Aurelia's limbs shook with adrenaline, her movements through the water escalated erratically as she panicked about the amount of noise she was creating. Her wrists remained tied together and the lose end of the rope flailed about as she tried to keep her balance in the sticky mud of the bed of the lake. The dress she wore became heavier with the extra water it absorbed, the sky had turned dark and was getting darker. Her breath shot out as steam in front of her, her hair felt just as heavy as the dress with the weight of the rain. She very quickly ran out of energy as she approached a small dirt island in the middle of the lake. In the distance she could hear yells shrieks and whistles. Aurelia spun her head back around to carry on her efforts to escape the water. She was malnourished, cold, drenched, and tired and her arms and legs were not responding to her commands. She tripped over the long branches that sat in the water at the edge of the island, her dress was caught in the water behind her and she had no use of her hands to pull herself free. Aurelia was vocally crying and screaming, her feet were too numb to move. The water sloshed around her body, her hair dangled like vines into the dirty water. She was a few inches from the bank of the island, but she couldn't get herself free from the branches that entwined her. The rain had finally let up its relentless pelt.

Severus Snape watched Aurelia, just metres away. It was him who had cut the rope that linked her with her mother. His dark empty eyes watched the hill bank across the water for movement and there were still shouts and screams that echoed through the darkness from somewhere in the distance. He watched and willed the girl to pull herself from the water. He could easily reach her, but he couldn't risk being seen by the others.

Aurelia had stalled, she was lost in thought with her face just inches from drowning herself. She knew that Voldemort was the one who marked his most useful of followers, and she also knew that her mother had sold her supposed virginity, she laid in the lake and put the two scenarios together, her heart or what was left of it was truly broken, as well as her spirit and fight. A loud shrill from close by reawakened Aurelia from her deep state of self-pity, the water dripped off her hair and dropped back into the lake, the delicate plopping sound ringed in Aurelia's ears, she crawled her body forward and out of the water. The girl wobbled like a new born deer when she put her small amount of body weight onto her feet and walked with unsteady bent legs into the thick bushes. Each small noise made her jump and her eyes were wide with terror as she searched the environment around her for the Deatheaters that hunted her. The weight of the water that saturated her hair and dress made her legs weak, but she managed to crawl and crouch beneath the branches of a tree. Her body that was caked in mud and weeds from the lake violently trembled in the cold air.

Severus Snape stepped lightly towards the girl, his hands gripped onto each branch that he passed, he saw that she shivered uncontrollably and stared at the ground, he saw beads of water roll down her face and body. He was able to approach her without so much as a flinch from the girl. His slender leather shoes stepped closer to her, but she remained still, her breath shot from her mouth in quick successions.

Aurelia saw somebody come close to her from the corner of her left eye. Her head bounced up to see who had crouched down beside her. It was Snape, he held his forefinger to his lips and his eyes bore into her to listen to his warning. She was too tired to run any more, he placed the tip of his wand at the bunch of ropes at her wrists. She felt them loosen slightly but Snape's head snapped to his left and he apparated in a silent puff of black smoke in front of Aurelia. The girl quickly tried to get her hands free because she knew there was someone else close by.

Lucius Malfoy landed both his feet onto the ground littered thick with dry leaves and mud, he stumbled and slipped with every step, he knew Aurelia was near, he could smell her. He'd always had a deranged desire for her. He still attempted to curse the diary responsible for awakening this beast that was inside of him and that which he failed to gain control of, but he also liked what he was doing. His own sons' shortcomings had driven him to ruin, and there were many nights where he needed the sweet release that Aurelia used to give him when he was frustrated with the pressures of his high-profile life, a life that which he was no longer a part of. His long blonde hair was unkempt, his face was unshaven, and his veins were diluted with alcohol. His eyes widened when he saw a white shape buried amongst the branches, he had seen her. Lucius walked on with caution.

As Aurelia hid, the scene of chaos that ensued after her mother had ended the gathering and auction in the summer played over in her head, she internally questioned why her mother would do that when she was achieving such substantial amounts of money that night. The reason either involved an even larger amount of money or the opportunity to please her master... or both. Tears rolled down her dirtied face and she swallowed the mucus that had gathered at the back of her throat when her head fell back against the trunk of the tree. She was exasperated but too exhausted, mentally, and physically.

Lucius Malfoy was driven by lust and lust alone. He managed to creep up to the girl and around the back of the tree that she hid beneath. The nearest part of her he could reach was her hair.

He grabbed a handful of her raven and wet hair at the scalp, she screeched and her hands that were still tied together gripped on the strained wrist of Lucius Malfoy. He dragged her around the tree trunk, her body slid through the mud with ease and with his other hand he clamped her mouth shut under her chin. Lucius fell to his knees and knelt on her chest to keep her moving, he roughly unbuckled the belt of his trousers and threw himself on top of Aurelia. His black trousers quickly became soaked in the thick clay like mid. Aurelia pleaded for him to stop. She sobbed like a baby and kept her eyes clamped shut, she tried to use her hands and knees to push against his chest, but her knees were roughly thrown apart. Aurelia continued to scream and kick at Lucius, but her tired body was overpowered. The rough skin of his lips scratched at her forehead and she focused on the beat of his wild pulse that rippled the stubbled skin of his neck.

Although it felt glorious to Lucius that he could still exert his prowess over Aurelia, he realised that he could achieve something even higher. Recognition from The Dark Lord once more, if he was the one who found her and returned her, he would be highly rewarded. Although his penis throbbed and painfully ached when against her and only separated by his thin and damp undergarments, he stopped. He lifted her from the floor by the ropes at her wrists. She dangled momentarily, thick brown mud spread up the back of her from her buttocks and into her hair. She sobbed uncontrollably. Lucius had to rid himself of the evidence of foul play on his trousers. He decided that the only option was to walk through the lake to wash the mud from his knees. He placed a Stupefy spell over Aurelia, and she fell limp in his arms. He held her body pressed to himself while he adjusted his trousers and closed his belt buckle awkwardly with one hand. The tightness of the fabric was frustrating, and he was profoundly tempted to continue with his desires, but the notion of his power and glory being restored was too important to wait any longer. He raised his left sleeve and brushed his fingers down his dark mark. He felt the burn ripple through his skin and scooped the girl into his arms, just like when she was a child.