A pair of green eyes stared at the body on the snow-covered ground. Blood was pooling, a dark red a stark contrast to the pristine ground. The man's pale skin was turning blue with the cold. He mumbled incoherently and slowly opened his blue-gray eyes. He saw the man standing over him, messy jet-black hair, brilliant green eyes, a tall lanky form. As everything registered his red lips formed into a sneer.

"Potter, like what you see?" he sneered.

Harry Potter stared blankly down at his nemesis, Draco Malfoy. Draco's blue-gray eyes turned to a cold steel when harry said nothing. A sudden pain went through Draco's body, making him hiss.

"Yea, I like what I see. You're injured you prat." Harry said contemptuously.

Draco's sleekly muscled frame convulsed with pain. He bit his lip from making any sounds. While harry just watched him, his usually warm green eyes, cold with hatred and disgust. He waited for Draco to plead and beg for help before he healed him. In the distance a pair of footsteps could be heard. He pulled out his wand and performed the healing spell, making all of Draco's lacerations disappear.

As the footsteps approached they both turned their heads to the clearing where the only entrance was. A petite woman stumbled into the clearing, her brown-black eyes frantic. Her hair, a dark brown, was knotted and matted with dried blood. Her musical voice was muttering an incantation that warded the clearing, keeping everyone and everything out. She crawled on the ground, sobbing and muttering incoherently.

"Oh damn oh damn…he's going to get me. I can't think…pain…It hurts so much…I'm stupid, stupid." She mumbled frantically.

She stood up, her legs shaking from the effort to staying upright. Her brown eyes looked around the clearing and landed on Draco and Harry. They widened and her mouth opened to scream. She swayed and then collapsed, sighing as she fainted.

Harry and Draco eyes wide with shock, their revelry forgotten by the fainted girl. Draco got up and grabbed his wand, he slowly approached the fainted girl in case she was dangerous. As he crouched by her side he saw blood pouring from a gash on her shoulder. He turned and beckoned Harry, when Harry slowly came over he pointed to her cut. Steel gray eyes searched for more wounds, finding various cuts all along her body.

"What happened to her?" Harry whispered.

"Someone used crucio on her," Draco said bleakly.

Harry turned to look at Draco his green eyes filled with hatred. He opened his mouth to say something, but at that moment the girl groaned and opened her eyes. She threw her hands up to cover her face and whimpered. Her body convulsed with fear and cold.

"It's okay, we're not going to hurt you." Draco murmured soothingly

Harry looked at him with astonishment, her never heard Draco talk so…nice, and soothing. It was weird for he always thought of Draco as mean prat with nothing better to do then pick on him and his friends.

The girls trembling stopped and a few moments later she brought down her hands, and uncurled her body. She looked up and her eyes were filled with such pain and devastation that Harry and Draco gasped.

"Who did this to you?" Asked Harry and Draco at the same time.

"I…I don't know who he was…" she whispered. "I can show you though, I can show you what happened."

"How can you show us what happened?" Harry asked confused.

"Seriously Potter, don't you know anything? She's an empath. She can feel others pain and memories. Also she can project her own memories if she's powerful enough." Draco sneered

"Okay, well thanks ferret boy. Sounding just like Hermione, I'm sure she'll be pleased. You only have to show us if you want." Harry said.

The girl nodded and pulled off her black gloves. She reached for Draco's then Harry's hand, clasping them in her grip.

Flashback

"Desdemona, you're father is coming home soon." A voice called.

A tinkle of laughter flowed out of Desdemona's mouth. Her father always played a joke on her when he came home. A scream tore through the house, Desdemona's eyes widened and she ran towards the scream.

"Maman? Maman? What's wrong?" Desdemona yelled, her voice cracking.

She ran into the kitchen, three men were standing strangling her mother. She ran up to them screaming and kicking for them to let her mother go. One with greasy black hair and a big nose grabbed her and ordered her to hush. He was pushing her out the door telling her to flee when the other two men saw what he was doing. They grinned maliciously

"Snape what do we have here?" a man with pale long hair and blue eyes drawled.

"It seems Lucius, that Snape here was hiding a treat from us." The other man said.

A shiver of disgust went down Desdemona's spine. These men were not going to let her go. Her mother told her about men such as these, they were called death eaters in her world, a world she wasn't allowed to go in because of the turmoil. Her dark brown eyes turned black with rage and hate.

"Scum, dirt, bastards…You have no courage! No honor! You kill women who have done nothing wrong! You're below scum…"

The man called Lucius slapped her across the face, leaving a red hand mark. She spit in his face, and stomped on his foot. He screamed in rage, grabbing her arm in a bruising grip he pulled out his wand and pointed it at her.

"Crucio!" he screamed.

A pain consumed her entire body, making her scream and whimper. She didn't hear the chuckles this brought from the two men. She could think about nothing but the pain, the pain that felt like death.

"Finite Incantatem" his cold voice drawled.

She weakly lifted her pounding head, she looked into blue eyes so cold they made one shiver. Snape pulled her up and held her to she could stand. She couldn't decide if she liked the man or if she hated him. She again looked into Lucius cold eyes, hatred consumed her. Some perverse nature made her spit in his face again.

"Crucio!" he bellowed wiping spit of his face.

Again the pain ripped through her body. She collapsed to the ground whimpering. After an eternity oblivion set in giving her peace from the pain.

Awhile later…

"Did you have fun with her?" A cold voice asked

"Yes m'lord. She was enjoyable, I caused much pain." Lucius said humbly

Desdemona woke up to found her self chained on a bed, her body naked. Every muscle in her body ached. Blood spilled from various cuts along her body. Her mind couldn't accept what it was feeling and seeing. A movement from the corner of the room drew her attention. A black cloaked figure approached out of the shadows. She whimpered as she recognized him as the man who tried to help her earlier. His greasy black hair hung over obsidian eyes, obscuring his penetrating glance. He crouched down by the edge of the bed.

"Let me help you" he muttered.

She nodded her ascent, brown eyes wide with fear and shock. He stood up and pulled his wand out, she whimpered thinking he was going to say that awful spell again. He just looked at her calmly till she subsided and said "Alohomora"

The shackles opened freeing her, she moved to get up but cried out from the pain in her body. He carefully picked her up in his arms wrapping her in his warm cloak, then disapparated to a meadow. He set her down in the field and said spells that brought forth clothes. He handed them to her and turned his back to give her some privacy. She whimpered and tears filled her eyes as she slowly put knickers and bra on. She reached for the blouse but her arm throbbed with pain.

"I can't do it. Please help me" She cried

He turned around his black cloak swishing. He reached for the black blouse and gently put it on her. He stood her up and slipped on the black skirt, zipping the zipper in the back. While he was slipping on her socks to men apparated into the meadow. He turned around and pulled his wand out.

"Petrificus Totalus" he muttered and the two men fell to the ground.

"Go Desdemona, run until you find this clearing. It's a clearing with only one entrance, stay there and ward the place. I'll come for you when I'm done here." He urgently told her.

She hesitated and looked up at him fearfully, he pushed her and said 'Go'. She ran and ran……