A/N: OMG this is like a record for me! I've managed to post another chapter already! Yay! Be proud of me. So much for the cliffhanger…

Anyway, enjoy

WARNING: Contains abuse, yeah, a tad worse this time, don't read it unless your ok with that type of stuff. Hope you are tho, cos this chapter was so fun to write!

Escape

Oh come now, prince Phillip. Why so melancholy? A wondrous future lies before you. You, the destined hero of a charming fairy tale come true.

Behold, King Stefan's castle, and in yonder topmost tower, dreaming of her true love, the princess Aurora. But see the gracious whim of fate. Why, 'tis the self same peasant maid, who won the heart of our noble prince but yesterday. She is indeed most wondrous fair. Gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red, red rose. In ageless sleep she finds repose.

The years roll by, but a hundred years to a steadfast heart are 'bout a day. And now, the gates of the dungeon part, and our prince is free to go his way. Off he rides on his noble steed ... a valiant figure, straight and tall, to wake his love with love's first kiss, and prove that true love conquers all.

Disney's Sleeping Beauty

He removed his hand, Lily tried to scream but Lucius was too fast for her.

'Petrificus totalus' just two words that spelt defeat to Lily. She couldn't move, she couldn't scream, she was completely helpless as she felt his hands all over her, groping every inch of her body, ripping open her shirt… Tears welled up in her eyes, but Lily was unable to blink them away. Tears streamed down her frozen cheeks, splashing down onto the cold flagstones.

'You're pathetic' Lucius snarled, looking up at her with venom. 'Did you really think you could get away from me that easily? You've only made it worse for yourself. We have all night and I'll do all…I…like…with that pretty little body of yours…' He stretched his words out, leisurely trailing a finger down Lily's exposed stomach and started fiddling with the elastic of her pyjama bottoms.

Lily's eyes widened further in sheer terror. He was going to rape her right there in the hallway, right there among the suits of armour, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Her flow of tears intensified, causing Malfoy to look up from her pyjama bottoms. He gave her a look of utter loathing, this time, mingled with lust. She was a 'mudblood', but he was still a human being, and he wanted her. And he would have her, then and there… Suddenly his face brightened

'I'm so sorry Lily flower, how un-gentlemanly of me. No wonder you're crying, not fair if I get all the fun is it.' Finally, with horror, Lily caught on to his train of thought. He brought up his wand to her throat and muttered the counter curse. Lily felt warmth rush back into her body, and she almost sighed with relief from being able to move again.

She automatically went to pull her shirt closed, to cover herself, but she was stopped by a prod from Lucius' wand.

'Uh uh uh' Lucius sneered. Leave it. I like it that way' Lily was forced to let go of her shirt, allowing it to fall open once again. 'Well done, I'm sure you'll enjoy it too if you just conform.' Lily wanted to spit in his face, but she knew that would not do anything in her favour, so she decided to comply. She shut her eyes at the thought of what was to come, but gritted her teeth and told him

'Fine'

'I knew you'd see it my way' he grinned. In seconds his mouth was on hers, his tongue thrusting unceremoniously down her throat. Lily wanted to pull away, but she couldn't the cold wall she was pressed up against wouldn't allow it. Lucius' hands rose up her chest, painfully kneading her breasts, shoving her ever harder against the wall. His hands felt rough against her skin and a moan escaped her lips, one more of pain than pleasure, but Lily felt Lucius smile against her mouth. His hands began to move down her body, his lips moving down to her neck and her tears started again.

'Being naughty are we?' an all too familiar voice came out of the gloom, accompanied by a wicked cackle. Lucius looked up at Peeves, his hands never leaving Lily's body.

'Fuck off Peeves,' he snarled 'can't you see we're busy?' Peeves only cackled again, ramming into a suit of armour on one side of them. Pieces of metal showered all over them as the suit of armour fell.

'Oy! Filch! Students out of beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed!' Peeves screeched gleefully as he flew off.' Malfoy was cursing at him, his attention distracted from Lily. She seized the opportunity, awkwardly stamping down hard on his foot and following it up by ramming her knee into his groin. As Lucius doubled up in pain, she scrambled put from underneath him and sprinted away down the corridor.

She had no idea where she was going. Anywhere away from Lucius. She hugged her ripped shirt to her, as the tears never ceased their flow down her cheeks. She ran and ran through the dark hallways until she heard Filch round a corner. She'd always been terrified of the gnarled old man, and it didn't help her situation that she was out in the middle of the night with a ripped open shirt. She backed into a wall, pressing herself into a tapestry, fruitlessly trying to hide in the shadows, when suddenly the tapestry gave way and she fell through into a small dark passageway.
Lily didn't know how much time she'd spent sitting hugging her knees by the entrance of the cold damp-smelling passageway. The endless flow of tears had gradually ceased and she was left frigid and terrified of going back into those hallways. She could still imagine she felt his hands all over her, hurting her…She shuddered, trying to block the images out of her mind. Standing up on shaky legs and clutching her shirt tightly to her, she inched her way down the narrow passageway. It wasn't at all inviting, but anything was better than the possibility of coming face-to-face with Lucius again.

The passageway seemed endless, constantly heading downhill. After about half an hour of heading downhill, the passageway tilted up slightly, Lily quickened her pace, sensing the passage was close to an end: and crashed into a wall of earth and rocks. She'd come to a dead end. Lily was about to give up. Her knees were weak with exhaustion, her head reeling with the night's events and her body throbbing with cuts and bruises acquired in her confrontation with Lucius. Just as she was about to sink to the ground she noticed a faint beam of moonlight filtering into the passageway from somewhere above. And sure enough, when she looked up, she saw a trapdoor in the ceiling. Luckily the ceiling wasn't too high, and Lily managed to heave open the trapdoor and scramble out, albeit with difficulty.

Lily emerged in a creaking shack, moonlight seeped through the boarded up windows. Lily couldn't think where she was, until she heard a long terrible howl. And it struck her. She was in the Shrieking Shack! She was about to dive for the trapdoor; she figured even Lucius was better than whatever was producing that howling… But before she got the chance, a door burst open and a full-grown werewolf was racing towards her. She shrank back against the wall as she saw the huge yellow teeth come closer, the deadly claws that sank into the rotting floorboards, the hungry eyes drew ever nearer. She could smell it's carnivorous breath, it felt hot against her skin. Lily couldn't move; her body was totally paralyzed. Her mind was screaming run but her body refused to comply. The werewolf slowed down and raised a clawed paw, lethal points gleaming in the moonlight. Before she knew it, those claws were rushing at her with incredible force, ready to crush her. Suddenly, a beautiful stag galloped from no where to stand in front of Lily, separating her from the werewolf, the claws collided with it's chest, plunging beneath the sleek glossy fur, spattering the stag's front with blood. Lily's body could take no more and she crumpled to the floor in a dead faint.

James' chest hurt like hell. Sirius had managed to chase Remus off, out of the Shrieking Shack and into the forbidden forest. James had changed back to his human form, sinking down to his knees. The wound wasn't too deep, but it was deep enough to have blood running everywhere. Suddenly, he remembered why it was that he'd managed to get injured by his best friend. James spun round, all pain forgotten, to find Lily sprawled unconscious on the floor, her body covered in a smattering of cuts and bruises. The shirt of her pyjamas had been ripped and had fallen open…she was so beautiful… James quickly looked away, furious with himself for taking advantage of her this way. He walked up to her, and looking as little as possible, pulled her shirt closed and lifted her up in his arms. Now that he was closer, he saw that the cuts and bruises were fresh, many of them still bleeding. She'd been beaten up again. James closed his eyes at the thought, the image too terrible to think of.

He was worried about her. He didn't know how badly she'd been hurt and he couldn't risk taking her back to the castle, whoever had done this to her would still be around and he was in no state to defend her… besides, there would be too many unwanted explanations. So, he did the only thing he could think of. Still holding onto Lily, he kicked away some of the rotting boards from the windows and ran with her to Hogsmeade.

Any hopes of finding help there were dashed as soon as he got into the village. No one was about, and he knew no one was about to let strangers into their home on the night of a full moon; the night the shrieking shack lived up to its name… But something else had caught James' attention. 'The Three Broomsticks'. The sign from the pub swung back and forth, creaking slightly in the wind. All public buildings had a broom shed, with several brooms stored there in the case of an emergency. This was an emergency; they wouldn't mind.

James laid Lily gently down on the ground and reached for his wand.

'Alohamora!' he muttered and the door to the broom shed sprang open. James grabbed a room and ran back to Lily. He wasn't sure how he was going to manage this. The broom was by no means amazing, it was very old and certainly not intended to carry two people, but there was no other way. James got onto the broom and heaved Lily on, placing her in front of him, so he could support her with his arms and make sure she didn't fall off. It was very uncomfortable, and his chest twinged with pain. He kicked off.

The journey was long and uncomfortable. The broom kept jolting beneath him and several times Lily nearly slipped from his grasp. But finally they got there.

James staggered into St Mungo's with Lily in his arms, handing her over to the surprised healers in their lime green robes. He watched her unconscious body being carried away into the hospital as he sank down into a chair, relief seeping into his exhausted bones.
A/N: yes, very eventful chapter, for onceXD

And I know I know: there is no passageway leading from Hogwarts to the Shrieking Shack, it defies the point of the Whomping Willow, (hmmmm, just noticed the excessive alliteration….) but I needed to get Lily there somehow and she wasn't about to run into the Whomping Willow was she? So yeah

This is like my favourite chapter, so please please please R&R and let me know what you think

Thankyou!

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