Chapter 26

Z Revealed

Staring back at me was none other than Suspiria Laventhorpe.

"You." I whispered.

"Shocked that it's me, little Princess?" Laventhorpe sneered, her pin glinting at me.

"But…but, you…you trained me in Necromancy!" I stammered.

"No, Princess, I was taking notes on your weak spots so I could attack you that way." Laventhorpe started to cackle.

"But…Alvaro tried to…the Bludger…he was jinxing it!" I spluttered, confused over what was going on.

"No, no, I tried to kill you. I did everything." Laventhorpe smirked. "I jinxed that Bludger, I hexed your broom. Diamond was trying to save you."

"But…someone threw me in the…" I started.

"Yes, I threw you in the lake and tried to slit your throat." Laventhorpe grinned. "Yet, I was disciplined by Lucius."

"Why?" I asked her. "What did I do to wrong you, Professor Laventhorpe?"

"You killed my daughter! She died and you should have, too! Yet here you stand, alive and blissfully engaged." Laventhorpe sneered. "And I'd like to ask you to refer to me by my married name…Suspiria Zimmerman."

Then it hit me…Zimmerman…daughter.

"ALL THIS BECAUSE I KILLED SCARLETT!?" I shouted.

"YES!" Zimmerman screamed, grabbing my throat. "You killed her! You should have died, and yet you live, you live to walk down the aisle when my daughter never will!"

I paled as she started to strangle me. "I'll kill you myself! I hope you rot in hell like the rotten Mudblood spawn you are!"

"Suspiria." I heard a smooth voice murmur, pulling her back as I looked up at the new arrival.

It was a tall man with lightening blond hair and ice blue eyes.

"The girl must live…for now."

I swallowed. "Who are you?" I growled.

"Cronus Zimmerman." the man smirked. "And you are the lass that killed my daughter."

"She tried to kill me." I muttered.

"No matter, no matter…what's done is done…but we will get our revenge. Until then, you're here. Suspiria, you were told to bring the Potter girl into the East tower, my love."

At the mention of 'my love' I realized. "Where's Draco?" I asked. "What have you done with him?"

"He's fine…for now." Cronus smirked as he unlocked the cell.

Now's my chance! I thought before I grabbed my wand and started to run.

I instantly felt a hand grip my arm and twist, bringing me to my knees. "Leaving so soon, Potter?" a familiar voice drawled in my ear.

"Malfoy." I groaned, hanging my head in shame. Of all the rotten luck!

I felt my wand wrenched from my hand and thrown aside with a swearword. "Bloody thing shocked me!" Suspiria shrieked.

I smirked. My wand was a temperamental little shit…just like its witch.

"I'll take her up to the east tower." Lucius smirked evilly, as if he knew what was going to happen to me as he dragged me through the castle.

I swallowed, suddenly very afraid of what would happen to me.

Lucius steered me up through a winding staircase and threw me into the top of a room, locking me in with him.

Now my heart was pounding in my chest. Why the hell did he lock himself in with me?

"You remember what I said to you during the battle, Potter, before you sent me into that prison cell." Malfoy smirked. "How I said you'd be the ideal mistress."

I paled, eyes widening when I realized that this was not just what everyone thought was a torture session.

My future father in law was going to rape me. I was going to be raped!

"Not in this lifetime!" I shouted, making to roundhouse kick Malfoy in the face.

My ankle was caught and twisted violently, smirking when I felt a snap.

I screamed, struggling to stay on my feet as I fought Malfoy's hold around my waist.

I elbowed him in the nose, only to have him hit me hard over the face with his cane, I could feel my lip break open and start to bleed along with my nose, my eye throbbed and I knew I was going to have a black eye.

In my moment of disorientation, Malfoy threw me into the bed, tying me to the posts.

I squeezed my eyes closed, shutting myself down as I was trained to do.

But it didn't stop me from screaming out. "HELP! DRACO! HELP! I'M BEING RAPED!"

"Go ahead, little Quinn…no one can hear you." Malfoy smirked, cackling evilly as I screamed for Harry, Draco, Narcissa, anyone.

Finally I gave up and I zoned out of the situation, letting myself drift somewhere else besides where I was, where my almost-father in law was raping me.

I'll get through this, I'll get through this, I'll get through this…

Flashback

"I'll get through this, Draco, I'll be fine." I assured him with a grin before coughing.

"You fell into a pond." Draco told me before feeling my forehead. "You're burning up!"

"I'm fine!" I told him with an insistent huff, coughing again and starting to sit up through my coughing fit.

Draco kept me down. "Hannah, this isn't funny. We're in the middle of a war, and a fever can kill you with your size if you don't rest."

I rolled my eyes as Draco forced me back down, I started coughing again.

Draco grabbed his wand and summoned the vapour rub from his backpack. "Without Pepperup Potion on hand, we'll have to make do the Muggle way." Draco muttered.

Before I could ask what Draco was doing, I felt the cold feeling of gel on my chest.

I gasped, my eyes shooting open and shivering.

"Relax, love." Draco whispered, kissing my temple.

"It's cold!" I protested.

"Yes, yes, Hannah, it's colder than the Dickens, but you need to relax." Draco told me before rubbing the gel into my chest.

"Dickens?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, Grandfather."

"Oh, shut up, Hannah!" Draco snapped, still rubbing into my chest.

I sighed, letting myself relax. The bastard was a sensation with his hands.

I had zoned into my own little world, barely noticing myself being lifted and flipped onto my stomach until I felt pressure being released from my back.

I moaned softly, letting myself give in to the illness Draco knew I had…

If being sick involves massages like this…I ought to get sick more often. I thought contently as I let myself drift in and out of sleep.

I sighed deeply. This was heaven. My mind and rationality melted along with the muscles in my back as I found out I was getting a shiatsu.

I closed my eyes and let myself drift off.

"Being Harley Quinn won't be so bad after all…" I murmured before falling asleep.

Suddenly I jolted back to reality, every part of my body screaming in pain as the door slammed shut.

I instantly started sobbing. Again I had gotten my virginity back, and immediately afterwards I lost it! Why was it always me!?

I looked down and found myself fully clothed, as if I was getting ready for something very important.

I was untied from the bed and I shot up, shuddering. I didn't even want to look at the bed that Lucius Malfoy raped me on. I'd rather sleep in the dungeon than up in that tower, knowing that Malfoy would come in when he pleased and rape me until he was satisfied.

My backpack was in the corner, miraculously left alone from when Malfoy threw it in the corner before he…got down to business.

Suddenly the door burst open and Electricia Munville stood there with an evil smirk.

"Come on, Princess, the Death Eaters are waiting for you." she sneered, grabbing me and dragging me down the spiral staircase, into the main hall filled with tapestries and other expensive things that I would have destroyed as Harley Quinn…

Fight it! the Harley part of me hissed. kick her in the face and run!

I swallowed, unable to move my arms as I was lead into a large drawing room, which was styled like a courtroom.

Cronus sat on a large pedestal, a gavel on the desk in front of him as every Death Eater that was locked up at the end of the war gathered along the benches, hissing and sneering at me.

"When we're done with you, they won't recognize your corpse!"

"You'll be found the same way Nott was!"

I swallowed when Munville pushed me in front of Cronus as the Death Eaters growled and hissed and sneered at me.

"ORDER!" Cronus shouted, the final threat of what a Death Eater was going to do to my decapitated corpse fell silent. "Our case is the people versus Harley Quinn. Prosecution, you're opening argument."

Lucius Malfoy instantly stood up and I paled as Munville shoved me into a chair, which instantly bound me to the arms and legs.

"Ladies and Gentleman escapees from Azkaban…" Lucius Malfoy walked around the courtroom, his pimp cane hitting the ground on the instep. "There is a lot I could say about our accused harlequin…but I believe a part of a Muggle song can sum everything up quite nicely."

Suddenly I heard the Pocahontas parody of After Ever After roar through my ears, the starting of Colours of the Wind (or Colours of These Men, if you want to Parody the title.)

"After the Dark Lord returned to England…Harley Quinn started to terrorize the fields. We sent Death Eaters, Snatchers and werewolves there to stop her. Yet they were greeted with wands and germs and steel!"

I growled. "You forced us into unromantic exile! You pillaged, raped and left my coven all but dead!" I sang with an angered vengeance.

"So that means you can be liberal with your weapons? When she separated bodies from their heads!"
"Wait…what!?" I shouted.

"This woman's held the entrails of Death Eaters and lied! She's bit the beating hearts of werewolf men! She has shot arrows in some Snatchers' eyeballs! She can paint with the red colours in us men! She think she can murder if she pleases, but now it's her own death she sees! Because she can paint with the red colours in us men!"

"YOU LIE!" I shouted at him. "I've never decapitated a Death Eater! That's a horrible death!"

Lucius smirked. "You lead Jeffrey Nott to a horrible death, didn't you?" he asked.

"I didn't kill him!" I shouted. "Alvaro Diamond did!"

The Death Eaters started to laugh.

"He did! He threw my dagger at him and stabbed him in the heart!"

"On your orders, from what he told us!" Suspiria cackled. "You're guilty!"

"I only did what I did because the lives of me and my coven were threatened! Surely you all would have done the same thing!" I growled, hoping for at least one Death Eater that would sympathize with me.

Ha-ha-ha! the Harley part of my head cackled. A Death Eater that sides with us…that'll be the day.

Lucius smirked. "The prosecution rests!"

"SHE'S GUILTY!" the Death Eaters shouted.

"KILL HER!"

"Hang her!"

"Skin her alive!"

"Slit her throat!"

"Drown her!"

"Have the Dementors suck out her soul!"

"ORDER!" Cronus banged the gavel. "Harley Quinn, it's a unanimous decision…you're guilty of fifty three counts of murder in the first degree."

"KILL HER!"

"Easy, my friends, easy." Cronus banged the gavel again. "Harley Quinn, you are hereby sentenced to death on the next full moon."

I paled. The next full moon was next week! I only had another week to live!

"Have you anything to say for yourself?" Cronus asked,

I nodded. "You might be able to kill me. Hell, you might be able to bring back Andromache Ravencroft…"

"You mean Andromache Evans?" Suspiria sneered.

"Evans?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"Yes, seeing as you're doomed to die, you might as well know the truth." Suspiria grinned. "The Ravencrofts are your ancestors."

I paled.

"Andromache married your great-great-great-great-great grandfather, Harold Evans. Bet you didn't know that was who your idiot brother was named for, did you?" Suspiria cackled.

I paled. "You lie!" I shouted. "My mother's family was Muggles!"

"No, no they aren't." Suspiria laughed. "They are half bloods, like you are!"

"My family is dead!" I shouted. "Only my brother, aunt and cousin remain." I growled.

"That's where you're wrong." Suspiria cackled. "Though you'll never meet them, you have family in Kitchener still…your grandparents, aunts, uncles…cousins that are barely old enough to know any better than you killing my master."

I paled further. I had family…more family…in Kitchener? Aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents? Not just those who stayed in England?

"And your grandparents on your father's side are still alive, the filthy blood traitors they are." Lucius sneered. "Aunts, uncles, cousins…great aunts…"

I gasped as Electricia forced me up, dragging me away as I took in all this new information.

My parents' parents were still alive? Some in England and others in North America? How come no one told me? Draco had to have known…

Draco…

Electricia threw me into the tower room and locked the door as I burst into sobs. I was never going to see him again!

All I could do was sob and sob, holding Alejandro to my chest as I sobbed uncontrollably. I'd never see any of the ones I loved again. Harry, Aunt Petunia, Dudley, Ivy, Blaise, Sheila, Fireball, Draco…

I curled into myself on the floor, wrapping Hermione's blanket around myself as I used Alejandro for a pillow as I curled up and went to sleep at the bottom of hell.

Days past and I knew my death was speeding closer and closer, the full moon was two nights away.

The Death Eaters weren't fans of me. I was starved, abused and raped. By day I was in the dungeons, by night I was in the east tower for Malfoy's pleasure. I was shaking, trying to figure out how I was going to see my family in Canada, how I'd give everyone I loved a proper goodbye.

I shot awake in the middle of the night the night before the ritual was to be performed, finding someone snoring in the bed above me.

I looked up and found Lucius Malfoy lying there asleep…staying in the room with me in case he needed late night satisfaction…

I swallowed and looked around the room.

It was dark, small and almost as cold as it was in the dungeon due to how high up the turret was, a small sliver of moonlight hitting the floor where I laid.

My back was stiff as I looked up from the source of the moonlight.

The window was long, wide enough to let light and small things through.

And on top of it all…it wasn't barred!

I looked to my backpack and looked to the other side of the room, trying to locate my wand.

I paled when I found it.

Lucius Malfoy was holding it in his hands.

I shook as I scrambled to quietly pack everything into my backpack. I had to run…I had to get back to school. Draco would help me when I got there to get the Tome back…but I had to get out of there…or I was certain to be raped again…and then be murdered.

I shuddered as I slung my backpack over my shoulder, grabbing my Invisibility Cloak and looking to my wand and closing my eyes.

I focused on having my wand fly into my hand mentally, shutting everything down and struggling to slow my heart rate.

My wand twitched in my hand and I paled as Lucius Malfoy stirred.

Thankfully, Malfoy rolled over, leaving my wand on the bed, so close to grab.

I levitated it with my powers and grabbed it before looking down from the turret.

There was no other way. If I stayed in that room, Malfoy was going to wake up and rape me, then in one week I was going to be murdered for being Harley Quinn. If I went, I'd be able to get my coven to help me, get me to the Tome before the full moon so I could thwart the Death eaters, get the Aurors back to the castle and send them back to Azkaban. I had to climb down the window.

I threw on my Invisibility Cloak and threw one leg out the window, looking around until I found my reflection.

My mirror self was invisible, I couldn't be seen from where I stood. I swung my other leg over the window sill and looked for vines to climb down as I clung to the sill.

"No!" I whispered.

There was none! Nothing like when I escaped Hogwarts! What was I going to do now?

Then I thought of it…couldn't I make myself fly with my affinity for the air?

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Air come to me." I whispered.

I shivered as the wind picked up around me, knowing that the air had came to help me out of this situation.

I started to slip. "Let my fall be graceful." I whispered before I let go.

I let myself freefall, arms crossed as I waited for death or to be laid gently on the ground.

I felt the air create a cushion around me, lowering me gently until I hovered over the earth.

I shot up, looking around. What if they had found hounds to sniff out my scent? Sure, they were wizards…but they could pick up Muggle tactics of police officers.

I looked out into Loch ness and nodded. The only way I could escape without my scent was to swim across the loch and into the woods to Apparate back to Hogwarts and back to Draco.

I took a shaky breath after tucking my Cloak away and pointed the air to the loch before dismissing it with thanks.

I felt myself drop and splash into the water, murky and black from the lack of light in the sky.

Every muscle in my body screamed in protest as the frigid water bit into my flesh. But I couldn't think about the cold, I had to swim.

And swim was exactly what I did. I kicked and thrashed my arms around in a breaststroke, desperate to escape that castle and get back to my castle.

I hit the edge of the Loch and I shot up…closing my eyes and focusing on the wind to carry the sound of heartbeats to my ear.

Thankfully, the heartbeats I heard that weren't in the castle were far off at the edges of the forest, I had a clear path into the mountains to Apparate.

Shivering, shaking and tired from the swim from the castle, I set off into the night to escape as I slung my Cloak back over myself.

Draco's POV

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!" I shouted. "It's been two days! We have to find her…now!"

Nobody slept for six days after I was abducted and Hannah disappeared. I wouldn't let them. No one was going to sleep until Hannah was back safe and sound.

"Malfoy, it's four in the morning, just let us go to bed." Potter groaned.

"HOW CAN YOU THINK OF SLEEP AT A TIME LIKE THIS!" I screamed at him. "YOUR SISTER IS IN FUCKING SCOTLAND, PROBABLY HURT, BLEEDING, ASSAULTED…MAYBE EVEN FUCKING DEAD, AND ALL YOU CAN THINK ABOUT IS SLEEP!?"

"Malfoy, it will be easier if we rest for the night. Get a fresh start in the morning." Granger told me.

"I don't care!" I shouted. "We should be going out there and getting her now! Oh, god, if anything happens…this is all my fault!"

I was in a panic. She was gone! Hannah was probably gone forever and it was all my fault! If I had been able to fight off Z before they Stunned me, Hannah would have never left to save me!

I was almost shaking with worry, she had to be ok. If she was dead, I'd never forgive myself.

And when my mother found out she was gone…I was absolutely fucked. Mother would never forgive me if she wound up dead.

Mel, she probably wouldn't care, she'd probably even be happy she was gone.

"I don't care, Malfoy, we're going to bed." Granger stood up and everyone went to their dorms, leaving me in the common room by myself.

I had to go after her. I had to grab my backpack and try to find her. Look all over Scotland if I had to, even if it took me weeks, months, years.

But…my problem was I only had a week until the next full moon, then the Death Eaters would do the ritual and she'd bleed to death, ruining everything I had built up since I was eleven years old.

I didn't even care that I may need to either postpone or cancel the wedding, I just had to know where she was.

She was my everything. I couldn't even think about what she could be going through.

I just stared into the flames, every part of my body lit with thought of where Hannah could be.

All I could think about was my sweet little Spitfire locked in a cell, cold, alone, pale, deathly still…covered in blood.

"Just let her be ok." I whispered.

I thought I heard the door open. I ignored the door, thinking it was my imagination…until I heard a footstep.

I straightened and turned around.

Standing there, dripping wet, sneezing, shivering, coughing, half conscious and looking like a drowned ferret was Hannah.

I shot up and ran, throwing my arms around her, almost crushing her.

"Thank bloody Merlin you're safe."