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However, This is a VERY DARK chapter. Vivid images and violence of a sexual nature. It is important to the story, but be wary of reading this if you are offended. I went ahead and published not only this chapter, but the next as well. You can skip this one without the details and still understand the story... now without further adeiu:

The Holiday in Hell

December 5th, the weekend before the school was to be let out, Rowan went to Diagon Alley with Molly. They wanted to get the rest of the shopping done. Molly had invited them all to the Estate, including Draco, who would be staying at the castle otherwise.

Their shopping almost complete, they had a few shops left to visit. They just left Quality Quidditch Supplies when it happened. Sudden loud cracks of people apparating in to the street, a yelled "Stupefy" sent Molly crashing to the sidewalk. Another, more vicious spell was sent at Rowan. Raising her hands to defend herself, the spell angled up, and hit her in the face instead of the chest. She spiraled into darkness.

When she woke, she was in a cold, stone room. Her clothes were on, but torn. Her head hurt. Her hands and feet were cuffed. She tested their strength, but they burned as she pulled. Taking the familiar deep steadying breaths, she thought of Hogsmeade, and with a flash, she was… right back where she started. But her head hurt worse. Trying to think about where she was made it worse. It was dark; no light through the window nor moon to show her the way. She tried to change forms. The bonds that held her glowed to burning again. As long as she didn't fight them, they were not too tight and they didn't burn. She allowed herself to return to sleep.

The sun did, in fact, shine through the window when the time came. She squinted in the light as she opened her eyes. She needed to go to the bathroom. She couldn't get off the bed without being burned again. She yelled "Hello?" A whispered word on the other side of the door and it opened. Looking into the face of someone she didn't know, she tried to remain calm. "I need to go pee. Is that a possibility?"

He held his wand and made additional links in the chains. He pointed to a corner. "I don't care where you go, just remember that you sleep in your bed."

She waited to see if he would be watching or leaving. She knew immediately that she was not going to like it here. She calmly stood, willing her legs to work as the pressure in her bladder increased. She hobbled to the farthest corner the chains would allow, pulled her panties down, her skirt up, and relieved herself. If she had been a different person, this would have caused embarrassment, but as it was, she had camped out often as a child, so she just imagined this to be another camp out. Sneering, the man left the room, the door snapping shut behind him.

She tore her panties off her legs; the shackles not allowing her to remove them. She folded the scraps of material and set them away from the puddle of urine. Standing, she walked back to her bed. She again, tried to apparate out of the cell; and was burned until she stopped trying. She laid her head back and fell into a troubled sleep.

Rowan was awakened by two large, but obviously stupid men, who were yelling at her to get out of bed. When she stood, a heavy lidded woman entered the cell. Her eyes were half-hidden as she observed Rowan. "I am so glad you could join us, bringing you here was something my sister would have loved to have lived to see. As it is, my Master wishes to see you… Oh dear, you smell." A wave of her wand and Rowan felt clean. The nastiness of the "bathroom trip" removed. She stood resolutely as her stomach growled. Laughing, the woman led her out of the cell.

The shackles remained on her feet; the two men grabbed one arm and lifted her when she was taking too long. They arrived in a large hall of some kind. A table of food and fifty or sixty cloaked figures were there as well; all of whom, presumably, were waiting for her arrival. She was dropped on the cold stone floor as she heard the semi-familiar voice "So nice of you to join me."

She looked into the eyes of the snake-man himself: Voldemort. Closing her eyes, all she could think about was 'this is not going to be good…'

At Diagon Alley, Molly had been transported to St. Mungo's. When she woke several hours later, she told her husband what she had seen, which was not much. She asked about Rowan, but Arthur had no answer.

At Hogwart's, the teens were joined by Remus Lupin and Severus Snape, who had gathered in her common room to wait for news. Their first impulse was to go, immediately, to try to find her. But Harry had learned his lesson from his trip into the Department Of Mysteries. He would wait until he was told to do something else, or as long as he could stand it.

Madison and Mason seemed lost. They knew their mom was alive; as both believed they would feel it if she weren't, they only knew that she wasn't safe wherever she was. Mason hugged his sister repeating the words he had all his life to her "It'll be okay. I promise." She nodded into his chest as the tears fell silently from both sets of eyes.

The beginning of the meeting with Voldemort was interesting. Rowan surveyed the room, hoping to see someone that would become an ally. For a fleeting moment, she thought she had seen Severus, but realized that was not possible.

The Dark Lord knew that it was the youngest child who was the power in the family. Voldemort, in no hurry to find Harry, apparently wanted a child with her, rather than to try to use Madison.

She would agree and within a year, he would be a father. As soon as she opened her mouth and the laughter escaped, she immediately realized that was not the smart thing to do. In these shackles, she had no power. She was at his whim.

The two that had brought her from the cell picked her up and lay her on a stone dias. She could smell something burning. Raising her head, she saw a small basin and a long handle, both of which glowed red hot.

"My loyal Death Eaters, because of the nature of my Dark Mark, it became apparent that as long as you wear it, you will not bear children. Yet, I believe that the strength of this woman's untapped magic to be unimaginable. Therefore, she must be marked as mine. She will bear a mark of Lord Voldemort's!"

The tension in the room was bordering on glee as they watched their master walk around the stone dias to which she now lay. He touched her lightly. "Yes, my friends, she will be marked. Even now, it is being prepared to meet her skin..." A small puff of black smoke issued from the basin, "Ahhh, it is ready."

"Crabbe, Goyle, hold her legs apart. Knees up." The men did as they were told. Spreading her legs at an angle to reveal her most private areas. Voldemort walked to view her shining swollen lips, without panties and seemed pleased at the sight. He reached a long, icy white bony finger to the inside of her thigh before brushing the hairless lips and across to the other thigh. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about what was about to happen.

Reaching to the handle sticking out of the smoldering basin, he raised the metal branding iron. The Dark Mark divided into two sections at an angle would allow it to only touch her once, but complete. He met her eyes for a moment. His smile extending to the red slits as he pushed the hot metal to the inside of her thighs. She screamed a gutteral scream. He did not stop smiling until she passed out and the sizzle of the metal and skin stopped.

Pulling the crude metal away from the now unconscience form, he looked at his work. The skin now branded. The red glowing burns extended to the outer reaches of the mark. "Perfection! MacNair! Bring your needles!"

MacNair complied. Before the night was out, she had been pierced with four rings on each hairless labia, a ring through her clitoris, navel, both nipples, both corners of her mouth, and a special ring at the base of the back of her neck. Each piercing having a gold ring connected by a fine chain.

Snape thanked the grace of Merlin that she was not awake for any of it.

Upon the completion of the piercings , she was revived. She hoped it was a dream. But as she looked into the faces of those that watched her, she knew it was a living nightmare. As her thoughts became clearer, she expected to be taken into the Dark Lord's private chamber, she was surprised when he directed Dolohov to return her to the cell and give her some lessons in cooperation.

Severus watched the scene unfold before him, despair and agony awaited his lover, and he had no way to help her…yet. When the rest were dismissed from the meeting, he returned to Hogwart's to discuss options with Albus.

Grabbing her shackled hands, he half drug Rowan down the corridor to the cell she had been in before. Picking her up, he threw her on the bed, face down. She landed and the air was knocked out of her. She heard the door behind her shut. Thinking she was alone, she turned to see the man drop his cloak and begin to remove his boots. Knowing that this was not the best sign, she moved quickly to put the bed between the two of them.

Once he was down to nothing, he reached and brought his wand up to point at her. "My Master believes that I will be able to show you the error of your ways; to correct your beliefs, as it were, to elicit cooperation from you for his great plan. This may help you be persuaded a bit… Crucio!" She felt herself crumble under the spell.

He picked her up, and once again threw her on the bed. Her chains lengthening between her feet, Antonin Dolohov pushed inside of her. Laughing and making comments about how good she felt. his thighs resting on the tender area of the still red marks. His cock pulling at the newly pierced rings in her labia. His hands grabbing her exposed breasts.

He pulled and twisted the rings in her nipples as as she regained consciousness, she cried out in pain as his thrusts became harder and faster. Releasing his grip on the tender breasts, he roughly sucked one nipple, before moving to the other, until she heard a grunt from him. He lingered inside of her for a few moments. His breath ragged from the effort.

He raised himself off of her, and grabbing her face, kissed her deeply. "You will do fine. I think, perhaps, that a few friends should try you out to see what they think." As he pulled away, the sweat from his skin lingered at the open sores on the inside of her thighs, making her wince. Rowan turned away from him, praying that this was a dream.

The days of hell passed for her. Series of men and "toys" pushed into her over and over again. No orifice was sacred. The dark passage was abused as bad as the one meant for such things. Her throat, now swollen from the harsh thrusts into her made it difficult to swallow on those occasions she was given food.

December 12th, 2006

Draco was called from the Head's dorm to the Dungeons to meet with his godfather, Severus Snape. The meeting shouldn't have taken long, but it ended, not with his returning to his friends and girlfriend, but to a meeting with the Dark Lord himself. Draco had put certain memories of Madison into a pensive before leaving with the professor, and hoped he had learned enough from his father to pull this off.

Voldemort wanted information from Draco. He had little to give, but let down the walls in his mind to allow full access to the Dark Lord. He made no attempts to hold back information regarding the one called Madison Black. He had seen no uses of magic from her, only her brother. And that magic was weak. When they had finished, the one called Voldemort released him back into Snape's custody, but would not allow them to leave the house until Draco saw what happened to those who opposed him.

Severus and Draco walked the length of the corridor to the cell they were going to visit. They looked at one another and attempted to push their emotions down before entering. Mr. Goyle, Gregory's dad, smiled and welcomed them in for the show. It seemed that Bellatrix and Rudolfus had just entered and were about to entertain themselves with the toy inside. With a last look, the two men entered the room to watch.

"Ahhh, Bella, it seems that Draco has decided to join us after all." His hand was raised with a black braided riding crop. Smiling a rather sadistic smile at his wife, he brought the crop back down across the back of the thing laying in the bed. Draco could hear a muffled scream and a high pitched laugh. Rudolfus was hard beneath his perfectly fitted pants as the screams were released again.

Draco took a deep breath, and fought his gag reflex from the stench of the room. He steeled himself to walk closer for observation of the Muggle that was being beaten by his uncle. The only reason Draco was sure it was Muggle, is the last time he saw this couple beating a human, it had been in the dungeons of the Malfoy Manor. Besides, no witch would allow herself to be hurt that way willingly.

She was spread, face down, across the width of the bed. Bella straddling her shoulders. Aunt Bella delighted as she pulled long thin welts apart and laughing as the blood seaped from them. Her hips grinding on the skin of the thing below her. He walked closer and put his thigh against the side of the woman's head. He reached down to hold her face in his hand, the long hair matted and bloody against his finger tips. He could feel her flinch at the gentle touch. He wasn't even sure why he was doing it, he just needed her to know that someone wasn't there to hurt her. He watched as the riding crop came down again. Felt her tense in his hand as he realized that his thigh was offering some sort of comfort for the woman. His other hand raked through his perfect hair as he took another breath, before falling to Bella's shoulder.

Bella shuddered for a moment, panting to draw breath into her body as her orgasm released on the woman below her. Bella looked at Draco's hand for just a moment before shrugging it off. "Hold her boy while I play…" she hissed at him. Draco could feel her shudder with relief as the woman crawled off of her.

When Bella crawled off the bed, Draco saw the gold ring at the base of the neck. he realized that Bella had gotten off using the ring as stimulation. The woman on the bed had juices glistening in the firelight from his aunt's orgasm. His stomach turned again and he prayed to all he knew that he would not vomit all over her.

Bella stood and watched as her husband released his throbbing organ from his pants, panting with the pleasure of seeing bloody cuts across her back. Rudolphus told Bella that he wanted her up a bit higher for entry. Draco had seen him enter a woman before; had seen the passage he preferred and knew that this woman's nightmare had just begun. Draco felt the woman's scream, muffled with the mattress, felt her mouth open wide against his thigh, his hand feeling the mouth as it opened wide, watched her back tense as his uncle entered her. Draco's mouth went dry as he heard his words, "Make her scream again for me Bella… you know how I like it…"

He watched as Bellatrix Black LeStrange, the sister to his mother, raised her wand and scream "CRUCIO!" as her husband thrust into her over and over. Draco felt the woman's head push higher from the bed and heard a familiar voice beg for the pain to stop. He saw the muscles in her back tense from the pain, her legs straight out, her buttocks tense and squeeze as Rudolphus' cock pounded into her. Draco's thoughts were interupted Rudolfus released himself into her. When he withdrew, Draco watched in morbid curiosity as Bella dropped to her knees and took his softening member in her mouth. Draco truly felt sick at the display.

Draco's attention was pulled back to the woman as he felt his pant leg wet from the tears and slober falling against his thigh. Her hand touching his for a brief moment before his uncle and aunt, still laughing, exited the room. Only then did he see his godfather close the door behind them and vomit all over the floor. Draco continued to touch the woman until Severus finished. When he was upright again, he said, "Come Draco, you have seen what you needed to see. We should leave before the Dark Lord offers her to one of us. I must get you back to the school." With a flick of his wand, the sick was removed from the floo and his robes before the door opened and they left the dungeons for the sunlight above.

They returned to the potions classrooms before another word was spoken. Draco watched as the Potion's Master began methodically making potions, several at once. Draco watched in fascination as the man worked the rest of the afternoon, he muttered and planned. Draco, seeing that he could be of no help, left to go to the Second Floor Head's Common room. He did not mention to his friends what he had seen or heard, instead, he found himself to feel dirty and gritty. He walked past the others and took a long hot shower, scrubbing until his skin was red and raw before he felt clean enough to be near Madison again.

Rowan, a single thought swimming in her head, swore that if she lived through this; she would personally kill Bellatrix LeStrange.