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Rated: M for sexual content, language, adult themes, and violence

Chapter Ten
"Forced Confession"

"Heya, Bella, guess what?" said Ivy excitedly bouncing on her toes in the common room.
"What?" asked Bella looking up from her Potions homework.
"Quidditch season starts soon!"
"Am I supposed to be exited about this?" asked Bella raising an eyebrow. "I have no interest in Quidditch."
Ivy looked horror struck. "How can you not like Quidditch! It's the greatest sport i—"
"Look, Ivy," said Bella dipping her black feather quill in her inkpot. "I just don't like Quidditch is all. It's not something to go spastic over." She bent back down over her homework and the scratching of her quill against the paper filled the otherwise empty silence, all the other Slytherins were either studying or…busy.
Ivy sighed and slumped down next to Bella. "Won't you at least come to the first match with me?"
"No." said Bella not looking up from her homework on Sleeping Potions.
"Why not?" whined Ivy.
"Because Potter's on the Gryffindor team." Bella sniffed stuffily as she dipped her quill in ink again.
"Oh, so that's what this is about. I thought there was something behind all this." Said Ivy in a knowing way.
"All what?" snapped Bella looking at Ivy.
"Oh, nothing," Ivy grinned. "I just think you fancy Potter is all."
Bella nearly upset her inkpot she jumped so badly. "I do NOT!"
"Right, sure you don't." Ivy giggled.
"Ivy, why the hell would I fancy Potter!" asked Bella in a whisper that was murderous. "He got my mum locked up in prison. There is no way in hell that I like him in any way."
Ivy looked mortified. "I'm sorry, Bella. I wasn't thinking."
"Damn right." Snorted Bella returning to her homework.
"Well, will you at least come with me to the match, please?" asked Ivy in a nervous tone.
"Why is this so important to you?" asked Bella trying to remember the fifth ingredient in a sleeping draft.
Ivy shifted in her seat. "Well…I just…well, I mean, it's not that important. I-I can go by myself."
Bella looked at Ivy. "Are you trying to ask me on a date?"
Ivy went red.
Bella sighed. "Why the blazes didn't you just say so upfront? Oh, alright I'll go with you."
"Thank you!"
Bella's inkpot was nearly spilled again as Ivy jerked Bella into a tight hug. "Ivy, lay off or you'll choke me."
"Sorry!" Ivy let go very quickly.
Bella smiled. "Who would have thought I'd be going on my first date at the age of eleven?"
Ivy giggled.

That evening Bella was wondering the corridors (Ivy had told her not too because she might be raped again but Bella didn't seem to care). She loved the school at this time because most students had already gone to bed so most of the halls were empty. It was in walks let this one that Bella often thought over things that had happened to her. All these memories that I've seen here they're all…so sad. It's like I'm focusing on the bad on purpose.
"Grundy,"
Bella looked around for where the voice had come from. It was Richard Cook the guy she'd seen on Halloween.
"What is it?" asked Bella.
Cook walked up to here. "It's almost time for you to get back to the common room, you should hurry."
"Right." But as Bella turned to leave her eyes caught site of movement. And before she could think she had turned around and grabbed Cook's outstretched wand out of his hand.
"Oy, give me back my wand!" yelled Cook.
"After you tell me why you were going to jinx me." Said Bella firmly gripping the wand.
"I wasn't—"
But Bella didn't hear the rest she was being blinded by blue light.

He had just entered the common room. Good, Grundy's alone. He thought drawing his wand and pointing it at her head. His spell shot out rendering the girl immobile. He quickly pocketed his wand and picked up the girl's limp body, he carried her out of the common room and into an old classroom. All though the girl was immobile her eyes were glaring up at him with a fire of hate as he put her roughly down on the stone floor. "Not so tough now, are ya Grundy?" he laughed as he ripped off her school uniform. "It's really a shame you won't be able to remember this but oh well…" that said he unbuttoned his pants and pushed himself into the girl. She was definitely a virgin but he didn't care.

A blue flash of light brought Bella back to the present. "Here." She shoved the wand back into Cook's hands and walked away as fast as she could. She felt very lightheaded but was determined not to pass out. I'll kill him. That son of a bitch!

Bella ran into the common room, passed Malfoy who was talking to Parkinson, and into her dorm. She through herself on her bed and began beating her pillows.
"Bella, what's wrong?" asked Ivy who had been sitting on her own bed but was now walking over to Bella's.
Bella didn't answer Ivy but just kept pounding her pillows red-hot tears rolling down her face.
"Bella!" exclaimed Ivy. "What the hell's wrong!" She ripped the pillows away from Bella and through them on the floor. "Tell me, Bella!"
Bella laid down flat on her stomach sobbing into her sheets. "I…don't want to…talk about it, Ivy." She chocked between sobs and gasps for breath.