Author's Note: There is a violent scene of rape in this chapter (truncated, but violent just the same), as well as lots of emotional distress. If this squicks you, please don't read it.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Forever Unforgiven
ONE
Harry finished his Transfiguration exam with a flourish, happy to be done with his last test of the year. He sat back in his seat, trying not to think of his summer away from Severus, but happy to be leaving McCullen behind, if only for a little while.
"Done so soon, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall asked as Harry turned in his test.
"Yes, Ma'am," Harry replied. "I've been studying diligently."
McGonagall gave him her tightlipped smile of approval as she accepted his test. "You may go, Mr. Potter," she said. "Enjoy your free time before the end of term feast on Monday."
"I will," Harry said with a small smile. "Thank you, Professor." He walked down the aisle, giving Hermione a reassuring smile as he passed, and went to his and Severus' quarters.
He sat down with a sigh, thinking again of McCullen and his strange actions over the past few months. He used to always taunt Harry in the hallways when they were alone, but curiously, he'd backed off over the last month or so. Harry supposed that someone must have seen McCullen doing something and told the headmaster. As a result, McCullen was giving up his pursuit of Harry. At least, Harry hoped that was the case. He smiled as he felt Severus' pleasure at seeing him.
"How did everything go?" Severus asked, sitting down next to Harry and placing an arm around the teen's shoulders.
"I think I passed all of the tests, if that's what you mean," Harry replied, leaning into the comforting embrace gratefully.
Severus squeezed his shoulder saying, "I'm sure that you did. All you ever do anymore is study."
Harry shrugged, not saying anything. He knew he'd been distant since January, but he couldn't bring himself to be any other way. He felt that by being close to people, he was putting them in danger. He knew his friends and his lover would never let him push them away, but it didn't stop him from pulling away.
"What are you going to do over the summer?" Severus asked.
Harry shrugged again, feeling despondent at being away from his love for two whole months.
"You'll memorize all of your course books off by heart, no doubt," Severus went on. "You've become quite the Ravenclaw as of late."
Harry smiled slightly at the joke, nestling into Severus' arms and sighing in content.
"I will remain at Hogwarts, as usual, and try to relax," Severus said as though Harry had responded to him. He'd become quite proficient at holding one-sided conversations with Harry. "I am going to attempt to build up my relaxation so that I might be able to withstand the idiocy of the new round of dunderheads that will no doubt invade these halls come September."
Harry smiled again, but did not laugh. He could feel Severus' disappointment that the joke had failed, but he couldn't feel it in him to laugh. It felt like blasphemy to laugh when Ron couldn't do the same; when Ron, in fact, would never laugh again. Harry swallowed the lump he felt rising his throat, fighting back the tears.
Harry felt Severus sigh heavily as he squeezed Harry's shoulder again. "I'm sorry, but I have to patrol tonight," he said.
"Okay," Harry whispered, sitting up so that Severus could stand. Severus bent and gave Harry's forehead a kiss.
"Try not to stay up too late, hm?" he said, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Harry nodded and watched as Severus left the rooms to begin his rounds. After a moment, Draco entered the room and sat at the chess set without a word. Harry understood, and moved to join the blonde.
"I'm playing black tonight," Draco announced with an arrogant tilt of his head. "I think you could use the advantage of playing first."
Harry smiled a bit at the jibe and gave a shrug. "Maybe," he agreed, and so they played.
"I am so going to kick your ass," Draco stated as they neared the end of the game, most of Harry's white pieces sitting on the table in front of Draco.
"I stink at this game," Harry replied, moving his queen to defend his king. The fire flared just then, and a strong feeling of hate filled the room. Both teens spun toward the sound, but before Harry could react to the sight of McCullen standing there smirking at them, his wand drawn, Harry was Stupefied.
TWO
Jason was thrilled to have overpowered both boys. He'd Stupefied Harry and put Petrificus Totalis on the Malfoy boy, just as the boy drew his wand. Jason laughed at the stupidity of the teen. He moved Malfoy into the corner and fondled him through his clothes.
Malfoy's eyes were staring at him in horror and fear, making Jason smirk in delight.
"Not to worry, Draco," he purred as he continued to molest the teen. "I'll play with you as soon as I'm done with Harry." He placed a kiss on Malfoy's frozen lips before moving to stand in front of Potter's unconscious form. He lifted Potter's wand, looking at it with satisfaction. "Enervate!" he said, waking the boy and relishing in his momentary confusion. "Good evening, Harry," he said gleefully.
Harry shot to his feet and searched his pockets frantically.
"Looking for this?" Jason asked, holding up the boy's wand. He twirled the wand in his fingers, smirking at the surprised look in Potter's eyes. "I don't think you'll be needing it," he said. He grasped the wand in both hands and snapped it in half, gold and green sparks flying as he did so.
Potter's eyes widened in horror. "Bastard!" he whispered furiously, positively shaking in anger.
"Tut, tut," Jason said, waving a finger at Potter. "Such language, Harry. You didn't think I'd let you leave for the summer without saying goodbye, did you?"
"Just what gave you the impression that I wanted to say goodbye to you?" Potter snapped angrily. "Why don't you just leave, right now?"
"No," Jason said, pretending the think about it. "I don't think I will." He moved toward Potter quickly and was very surprised when Potter's fist met his jaw with surprising force. He growled angrily and threw himself at the boy, and a furious fight ensued. Potter was quite a good fighter for a boy his age, but Jason supposed that he should have expected as much.
He punched Potter hard on the chin, sending the boy to the floor in a daze. Jason wasted no time in jumping on top of the boy, ripping his robes, sending buttons flying all over the room. He then did the same to the boy's tee shirt. Unfortunately for him, Potter wasn't just lying still and taking it like a good little boy. He lifted a leg, wrapped it around Jason's front, and attempted to knock the man off of him. Jason, who was an experienced fighter in both magical and Muggle fashion, managed to keep from losing his place on top of the boy, but found a hard punch aimed at his ribs.
He regained his balance and punched Potter in the nose, sending blood pouring down the boy's face. He wrestled with Potter until he could grab his arms and forced them above the boy's head, pinning them there with one hand.
"My, my, aren't we feisty," he murmured, and Potter spit on his face, trying again to dislodge him. Jason grimaced and wiped the spittle away with his free hand, and then used his wand to divest them both of their remaining clothes. "I'll have you properly, this time," he purred into Potter's ear as the boy continued to struggle beneath him.
Potter snarled angrily and lifted his leg with a swift motion, his knee catching Jason in the groin.
"You little whore!" Jason exclaimed angrily, punching Potter hard in the gut, expelling all of the air from the boy's lungs. Jason pulsated with excitement as he hit Potter again, the crunching sound of a breaking rib very satisfactory to Jason's ears. "You're mine, you little slut," Jason growled, forcefully lifting one of Potter's legs and pushing it forward until it was straining, leaving Potter wide open and ready for the taking.
Potter tried to fight with that leg, but Jason's grip on it was just too strong. Jason used what small amount of wandless magic he could to bind that leg there.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he whispered into Potter's ear, enjoying the panicked look that came into the boy's eyes. "You'll be feeling me inside of you for a month," he purred, relishing in the anguished cry that escaped Potter's lips, though it was a quiet cry. Potter renewed the intensity of his fight at this new invasion and Jason decided that he'd had about enough of Potter's disobedience. He wrapped his hand around that pale throat and squeezed hard, even as he continued to violently abuse Potter's body. Potter tried to fight him off, but before long, he passed out from lack of oxygen.
THREE
Severus walked along the dark halls of Hogwarts, heading to the infirmary to check the stores, a feeling of unease growing inside of him with each step he took. He didn't understand what was causing the feeling, so he did his best to ignore it. As he opened the door to the infirmary, he saw that Poppy was not alone. Minerva was there as well, chatting happily with the nurse.
"Good evening, ladies," he greeted with a slight nod of his head.
"Severus," Minerva said, sounding a bit surprised to see him. "What brings you up here in the dead of night? You're not ill, I hope."
"Don't be so ridiculous, Minerva," Severus countered. "I am never ill. I've come to ask Poppy if she needs anything restored in her potions stocks."
"Oh!" Poppy exclaimed, moving to her cabinets. "I'll have to check. I haven't done my inventory yet."
Severus rolled his eyes at her procrastination, thinking that her late start on the inventory would give him a late start on brewing her potions, thus reducing the amount of free time he had to enjoy over the summer.
"It looks like I need more Pepper Up," Poppy said from inside the cabinet. She continued listing off things that she needed, but Severus' awareness of her or, indeed, the rest of the infirmary was gone.
"Severus, help me!" Harry's voice cried out in his mind.
"Harry?" Severus asked in confusion, unable to remember any time when Harry had properly pronounced his name.
"He's going to kill me!" Harry screeched.
"Harry," Severus whispered, his dilated pupils focusing again on Minerva's concerned gaze.
"Severus, what is it?" Minerva asked sharply.
"I must return to my quarters," Severus announced briskly. "If both of you would accompany me." It wasn't a request, and he didn't give either woman a chance to protest, instead leaving the ward quickly. He broke into a run in the corridors, the intensity of his need to reach Harry growing with each step. He heard Poppy and Minerva shouting for him to slow, but he ignored them, a blinding panic filling him as he ran.
He reached the door, broke through wards that weren't his without a thought and witnessed something he'd never wanted to see. Harry was naked and unconscious on the floor, Jason on top of him. Severus reacted without thinking.
"Reducto!" he exclaimed, his wand aimed precisely, throwing Jason forcefully into the wall where he crashed with a satisfactory thud. Severus didn't hear the two women rushing into the room after him, or their horrified screams at the scene. He rushed Jason, kicking the fallen man forcefully in the ribs, his wand forgotten on the floor where he'd dropped it.
"Severus, wait!" Jason begged too weak from his raping activities to fight back.
"BASTARD!" Severus roared, his entire body shaking with rage. "I'LL KILL YOU!" He hauled Jason up by the neck, kicking and punching every bit of the man he could reach. Blood was pouring from Jason's nose and mouth, but Severus hardly noticed, continuing his enraged assault. Suddenly, two hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him back, and Minerva was standing in front of him, holding him tightly.
"Severus, no!" Minerva begged, struggling to keep him from the now unconscious man on the floor.
"LET GO OF ME!" Severus raged, fighting her grip to get the Harry's rapist. "I'LL KILL HIM! I'LL KILL WITH MY BEAR HANDS FOR WHAT HE'S DONE!"
"Dear gods," Poppy whispered behind them, causing Severus to spin around quickly. Poppy was scanning Harry carefully, looking for the damage that needed to be repaired.
Severus instantly forgot about the man on the floor, all of his rage replaced by intense concern for Harry. He barely registered the quiet sobbing in the corner. He stumbled as he shoved passed Minerva and fell to his knees beside Harry's prone form.
"Harry?" he questioned softly, knowing that he wouldn't receive a response.
"I need to get him to the bedroom," Poppy said gently. "There's a lot to repair here."
Severus nodded miserably, and helped Poppy get Harry to his bed.
FOUR
"There now, Draco," McGonagall cooed as she held Draco, rubbing his back gently.
Draco didn't care that he was being held by Gryffindor's Head of House. He didn't care that he was crying in a manner unbecoming of a Malfoy. All he cared about was that Professor Snape had entrusted Harry's safety to him, and he'd failed at his duty miserably. Harry had been viciously raped, and he would have been too if the professors hadn't arrived when they had.
"Draco, there are… unsavory persons present in the castle," Professor Snape said seriously. "As much as I would prefer to remain here, the headmaster has assigned me patrolling duties this evening."
"What unsavory persons?" Draco asked, unable to think of anyone who would pose a threat to any of them. "Who could get in here?"
"Have you learned nothing!" Professor Snape snapped angrily. "Never assume that you are safe, no matter how secure the location!"
Moody's voice rumbled through Draco's mind "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" "Yes, Professor," he muttered.
Professor Snape inhaled deeply and sighed, running a hand over his face. "Listen to me," he said. "Make sure that neither of you are alone at any time. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Draco replied.
"Be prepared for anything, and do not go to bed until I have returned."
"Yes, sir. I won't let anything happen. We'll be fine."
Draco lifted his head from McGonagall's shoulder, wiping his eyes as he did so. When he looked up, he saw Dumbledore standing in the open doorway, taking in the carnage with an expression as close to shock as Draco had ever seen on the old man's face.
"What's happened here?" he asked McGonagall, the ever-present twinkle in his eyes nowhere to be seen.
McGonagall suddenly looked stern and very angry. "A student has been raped and another threatened," she said sharply.
Dumbledore seemed to deflate at her pronouncement. "Where are they?" he asked, sounding very old and tired suddenly.
McGonagall pointed wordlessly toward Harry's bedroom, and Dumbledore moved off quickly in that direction.
"Who is he?" Draco asked, looking at the bloodied man on the floor near the door to Professor Snape's bedroom.
"Jason McCullen," McGonagall replied, also looking at the man with disdain. "The new Caretaker's Assistant." She frowned deeply as she looked at the man. 'Albus should have listened when Severus told him about that man,' she thought. Even her thoughts were clipped with barely suppressed rage.
A bang issued from Harry's common room, followed by the quick exit of Professors Snape and Dumbledore.
"I told you this would happen!" Professor Snape was growling. "I told you and you chose to ignore it!"
"Severus, I'm sorry," Dumbledore said patiently. "I made a mistake in judging his character. There's nothing that can be done now –"
"A mistake?" Professor Snape asked incredulously. "A MISTAKE! A BOY HAS BEEN RAPED AND NEARLY KILLED BY THIS MANIAC, AND YOU CALL IT A MISTAKE!"
"Severus, please listen to me," Dumbledore pleaded.
"GET OUT OF MY ROOMS AND TAKE THAT FILTH WITH YOU, BEFORE I KILL HIM!" Professor Snape roared, pointing a shaking finger at McCullen's unconscious body.
"Severus," Dumbledore tried again, reaching out to touch Professor Snape's arm.
"I SAID GET OUT!" Professor Snape screamed, jerking out of Dumbledore's reach. The professor looked like he'd love nothing better than to incinerate the old man where he stood.
McGonagall rose from her spot next to Draco and put her arms around Professor Snape's back. "Perhaps it would be better for you to go," she said to Dumbledore, her voice even, but cold as ice.
Draco flinched slightly at her tone, having had it directed at him on numerous occasions. Dumbledore sighed, took out his wand and levitated McCullen from the room. Professor Snape waved his hand out angrily and the door banged closed on its own accord.
McGonagall stared for a moment before turning back to Professor Snape. "Severus, you must try to calm down," she said gently, unsuccessfully trying to lead him to the sofa.
"You want me to calm down?" Professor Snape growled. "Have you not seen what has happened here, woman? How can you say such a thing?"
Draco began to tremble unconsciously at the vicious tone, remembering the lurid thoughts that had passed through McCullen's mind when he'd been touching Draco. He stared wide-eyed at his professor, knowing Snape was no threat, but feeling frightened nonetheless.
"I saw what happened, Severus," McGonagall soothed. "But you must calm down. You're frightening Mr. Malfoy."
Professor Snape turned his coal eyes to Draco and his expression softened immediately. He slowly moved to Draco, sat down on the floor, and pulled Draco into a strong embrace.
"I'm so sorry, Draco," he muttered in Draco's ear. "Can you ever forgive me?"
Draco's sobbing returned full force as he clung to his professor's robes, unable to say anything through his tears. He didn't blame Professor Snape for what happened. He blamed McCullen, and from what he'd heard, he decided to blame Dumbledore as well. It seemed that Professor Snape knew McCullen somehow, and knew that the man wasn't trustworthy. Snape had told Dumbledore this, and Dumbledore hadn't listened. Essentially, it was his fault that they were all in this position.
Draco fought to regain control over his emotions, and when he'd calmed enough he said, "I don't blame you, sir."
"How can you not?" Professor Snape asked. "I should never have left you alone here, knowing that man was in the castle."
"How were you supposed to know that he could get in here?" Draco asked. "It's not your fault."
"I believe it is, Draco, at least to some degree," Professor Snape denied. "But I will accept your pardon."
Draco sighed his disapproval, but nodded anyway. He knew he could do nothing to assuage Professor Snape's guilt. "I'm sorry too," he said. "I didn't even react until he stunned Harry. I wasn't vigilant, like you told me to be."
"I never expected that you would have to be," Professor Snape comforted. "I never should have asked such a thing of you." They both turned to the door as Madame Pomfrey entered.
"I healed all of the physical damage," she muttered sadly. "It will be something else to repair his spirit. I've given him a Dreamless Sleep potion, so he should sleep through the night."
"Thank you, Poppy," Professor Snape said.
"Severus, how did you know?" Madame Pomfrey asked.
"I just did," Professor Snape replied sadly. "I didn't know soon enough, I'm afraid."
Madame Pomfrey nodded, silently placed a vial on the table, and left the room, closing the door behind her. McGonagall was nowhere to be seen, and Draco wondered when she had left.
"Sir?" Draco asked timidly, drawing his knees up and wrapping his arms around them.
"Yes, Draco?" Professor Snape said distractedly, staring into the fire.
"May I please see Hermione?"
"Draco, I don't think –"
"Please, sir? I need to see her. Please?"
Professor Snape watched him for a moment, sighed and said, "Very well, Draco. I shall ask Professor McGonagall to bring her."
"Thank you, sir," Draco replied.
Professor Snape simply nodded, standing to move to the fireplace. As he reached it, he paused, turning his head to look at Draco askance. "Draco, how did McCullen get in here?"
Draco didn't want to answer that, but knew he had no choice. "Through the fire, sir," he whispered. He watched his professor's motionless form as all of the color drained from the man's face.
"I never even thought to ward the floo," Professor Snape muttered, more to himself than to Draco. "Foolish. Utterly foolish." He shook his head, moved to the fire, threw some floo powder in and called, "Minerva!"
McGonagall stepped from the floo almost immediately, dusting off her robes daintily. "You called?" she asked, casting Draco a worried look.
"Mr. Malfoy requests the presence of Miss Granger in his quarters," Professor Snape said.
"Severus, I don't think that—" McGonagall started.
Professor Snape pulled her aside and began whispering to her urgently.
'Comfort? How could she offer any comfort at a time like this?' McGonagall thought as Professor Snape continued whispering. 'Oh, I see. Emotional support from a loved one.'
"Very well, Severus," she said. "I will bring her at once."
Draco looked at the floor for a moment, wondering where they would go from here, but no answers were forthcoming. He sighed, deciding that he would move one step at a time from here. There was nothing else for it; things were, once again, out of his control.
FIVE
Hermione rubbed her eyes sleepily, wondering what had woken her.
"Wake up now, Miss Granger," McGonagall's voice whispered near her head.
"Professor McGonagall?" she asked in confusion, rubbing her eyes and looking up at McGonagall's shadowed face. "What's going on?"
"Come along, child," McGonagall said gently, passing Hermione her dressing gown. "Something's happened."
Hermione quickly pulled on her dressing gown and quietly followed McGonagall out of the dormitory. "What's happened?" she asked once they'd reached the common room.
"I'm afraid I can't give you details," McGonagall replied. "It is not my place. Mr. Malfoy has been through quite an ordeal this evening, and he's asking for you."
Hermione nodded, not needing any further information. If Draco was distressed enough to ask for her, and for McGonagall to pull her out of bed in the middle of the night, then something big must have happened. She only hoped that Draco was all right.
They walked through the castle silently, Hermione wondering what could possibly have happened to convince McGonagall to pull her out of bed to see her boyfriend. Various horrid and unlikely scenarios passed through her mind, only to be dismissed as figments of an overactive imagination.
When they reached Snape's door, McGonagall knocked softly.
"Come," a dejected voice said from the inside causing the door to swing open. Snape looked up from his hands, which he was staring at blankly, and said, "He's in his room." He returned to his hand watching, looking very sad indeed.
"Thank you, sir," Hermione said quietly, feeling that she had intruded upon something intensely personal.
"Have a good night, Miss Granger," McGonagall said, turning to go.
"Thank you, Professor," Hermione said as McGonagall closed the door. She watched Snape for a moment before moving toward Draco's door.
"Take the potion with you," Snape said without looking up.
Hermione's eyes searched the room and found the vial on the table near Snape's bedroom door. She picked it up and went into Draco's room, reading the label as she walked. 'Why would Draco need Dreamless Sleep?' she wondered, worry blossoming fresh inside her mind.
Draco was pacing his common room when Hermione entered. He turned when she came in and crossed the short distance between them quickly, pulling Hermione into a tight hug.
"Draco?" Hermione asked with concern, holding Draco protectively.
"Oh, Hermione," Draco whispered into her hair, sounding miserable. "I love you so much. So very much."
Hermione was very touched and very concerned all at once. "I love you too, Draco," she said honestly, feeling for the first time that she could hold Draco forever and never tire of it. Reluctantly, she pulled away from the hug to look into Draco's distraught eyes. "What's happened?" she asked.
"Please don't ask me now," Draco pleaded with her. "I'll tell you tomorrow, I promise, but please don't ask me now."
Hermione embraced him again, a worried frown on her face. "Okay, Draco," she whispered.
"I just want to hold you forever," Draco said, pulling her closer to him.
"You won't hear me arguing," Hermione joked, trying to lighten the somber mood just a bit.
Draco laughed a bit, a slightly hysterical sound that made Hermione's heart clench with worry. She pushed back a little and pressed the small vial to Draco's chest gently. "Professor Snape asked me to bring you this," she said.
Draco took the vial, swallowing deeply as he did so, and whispered, "Thank you."
Hermione reached up to caress his face, wondering at what could have shaken him so. He was usually so strong, like a rock she could depend on, that it frightened her to see him so shaken. "Let's just go to bed," she said, leading him to his bedroom. He was already pajama clad, so he climbed in first, holding his arms out for Hermione to join him. Hermione shrugged off her dressing gown, draped it over the footboard of the bed, and got in next to Draco, resting her head on his chest.
"Thank you for coming," he whispered.
"I wouldn't leave you alone when you obviously needed me here," Hermione replied gently.
Draco grabbed his wand from the nightstand and doused the lights before downing the vial of Dreamless Sleep and falling into a deep rest. Hermione lay awake for a while, wondering what could have caused Draco's distress. She kissed his chest gently, laid her head down and drifted into an uneasy sleep.
SIX
Severus sat in front of the old man, glaring at him with anger. "You cannot possibly be suggesting that we send Mr. Potter home for the summer after what has happened to him."
"It will be good for him to be around his family," Dumbledore replied patiently. "They will help him to move on. I have sent them a letter explaining what has transpired."
"So you have broken his trust again by telling them something that is only his to tell," Severus remarked, narrowing his eyes.
"His family has a duty to know and to help him," Dumbledore said.
"His family will not help him, Headmaster," Severus grated. "They wouldn't know what to do, or care to do it if they did."
"I think you are underestimating them," Dumbledore said.
"I think you have too much blind faith in human kind," Severus returned. "Have you learned nothing from this? Jason wanted sanctuary because he didn't want to kiss the Dark Lord's robes any longer. It in no way meant that he was a decent human being."
"And he sits in Azkaban now for his crimes," Dumbledore said.
"So what?" Severus asked. "Putting him in Azkaban does not change what has happened. Do you realize that Mr. Potter may never recover from this? That he has been through so much that this may just be the straw that broke the camel's back? Do you fail to comprehend the severity of what has happened? He was raped, Albus! This isn't child's play! He needs to be around people who understand him and can help him through this!
"Mr. Malfoy was there. He was threatened as well. He can relate to the pain Mr. Potter is going through. Have any of those Muggles ever come to anything even close to this? If you send him back to those Muggles, he may lose two months of time that he could have used to come to terms with this. He will only wallow in self-pity if left in that house essentially alone."
"He will not be alone, Severus," Dumbledore denied. "He will be with family."
Severus stood quickly, his anger at the old man rising dramatically. "Unfortunately, I have no power to overrule your decision. You have already damaged him irreparably. If he comes back to this school any worse off than he is now, I swear, I will not be held responsible for my actions."
Dumbledore sighed heavily, watching Severus with very sad eyes. "No one hurts more for him than I do, Severus," he said. "I do not deny that it was my decision which brought this upon him, but I cannot pick and choose who I help without sufficient evidence. I am sorry that this happened, but I cannot apologize for giving Jason a chance."
"Then you are nothing more than an old fool," Severus spat. He placed a parchment on Dumbledore's desk. "This is my resignation notice. I will continue to teach during the next school year. That should give you ample time to find a replacement."
"Severus, you cannot –"
"I can and I have," Severus interrupted. "I believe I told you before that I would never forgive you if Jason harmed one of the children in this school. I was not bluffing. I do not count you amongst my friends. I do not trust you, and I do not wish to work under you any longer." He didn't wait for a reply, storming out of the office in a flurry of billowing black robes.
Author's Note: Just so everyone knows, Jason gets his. Not to worry. To view the full rape scene, please go to hpfandom . net or ensnared . thehexfiles . net. Many thanks to Victoria Ennis for her hard work. Thanks also to…
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