Ginny Weasley Point of View
After countless detentions for Dumbledore Army stuff, I was on indefinite detention in the Headmaster's office. Every day after dinner, I would head up to Professor Snape's office. There was a task or two to do, and once I finished with those I was able to focus on my school work. I was up there till 10 pm each night. The tasks weren't that bad; some filing, writing letters for him, and keeping the office clean.
I wasn't as scared of him as one might think. See, Harry had told me about going after Snape and the other Death Eaters after Dumbledore had been killed and the one thing that never made any sense to me was that Harry said Snape mocked him for not using wordless magic as they battled. Who gives away their upper hand in a battle? There was no logic to it.
But everything changed one evening. I was heading to Snape's office when Amycus Carrow cornered me. "Miss Weasley, you're a bit far from your house tower."
"I'm on my way to detention with the Headmaster," I offered.
"Detentions are for me to administer," he stated.
He liked having me in detention, but I could also tell that it drove him mental that nothing he did would stop me from doing the things Neville, Luna, and I did.
"You're coming with me." He grabbed my arm and started to lead me away.
"But the Headmaster is expecting me."
"Don't worry; he'll know you were punished properly." His words sent a chill down my spine. "I have something new I want to try." He was too excited and I was truly scared as he shoved me into an empty classroom. Before I had a chance to react, I was in some type of body bind. My top was ripped from my body, leaving me in my bra and skirt. "I need you to not be afraid to tell me every detail of what you're feeling." He raised his wand, never saying a word, and pointed it at my back. The skin on my back was then being peeled off in thin srtips.
I didn't want to make a sound. I already knew this man got off on causing pain, but the pain was ten times worse than The Cruciatus Curse! I screamed out in pain; I couldn't help myself. I could feel both the strip still attached but hanging down, and the blood spilling out as well.
"That looks so pretty," he commented. "Let's see if it's better the other way." This time, the strip was across my back instead of up and down. The skin peeling off of my back at my spine was the worst. "Beautiful," he whispered. "Let's see what it's like in some more sensitive places!" His meaning was clear.
"That will be enough!" barked Snape from the doorway. I don't think I was ever more relieved to see anyone, EVER. "Our students are not here for your demented pleasure," he spat at Amycus. "Get out and stay in your quarters till morning!" Carrow quickly left the room.
I was still in a body bind with no top on. Tears were pouring down my cheeks from the pain.
"Reparo." Snape held out my shirt. "Cover yourself," he ordered.
"I can't move!" I cried.
Snape removed the body bind and then handed me my top. "Cover yourself, but leave the top loose." He was almost polite. "I can repair the rest of the damage in my office. Why were you late?" he sneered.
I was trembling from the pain and fought to do up the buttons. "I was going to be on time. I- I was on my way when he stopped me. I'm sorry, sir." I'm not sure why I added the last bit.
He nodded. "Can you make it to my office?"
"I think so," I whispered. I was thankful that we didn't run into anyone. Once there, with a wave of his hand, his desk was cleared off and Snape stepped through the door that connected his office to his personal quarters. He returned with a couple of towels and what looked like a tshirt.
He then walked over to the side and poured two glasses of Firewhiskey, handing me one as he spoke, "That's very dark magic. I doubt Pomfrey could handle it. Drink." I did as ordered. "I, however, have more skill. I don't take any pleasure in this," he explained. "I'm going to grab a couple of other things. While I'm gone, remove your top and, if possible, your bra, cover yourself with a towel, and lay on the desk on your stomach. If you can't reach the bra due to pain, I can do that for you."
I did as I was told. Lucky for me, the bra opened in the front. I trembled as I got prepared.
When he returned, he had a number of bottles. "Miss Weasley, this will hurt. I can't give you anything for the pain because I need to see that the nerves are working correctly. Forgive me."
"Would you mind placing a muffling charm on the room sir? I…"
"Damn Weasley pride," he muttered, but complied with my request.
It was a slow process, and at some point I passed out from the pain. I was slow to wake, but I heard voices when I came around.
"Severus, if something happened to her, its effects for Harry could be similar to the reasons you changed sides. You must find a way to keep her safe." After a minute or two, the voice spoke again, "She's waking now."
Snape came over to me. "I have treated it, but it will need some after care. This," he showed me a bottle, "needs to be applied daily for the next week. I can do it or you could ask a friend."
"I- I don't want others to know what happened." I slowly rose, holding the towel tight to my body.
"Fine, it will be done during your daily detentions with me," Snape explained. "Now, for the next couple of days, don't wear the bra; it could cause issues. I will excuse you from class until it's healed." He reached over and handed me the black tshirt.
"Thank you, sir, for your kindness," I whispered. His eyebrow shot up.
"Don't allow him to corner you again. I can't always rescue you," he warned.
Shortly after, I figured out he was protecting me. It didn't take long to also figure out he was still on our side.
I was in Snape's office when he was 'called away,' and still there when he returned. I have never seen him look worse; clearly, this meeting was no tea party. I had to help him to his room and bed. "What happened?" I asked.
He shook his head.
"I'm going to get you some water." I walked into his bathroom. Everything was perfectly in its place. I pour the water, then return. "Please sir, tell me," I said as I helped him drink it.
"It's my cross to bear."
"Sir, you have no one who knows the truth but me and a dumb portrait."
"You're only a child!" he snapped.
"Please don't give me that crap! What the hell is going on?" I demanded.
Whatever had happened had worn him down. "Amycus is sick in the sickest way. He wants you, Ginny; he wants you badly. I had to do something to keep you protected. I asked the Dark Lord if he would allow me to keep the prize safe that I wanted to claim once the war is over. I claimed I want you as my prize. None of the others will be allowed to touch you now, but the Dark Lord looked into my mind. He expected to see you there in an intimate way."
I felt my eyes grow big. "He punished you because I wasn't in your mind that way?"
"I tried to claim I wanted you pure."
I did the math. "Death Eaters don't care about virgins and wedding nights! How long will you need to recover from your punishment?"
"I hope to be alright in the morning." He was still breathless.
"I could stay, in case you need anything," I offered. I thought maybe seeing me care for him would help the next time Tom looked into Snape's mind.
"No, go to your dorm. Thank you, Miss Weasley."
I nodded and turned to leave, but stopped. "Sir, thank you. Thank you for protecting me."
That night, I lay awake most of the night thinking about Professor Snape. How he had to feel having no one he could truly trust. How having people he had to have trusted at some point wanting to kill him now. How hard that had to make living. As I thought about him, I also realised that the Dark Lord needed to see me in Snape's mind in a carnal way; otherwise, he would be punished again. I was sure Snape was trying to figure out a way around that, but I was sure short of Polyjuice potion and there was no way around that. And who could be trusted to fuck him as someone else and not ever tell a soul?