Heather was curled up in the shower of the hospital wing, tears streaming down her cheek as she scrubbed her skin raw.
She had met Dumbledore after dinner as promised. He had chided her about her treatment of McGonagall. She let that go in one ear and out the other. He assigned her a detention with Madam Pomphry. Then he informed her that because she was too powerful so she had to start siphoning.
He escorted her to the Hospital Wing. She asked him about siphoning, what it entailed, why did he think she was too powerful… He didn't give her any straight answers about what it entailed but he did tell her that it took too much raw power for a first year to safely cast a spell silently and wavelessly like she did. As such, siphoning would 'take the edge off.'
What he didn't tell her was that he was going to have her ritualistically raped. In a private room of the Hospital wing, she, an eleven-year-old girl, was stripped, chained to a cot with special cuffs and she proceeded to be raped by a total stranger while Dumbledore, Pomphrey, and all Four of the Heads of Houses: Flitwick, McGonagall, Sprout and Snape stood there and watched, not intervening or objecting to what was happening.
When her magic flared up in defense, the chains burned red hot and branded her.
When the rapist finished, he died as Magic took her price from him. Just like Dorian Grey when he saw his portrait, he rapidly aged, died and crumbled to a pile of dust. The four teachers left without a word or backwards glance.
Dumbledore, however, had the nerve to pat her on the head like a dog.
"Don't worry. It won't seem so bad in the morning. It's for the Greater Good, after all." He had said before leaving. Pomphrey then took her grand ol' time healing up Heather before removing the chains. Chains at her ankles, below the knees and mid thighs, across her hips just below the belly button, across her chest and shoulder, around her wrists, above the elbows and around her throat.
The brand scars were permanent because they were magical in nature.
So, Heather sat in the shower having been unforgivably violated and branded like an animal for the rest of her life.
After she calmed down a little, she dressed… transfiguring her skirt into pants and she limped from the hospital wing despite Pomphrey telling her that she was supposed to stay in the hospital wing for the night for observation. When Pomphrey moved to stop her, Heather grabbed a bedpan and bashed her over the head with it with every ounce of strength that she could muster before she threw it across the wing.
She made her way to the common room, collected her few belongings, since most were stolen by other students, shrank her trunk and pocketed it before leaving the common room and castle proper. She slipped thru the castle doors minutes before they slammed shut and sealed for the night.
She wandered across the grounds and just kept walking. She ended up all the way down in Hogsmeade. Wandering the village, she found a small Gringotts branch. Entering it, she did an inheritance test because she didn't have her key.
Deciding to go back later to pursue it in detail, she closed her trust account and decided to use her mother's account instead. She inquired about real estate for sale. There was in fact a handful of houses for sale right there in Hogsmeade. She chose a nice 2-bedroom cottage near the Hogsmeade Station.
The house was completely empty, but she was okay with that. She pulled out a blanket notebook out of her trunk and proceeded to start transfiguring.
One of the basic laws of Transfiguration was that it was easier to transfigure items if you didn't change the material. For instance, paper and parchment was technically wood. Therefore, she transfigured a piece of paper into a small model kitchen eat-at work island and two stools with ease. A basic sizing charm enlarged them to a full size. Natural maple cabinetry with black marble top. The stools were white with backs. A special locking charm would hold the transfiguration and size in place indefinitely.
Another parchment would become a sleek modern love seat and armchair model for the living room. Maple wood framework, beige cushions.
Soon, she had a coffee table, two end tables, two tall bookshelves, a writing desk and a console table all situated. They were all entirely maple wood.
The windows were cleaned to crystal clarity and then covered with heavy blue curtains.
A color changing charm on the walls covered the wood panels with taupe plaster drywalls with the dark oak floors smoothed and polished to a high shine, as were the window frames, doors and stairs. The kitchen floor however was transfigured from old creaky wood to new marble laminate flooring.
A small storage cupboard under the stairs became a pleasant, fully functional, half bathroom with light blood plaster walls, oak cabinetry, and white wood trimming.
The second floor had two rooms connected by a full bathroom. She transfigured a nice bedroom set with a double wide bed, a six-drawer double dresser, wardrobe, 2 end tables and rocking chair. The walls became a light lavender plaster with white trimming while the floors became white oak. All of her furniture was white wood. Her bedding was done up in cream, dove grey and green.
The other room became an office/library with a monster desk right smack in the middle, a wheeled office chair and library bookshelves lining one wall from floor to ceiling with cupboard doors over the bottom two shelves all around. All of the woodwork in this room was mahogany. Wall became white plaster. The floors remained brown oak but were polished to a high shine.
All in all, by the time she was done, she thought it was quite cozy.
For the finishing touches of the evening, she reached into her ever present bag and pulled out a couple of her own inventions.
First were the welcome rugs. They were placed in front of the front and back door and the fireplace in the travel room. The one in the travel room prevented soot from getting everywhere and all three contained any uninvited guests in an anti-magic field. If anyone with harmful intent entered her residence, upon exiting the containment field, they were immediately transfigured into harmless stuffed toys. Permanently. Also, anyone that apparated into her house ended up in the travel room and landed right in the middle of that rug.
Second were glow orbs placed in each room instead of candles, oil lamps and lanterns.
Then she went for a much needed bath and off to bed.
The next morning, she flooed to Diagon Alley looking like any jane doe.
She visited the Healer's clinic, got her brands tended, a full work-up and a pair of prescription adjusting glasses.
From there was a visit to the furniture shop, where she got an ever-full, ever fresh cooling cupboard, warming cupboard and cooktop, all of which looked and worked like the non-magical Refrigerator, Stove and Microwave… all in stainless steel. Of course, she got other house products… dishes, tea pot, cookware, soap, wash clothes, garbage can to instantly banish anything that is put in it, toilet paper, a 2-in-1 washer and dryer, et cetera.
Then it was a jaunt to the Travel Shoppe for a new luggage, a travel card, protective jewelry and several other things that caught her fancy, including a portable Potions Lab, fully stocked.
Heather then home before visiting Gladrags to get some casual day ware.
Then she returned home and unpacked.
Then when she finished, as she sat on her armchair, it caught up with her. She had been trying to ignore what was done to her. What they stole from her. It worked for most of the night and day but now without distractions, she couldn't out run it. She couldn't dodge it. She couldn't forget it. She couldn't deny it.
She was a rape victim and nobody in the wizarding world cared.
