Ha ha! Another one! Yes, I shall keep you in suspense no longer! Read on my friends! Read on!


Chapter 7

Ebony's heart nearly stopped in fear. What to do? What to do? How on earth was she going to get out of this one?

Lucius' head appeared from under the rim of the desk and looked down in surprise, which quickly turned into malicious joy, "well well well, what do we have here? It looks just like a little mudblood! Oh no, wait, you're not even a mudblood are you? You're worse…you're a muggle!"

Ebony tried to change, a shape, any shape, a crawling, clawing, slipping shape, a shape that was just that little bit too far from her grasp…clutching at the fire inside of her she tried desperately to change, transform, escape, but Lucius had his wand out and aimed. "Petrificus Totalus!" he screamed, and Ebony could feel her body stiffen without instructions from her brain. She could hear the Deatheaters cackling around her and tried to struggle hopelessly against the spell. A hand had descended on her brow, and other hands were pulling her out from under the desk, the hand on her forehead was cold and unforgiving, she tried to catch a glimpse of who it belonged to and saw Snape, his other hand uncorking a bottle of deep red liquid. Someone else's hand was reaching over her nose, covering it so she couldn't breath, Ebony could see what was coming and held her breath as long as she could…but…Ebony gasped, yet another hand had pressed against the small of her back, it was freezing cold and the shock made her gasp. Taking advantage of the situation, Snape plunged the liquid down her throat and no matter how hard she tried, Ebony just couldn't stop the fiery tasting liquid go down her throat...

She awoke once more in a bed, and once more she wasn't alone, her body instantly froze…wondering who it was, and noticing that she was no longer chained, she attempted to move herself so she could see more clearly, but found she was still under the Petrificus Totalus, or…that fiery liquid…Ebony wondered what it was. She heard a laugh next to her, one that was so cold and malicious that the sound could not have ever come from human lips. A long, pale, slim finger drew its way across her cheek and she felt her skin shiver, goosebumps rising from the touch.

She knew who it was, only one thing could do that…Voldemort.


Ah, I'm such a bitch for leaving it there, aren't I? grins 'Fraid to say, looks guilty in the next chapter...There's a rape scene. Yes. hangs head Ebony's for it. Sorry guys. Told you this weren't no Mary Sue.