Here's chapter 2...

The Potions Master:

"In your fucking dreams, you pervert!" she replied angrily, "You might have my wand and all the power over me right now, but no way in hell am I going to strip for you. For your information you are the last person that I would want to see me naked and by the way if anyone else gets wind of this you will be expelled, I garantee it !"

"There's no need to worry about that is there, 'Cifer? Sorry; this is Lucifer Joahs... He is a master of memory charms and he's very pleased to meet you," he said with a wicked sneer, "But back to the current matter... since you refuse to strip for us, I'll do it for you."

He muttered a spell and her clothes vanished. She was left bare naked in front of them.

"You fucking asshole!" she yelled as she tried to cover herself.

She began to scream her lungs out.

"Shut her up! Shut her up!" Mark shouted to the boy named Lucifer over her cries for help.

Mark approached the screaming girl and pulled her up by her long raven-colored hair. He took his hand and whacked her hard across the face. When that didn't stop her he continued. Over and over again he stuck as if he was sparring with a punching bag until blood was pouring freely from newly formed wounds on her body.

Blaise's screaming stopped and she grew weaker and weaker as blood left her body. Her vision began to blur as she fainted.

Blaise woke later hurting everywhere; she could barely move. She opened her eyes and saw it was dark. Someone had placed a blanket over her; she had no strength yet her subconscious was intact.

Suddenly memories of what had happened came back to her, Mark… Mark and John. Oh, she'd get them... If it was the last thing she did she'd get them both they would both suffer. Even though Blaise could not remember much there was physical evidence that reminded her that they had not been delicate.

'I'll have to thank them later for their courtes,'' she thought sarcastically to herself.

She eventually managed to remove the blanket from her head. She found she was naked, hidden under a bench of one of the compartments of the Hogwarts Express.

"'Laise? 'Laise Zambini?" came the deep rumbling voice of the Care of Magic Creatures professor, Hagrid from down the hallway.

She shifted around a bit, not responding and not wanting anyone to find her in her present state.

The half-giant slid open the door of the compartment she was in. He gasped as he saw the blood on the seat above that had come from Blaise's injuries. His eyes trailed down to where she hid beneath the bench.

"My God! Wha' 'append to 'yer?!" he cried, dropping down to his knees to get her out from underneath the bench.

"I-I banged my head when the train stopped and fell down here," she lied, knowing he wouldn't believe her story, but refusing to tell him what had really happened.

"My arse 'yeh did," he said, picking her up --still wrapped in the blanket. He carried her with ease out of the train.

He carried her up to the castle without a word and brought her to the Hospital Wing, where she was greeted with a shriek from Madam Pomfrey, the school matron. He placed her down onto a nearby bed.

"How did you know to come looking for me?" Blaise asked as Madam Pomfrey fussed over her cuts and bruises.

"List said 'er was thirty seven seventh years an' aye only counted thirty six of 'yer," he replied simply. He was ordered to leave the room as Madam Pomfrey forced a red potion down Blaise's throat.

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"What exactly happened to you, dear?" asked Madam Pomfrey once she had cured Blaise's injuries and tucked her into a cot.

'No way in hell am I telling her.'

"I banged my head when the train stopped and fell onto the floor."

"Then where did your clothes go and why did you have such injuries?" the old lady asked.

She shrugged.

"Don't know."

Madam Pomfrey eyed her suspiciously. She sighed, realizing she wasn't going to get any answers from the girl.

"Your head-of-house will be alerted of your condition. I will tell him that you will be staying here over-night," she announced before retreating to her office, leaving Blaise alone with her thoughts.

"Like he'll care, I doubt he would even notice that I'm gone!" she scoffed when the matron was out of earshot.

'What did they do to me?' Blaise wondered, 'They could have molested me. I'd have no way of knowing. Oh shit that's one of my family's most treasured values! If I lost my virginity to someone I'm not married to and they find out I'm dead!'

Then she remembered what Mark had said about his friend being a master with memory-charms.

'And why didn't they wipe clean my memory?'

Her thoughts were interrupted when Professor Severus Snape entered the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey returned from her office upon hearing the door of the Hospital open

Just as she had predicted he barely noticed Blaise's presence before asking the matron why she had summoned him there what she wanted.

"Seeing as you are Miss Zambini's head-of-house, it is my duty to inform you that she was injured on the train and that she is in no condition to leave this hospital tonight," she responded sternly.

Blaise could not help but squirm as his eyes brushed over her body, even while she was hidden under the covers of her cot she was painfully aware of the fact that she was still naked under the sheets due to the chaotic state of the school today on the first day back at Hogwarts, Madame Pomfrey had had enough trouble getting a house elf to fetch her sheets.

And then he left, without another word and Blaise was left to rest and ponder on all of the days events.

I'm a bit caught up with working on my other story (Woes of the Moon) right now, but chapter 3 soon hopefully; I've already started on it.