Driven Under
A/N: ok first story so constructive criticism would be great. R&R
Disclaimer: Much as I would like to I don't own Harry Potter I don't…or anything else that can get me sewed.
Chapter 1 – The worst thing…
Harry, Ron and Hermione were having a social chat by the lake whilst playing a game of ever-changing truth or dare poker. Harry had just won the last round and was dealing out when he took one of the every flavoured beans they were using to and ate it.
"Yuk!" he said. "Tastes like shit"
Hermione and Ron immediately burst into laughter. When they had eventually calmed down Ron shouted.
"Full house!"
"I fold" said Hermione
"You can't fold after the game is already won" argued Ron
"Shut up you two" said Harry, whom was thoroughly sick of their constant arguing.
"Ok, Truth or Dare…umm Hermione?"
"Truth" she replied.
"What is the worst thing that has ever happened to you?" asked Ron.
"…You can't make me say it" said Hermione.
"Oh come on Hermione, it was your idea to play this game, you can't back out now" exclaimed Harry.
"But I really don't want anyone to know" she replied quietly.
"Oh Please?" whined Harry and Ron in unison.
"Please don't make me say it?" she begged.
"Hermione, you're starting to worry me" said Harry in a concerned voice.
"Don't worry, it's nothing…" said Hermione
"The why can't you tell us?" asked Ron with conviction.
"Ok I'll tell you…it's just really hard to say"
"Understandable…" said Harry, "but all the same, you still have to say it."
"Ok…it happened when I was twelve, I was at a muggle friends house and we decided t go for a walk. Well we were coming back just as it was getting dark when he turned up out of nowhere. He started following us so we quickened our pace but he did the same. Eventually we turned around to confront him and he'd disappeared. We were both confused when he tapped me on the shoulder.
I froze and my friend started to scream. He pulled out a wand and shouted "Avada Kedavra" there was a flash of d\green light and then she lay crumpled on the ground. He turned to me, stuck his hand over my mouth and dragged me off to an abandoned shack in the nearby countryside. I passed out…I don't know when I woke but I was on a makeshift bed and he was sitting next to it. He wasn't wearing anything, I was scared and he could see that. He got up and started undressing me, I tried to stop it but then his…was in me. The pain was excruciating but he kept doing it and no matter how much I struggled he wouldn't stop.
Eventually after what seemed like forever he left the room and then the shack, leaving me there to find my own way back home. I passed out again. When I woke up it was dark and I was still undressed. I put my clothes back on and sat in the corner and burst into tears.
He was definitely gone and all I knew was my best friend was dead and I had been raped. I fell asleep with these thoughts in my head. I woke up in hospital, mum was there, and she told me I'd been in a coma for the last month. It all came crashing down on me at that moment.
I felt this wave of despair; my mum knew most of what happened, though she never let on. As far as I know he's still out there…" she trailed off.