. How bold of you to go straight to school and bring her back." Voldemort said approvingly.

"Master, there is no need for praise. All I did was bring back what you asked for in a reasonable amount of time." Draco said coolly.

"He's even modest. Very well. Well since you are so efficient, I would like you to kill the child inside of her." Voldemort commanded.

Draco didn't falter, but prayed that somewhere Sairae would forgive him for this, because if it wasn't the baby, it was her life. Draco didn't want that, especially seeing the way Ron didn't want to let go of her and knowing how Draco would feel if it was Ginny. He'd given up on his grudge with Harry and Ron when he realized that it got him nowhere.

Once they had taken away Sairae's frail body, Draco caught sight of a new Death Eater. The man wasn't here 18 hours before when he was first requested to get Sairae.

"I think you are worthy to not be given a Dark Mark. You seem to know where your loyalties lie without needing one. Plus, it'll give me someone to use as a spy. You are dismissed to your room. Andromeda will take you there and serve you as you see fit."

"As you wish, Master." Draco bowed his head and left with the luscious blonde. The woman didn't even compare to Ginny but he still looked at her appreciatively for appearance's sake.

When Sairae had finally come to, she noticed sharp pains at her wrists where she was being held by large leather ropes on a marble alter. Voldemort was staring down at her in a matter that she could tell automatically what he was thinking about. She then noticed that her own body was barely covered. She was in a black halter that only went to right below her breasts and a long flowing black skirt that had a slit up to her mid-thigh.

'Are you okay?' Draco's voice said in her head. 'Don't be alarmed. Dumbledore wanted us to communicate together so gave us a spell that lasts as long as we want it to.'

'Well I hurt a lot. And I'm in this ridiculous outfit that I can tell is turning Voldemort on. He's looking at me like I'm a piece of meat.'

'There's something I have to tell you. I'm really sorry, but he made me kill your child. I'm so sorry and I know you probably will never speak to me again, but it was either that or have to kill it when it was alive later.'

'Oh…' She cut out. She cried to herself. She was saddened by how empty she felt.

"Hello precious one. You are quite beautiful. I really believe that you would make a stunning bride." Voldemort said to her staring at the way her cleavage was hanging out of her shirt.

"What did you do to me? How did I get here?" Sairae asked, practically whining. She was keeping the act up for Draco's sake.

"Your fellow peer, Draco Malfoy. He took you from that precious school underneath that idiot Dumbledore's nose."

"You're lying! Draco's bad but not that bad." Sairae said acting like she couldn't believe what she was being told.

"No it was him." Lucious said not holding back the pride in his voice.

Sairae then began to cry. It wasn't that hard since she knew what they had done to her. They took away her child. No matter how it was conceived it was hers.

"We also took the liberty of having young Mr. Malfoy take care of that pesky baby problem you had."

She then cried harder. Especially when she noticed her stepfather smiling at her. He looked as though he could pounce on her at any moment.

In the castle, Ron was pacing her room. He didn't think something was right. What prophecy was Malfoy talking about? It seemed too easy to just bring her to Voldemort and make things better. He had to find out what this prophecy was about.

Ron went to Dumbledore first.

"Sir, what is this prophecy?"

"I'd rather not inform you. I know that you would overreact because of what you feel for her." Dumbledore said to him.

"I want to know. What if we just sent her into the lion's den?"

"The prophecy states that Voldemort will be able to defeat the One if he can impregnate an innocent young woman. The only way for it to be stopped is if she is pregnant already or doesn't have anyone to love. And she is pregnant already so she'll be fine. Trust me."

"How can I trust that? What if he's done something to her baby? I mean so much could go wrong and she could get hurt and then Voldemort will be able to get to Harry."

"Mr. Weasley, when Draco comes in with a report about her, I will inform you. While you wait go get some studying done to take your mind off of her, or go see Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger." Dumbledore suggested while he, himself waited for Draco.