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Help for one lost...

On December 13th, for the first time in recorded history, the entire student population, was sent home early for the holidays. No students, other than the seven were allowed to stay. Three students had no where to go, and the other four refused to leave. The remaining staff were on pins and needles waiting for some word of one of their own.

The Death Eaters did not allow her to sleep long, if at all. Each cloaked figure that entered the house was expected to have "quality" time with her. Those who did not want her were expected to watch. She had long since lost count of the number of entries in her body; retreating into her mind to find a place of calm and peace away from the pain and humiliation.

December 16th, 2006

It had been eleven days since Rowan was taken. It was on this day that Professor Snape entered the Head's common room. "Mr. Black, I need a word." he stated simply before leaving the room again.

Mason caught up with him a few seconds later. "Yes sir?"

"Tell Dumbledore to have everything ready. I need you and the wonder team to concentrate on your mother. Send your energy to her. Contact her and tell her that help is coming." He made to leave. Mason grabbed him.

"Where is she?"

"I don't know."

"You're lying."

Snape snarled as he took a step toward him, his voice low and his teeth clenched, his words punctuated with anger and contempt for Sirius Black's son and the woman with whom he was falling in love with, "Boy, I have no reason to lie to you. But, I am telling you that if you want your mother alive, you need to send her the strength you send out to your sister so regularly."

This time, Snape left the teenager in the hallway and walked out the Great Front Doors. Mason sprinted to the headmaster's office. He was granted entrance, raced up the spiral staircase and entered without knocking to the old man's office, relating what Snape had told him. Waiting for a split second, he added the part of his belief that Snape was lying.

The old man and the teenager's eyes met. "Go to the common room and start concentrating on your mother." Mason turned to go as Dumbledore added, "Mason, it might be best if you can get the others to hold your hand in a circle; all concentrating on her safety and strength." With that, Mason ran from the office.

He did as he was told; quickly explaining what had happened. The group quickly moved into the Professor's common room. The round table was perfect for what they wanted to do. They got comfortable and held hands around the table. Thoughts of love and strength were sent out from the circle to the woman so far away, magnified by the unique magic that her oldest child held.

Somewhere outside of her, the door opened. The whispers made her voyeurs leave the room. She heard the door shut as she could not see anything through her swollen eyes.

The sound of steps approached her. She lay in a haze almost waiting to be hurt again. The person roughly grabbed her arm, adding to the bruises on her arms and turned her on her back. He removed the bit attached to the rings. She shuddered.

Using his knees, he spread her legs with his knees to make her available to him. A small sob escaped her as she heard some incantation and felt pressure. The pain receded. The man on top of her grabbed her hair as he hissed in her ear "Drink this - quickly!" He forced a bottle of some kind between her lips and up-ended it. The taste was horrible, but better that what she had been forced to swallow the past few days. This was followed by two more bottles. Each forced between her lips while he muttered plans of escape in her ear.

The door opened as she finished the third bottle; the pain in her lifting, her mind clearer. The hand in her hair gentler, the pressure from his thrusts almost pleasant, as she heard someone speak; "Ahh, Severus, I see you have found the Master's newest play toy. Did you enjoy her?"

He paused for a moment, opened his mouth to let out a deep, guttural, groan and empty himself into her. Pulling himself from her, he stood and faced the man. "She was better before. I expressly asked not to be disturbed."

"The Dark Lord would like you to bring her to him - personally."

Snape tucked his blood stained cock inside his pants, adjusted himself before closing the placket of his pants. He then reached and threw her over his shoulder roughly; her head limp behind him, blood flowing slowly down her thighs as she was carried through the hall toward her destiny.

He dumped her on the floor much as Crabbe had done days before, her head slamming against the stone floor. When she at last opened her eyes again, she looked into the cold red eyes of a snake.

"Were you going to take a turn?" Her voice was raspy and thick. Gasps were heard around the room. Her mind was clear and her body without the distracting intense pain of the weeks which had passed. She was able to recall some of the lessons of her youth. The one which stuck out in her mind was to pretending to be fine always worked. Her best friend used to say 'fake it till you make it.' Her voice rasped as she raised up on one elbow, completely naked, as she asked "Have you given any thought," deep breath inhaled, "that if I were to get pregnant, you would not have a possibility of being the father if you don't take me at some point?"

He circled her, looking at her bruised marked body, her eyes and face as bad as her arms. He visually examined the long dark marks made from the lashes that now covered her body. The long thin welts which oozed blood. One arm hung limply at her side, apparently dislocated. Even with the potions, she had still hurt too bad to be able to tell the difference between the pains of her shoulder against the bites on her breasts.

Lord Voldemort had not beheld a woman truly worthy of him since he had become immortal. He had not realized that seeing her like this, surviving her tormentors, would bring such a strong desire from him. He kicked her legs apart roughly, knelt between them, grabbing her knees and watched her wince in pain. Seeing the blood only made his desire stronger. His hands opened the placket of his pants, releasing his already hard cock, just before he thrust deeply into her. Voldemort's hard member had dwarfed the others by inches and had torn the already abused tissue with his agression and excitement.

He heard her laugh, slowly, methodically, as he took her. She looked at him "Is that all you've got? Dolohov is larger and thicker than you and he knows what to do with it."

Enraged at being insulted in front of his followers, he commanded everyone to leave the room except Dolohov. Hearing this, Rowan added loudly "Snape is bigger than either of you." She hoped this would get him to stay in the room with her. Her heart thumped loudly as she heard Voldemort command Snape to stay as well.

Dolohov was not excited to be one of the 'lucky two' to stay in the room while his master had sex with a woman who was doing verbal comparisons. He liked the way his manhood was, and was certain by the time she was quieted, that it would not be the same as it is now. Snape seemed to be having the same inner struggle as Dolohov as they watched their 'Master' continue to push into her. Growling as he came closer to completion.

Rowan began to make choking noises. Snape eyed her warily and took a step back just as she raised her head up and vomited all over herself, Dolohov's feet, and lower part of his cloak. Tom Riddle withdrew in disgust, unable to complete with the foul woman below him. Rowan collapsed in relief. Voldemort stood beside her, looking down at the now unconscious form of a woman that was lying in her own filth and waste. Looking to Dolohov, he said, "Clean her and then return to me. Help him Snape."

As Snape picked up the apparently unconscious woman, folding her arms in on the vomit, being sure it was smeared under the shackles. Snape met her half-slitted eyes for a moment, nodded his approval and carried the limp form of his fellow teacher from the room with Dolohov just behind him. She opened her eyes as he laid her on the bed and winked. She could feel her children's strength ebbing through her. When he laid her on the bed, Snape pressed a penny into her hand and said, "If you feel them, count to on hundred, then say 'Portus'. Do you understand?" She nodded.

Dolohov, having cleaned his clothing, looked to the woman. Snape looked down his long crooked nose at her with disgust. "You do it. I carried her, and after all, it was your 'manhood' that started all of this." Dolohov eyed him warily, but removed the shackles and began the series of spells to clean her. Snape walked around the room and vanished piles of excrement, puddles of urine and blood from the corners; his stomach turning with every breath.

"98…99…100…. Portus" she whispered as Dolohov turned his back. In a flash of blue light, she was gone.

Snape rounded on Dolohov "What have you done?" The man's eyes opened wide, as he looked at the shackles and empty bed. "I must inform the Master of this." sweeping from the room before Dolohov could say anything to him. Snape entered into the hall again, and told the Dark Lord of the woman's escape. His mind was probed and he was found innocent.

As he left his master's chamber, Dolohov was screaming in pain from the curse that was being sent his way.