Saving Racheal
Summary: Spoilers 4 HBP! Death Eaters consider women to be property and for their and their mates pleasure. They're someone you can take your anger out on and use in any way they want.
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter!
A/N: Thanxs to all who reviewed! Sorry it took so long to update but I've been having trouble finding time to get on the internet.
To URL: I know my writing isn't perfect but I'll try to work on it to put more of a background in.
To MicroFatCat: I apperiate your criticism because it helps! The spelling and grammer I can't fix because I don't have spell check! SNape's character though is what I think his behavior would be like in this situation but I can try to make it more to the one in the book, I guess.
Now on with the story!
Chapter 6 The Barn
"Mistress! Mistress, wakes up!" Winne's voice pierced through the darkness to Racheal.
She open her eyes to see the little house elf with a tray of food. Racheal looked at the clock it was about one in the afternoon. Seeing the food reminded Racheal just how hunger she was.
Winne sat the tray on Racheal's lap. It had a stack of sandwiches, a glass of juice, and a piece of fresh cake. Racheal ate hungrily until everything was gone on the tray.
"Thank you, Winne!" Racheal said as the house elf took back the tray.
"Master is one who said to take you food!" Winne said as she swung around with the tray. "He also says that you should do something this afternoon and that he haves to go to a meeting."
"Thank you!" Racheal said dismissing the little house elf.
Racheal got out of bed and went to the mirror. Her hair was standing on in from tossing and turning in her sleep. She brushed out the knots and tangles before leaving her room.
She decided to go out side to see what the grounds looked like. As she went out side a warm summer breeze hit her. The air was fresh and full of different smells of summer.
Racheal started walking in the direction of the barn behind the house curious as to what was in there. She open the door to have the over powering smell of hay and monuron hit her. She say horse supplies in and around the front part of the barn. In the back were stalls holding four horses of every color and size. She walked down between the stalls looking from horse to horse petting each on the nose.
On horse caught her eyes. It was the smallest horse Racheal had every seen and he had the shaggiest, dirty white, mane that hung over his eyes.
"What's your name?" Racheal asked the horse with curiosity.
"That's Scotch, ma'am!" Said a voice behind Racheal making her jump. See turned to see Tobs behind her with an apple in his hand. "Would you like to feed him?"
"Sure!" Racheal said accepting the apple which she gave to the beautiful red horse. "What type of horse is he?"
"He be a Shetland Pony, ma'am!" Tobs said as he tended to the other horses. "He's been here for quit a while with no one to ride him. We house elves is not allow and master is to big!"
"That's sad!" Racheal said stroking the horse. She pulled his mane out of his eyes and he hit his nose on her hand.
"I think that you are just the right size to ride him!" Tobs said looking at his mistress.
"Really?" Racheal said a little uneasy. "Well I've never actually ridden a horse before!"
"I could teach you." Said another voice behind Racheal. She turned to see Severus standing by the door of the barn his arms crossed looking amused. "Figured I'd find you in here." He said as he walked over to Racheal.
"I didn't think you would be back so soon." Racheal said stroking Scotch.
"So you want to ride?" Severus said as he walked over to another stall that held a pure black horse.
A/N: I really like the pony! I especially like his name! I actually don't know what made me think of it but I did and it kind of just stuck! If I ever got a horse I will propably name him Scotch, too! Hope you like! Review!