Aurelia awoke from her unconsciousness to find herself laid on a stone above-ground grave. She laid on her side in the foetal position, her eyelashes brushed against the rough stone when she blinked to focus her eyes. Her hands clasped just next to her face and gently resting on the engraved name of the poor soul that laid in rest beneath her body. The girls sore and watery eyes closed and opened softly. She had accepted her fate, she acknowledged her Hogwarts education was over, she recognised that she wasn't going to be helped by way of the Imperius Curse, and she if she honest with herself; she was stupid to think any different. Why would anybody who considered themselves a Deatheater and follower to Voldemort want to ease somebody else's impending torture. Once her eyes had adjusted to the background of her vision rather than the foreground, she discovered that she was not alone. Deatheaters encircled her in rows. She could not see anything other than cloaked figures and the blazes from fire torches. Her gaze became unfocused once more with the heavy weight of sadness as she rolled to her back and looked the opposite way only to be greeted by more shadows and dancing fire.
Voldemort walked towards Aurelia, her pale feet were laid relaxed and limp on the stone surface. He flexed his dirty and crooked hand and with outstretched fingers brushed the top of her left foot with the tips of his fore and middle fingers. His touch slowly moved from her foot to her leg and higher to her knees where the palm of his hand then encased her thigh.
Aurelia was torn from her deep state of woe and launched his hand into the air with one swift kick her legs. Her body flipped from laid on her back to upright ready to pounce and fight for her life. The Dark Lord succeeded in being one step ahead of her objections and met her violence with his own. Her arms were forced against her chest as he held on to her wrists with an iron grip, each face a reflection of the other and both sets of eyes ablaze with rage. The girl promptly spat in his face with a quick flick of her head.
Bellatrix flew from her post at the very front of the crowd, her wand collided with her daughter's temple and her bony hand grasped around her the girl's thin neck. Voldemort's eyes appeared to glisten with amusement, his tongue flicked along his lower lip and his jaw tilted closer to that of Aurelia's. A horse chortle came deep from within his throat, and he smiled as he looked from Aurelia to Bellatrix and back again, his eyes dropped to the girls clenched hands in his own, he pulled her left hand out from her chest to view her bare forearm, a pink imprint was left as he loosened his hand from around her wrist. Bellatrix's wand pushed harder into Aurelia's head, the girls jaw clenched with fear then her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths.
"Such pure skin" Voldemort spoke, his thick dry lips stretched over his stained teeth.
True her forearm was unscathed. But she bore scars from years of abuse on other areas of her body that nobody seemed to wonder how they came to be. If her mother had wanted to provide a pure and untouched body to the being she worshipped, how could she have chosen Aurelia as the best candidate, how could she be so blind. Aurelia's mind was beginning to be her own again, she was slowly starting to calculate how to endure what was about to happen. How to escape her fate. She knew she had to calm herself, she knew she had to comply, and most of all she knew she was better than this.
In amongst the crowd Lucius watched through the slits of his Deatheater mask. His stomach lurched as he watched the scene unfold. Behind him stood his wife Narcissa, she too watched on with a nauseated stomach. Her blue eyes appeared to tremble with the excess water that climbed across her vision.
In the centre of the circle Voldemort devoured every drop of fear and protest Aurelia emitted. Her screams echoed through the valleys and hills. Her body had been dragged along the coarse stone tomb she laid on until her buttocks sat on an edge, The Dark Lord had forced his way between her legs even though she continued to kick and flail. Thick thorny vines spawned from the ground beneath her and entwined around her neck and wrists, she was pinned to her place as they pierced into her skin. Voldemort clawed at her hips to keep her from twisting her body away from him.
When his body was poised above hers Voldemort forced the girls left arm up and into his grip once more, she whimpered and whined, Aurelias head was forced upwards, she could no longer see Voldemort, only those in the crowd behind her, the thorns at her neck and wrists burned into her skin as small crimson droplets began to seep from their invasive contact. Voldemort wrapped his jaws around the side of her wrists, his tongue slithered along the vine, the taste of her young blood salivated his mouth. It was clear to all who observed that he was in a sheer state of bliss, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he pressed his fingers into the skin of her forearm.
Aurelia's fingers contracted, her legs pulled up to her body and she screamed.
The scream that came from her mouth put silence upon the whooping crowd immediately.
Lucius knew the girls screams, his hunger for power craved them but this was unlike anything he had heard before, this was pain unlike anything he could have ever triggered in her. This was the sound of her spirit breaking, this was the sound of her soul shattered and the sound of the unmistakable parasitic sensation something foreign growing and pulsating between the thin layers of your skin.
Aurelia's body convulsed, congealed spit flew from her lips with her violent breaths, the sound of her cries and the stains of urine that soaked into the food end wall of the grave was her body's natural response to despair and torture.
Voldemort's grip curled around her arm, the thick snake and skull design that his followers bore on their left arm crawled from within the girl's body to reside just under her skin, his heart pounded in his chest as he watched her body contort under his power, his veins and manhood laced with the lust that coursed through his body. His heir was about to be conceived and as soon as his Dark Mark had settled under her skin, he violated her tiny body with his own.
The sight was wonderous to some but sickening to others. Narcissa was one of few who had to avert her eyes. She noticed that some spectators had removed their hood and masks to get a better look at the historical event that took place in the centre of them all, but others had bowed their heads to escape the horror. Although the vision of rape could be avoided the sounds could not be escaped. Narcissa's eyes fell to her husband who had pulled his hood over his eyes and held a hand over his face, she noticed his fingers trembled and his eyes paced about the floor as she stepped down the hill to be in front of him. She couldn't help but feel disgust bubble in her stomach, she questioned the very position she was in and why this girl seemed to make the loins of men burn, or why she was the object of their greed. Aurelia was a just a child and now on her 16th birthday she had her potential stolen and her life forced into that of a servant to The Dark Lord, but after all, isn't that what they all were. They were all forced to do his bidding, no matter the cost. Her poor Draco was an example, he was just a boy when he was summoned last year. Narcissa had the sense to keep her son from the gathering that night, she would endeavour to protect him to the best of her limited abilities no matter the consequences she might face in doing so.
Aurelia's body burned with the heat radiating from her arm, and the sensation of being split in two from down below. Her neck and head bent back with so much pressure she thought her head would explode. Her sight blinded by her salty tears and her blood oozed from her neck, wrists, from where the broken finger nails of Voldemort clawed into her skin that covered the bones of her hips and the tears of the most delicate skin where their two bodies where violently joined in that moment. She knew she was close to losing her consciousness, she wanted to die. She didn't want this to be her death, but she begged for it anyway.
Bellatrix pouted as she watched the man, she adored take her own daughter, she felt envious and hurled a Crutiatus Curse at Aurelia in a spectacular array of red light.
Aurelia's body arched, her toes curled, and her arms contracted into her body, shredding the skin at her wrists further. The girl passed out to the horse yells from Voldemort pounding his body into hers as he was spilled his seed inside of the girl.
The first to apparate from the crowd was Severus Snape, he had watched in silence and disguise at front of all the followers, he had completed his end of the deal, he had reluctantly delivered the girl and ensured she would conceive a boy by way of his powerful yet illegal potions, all that was needed was the sperm of the creator. Snape returned to Hogwarts in a violent rage, what he had done was not in his nature, but the power of Voldemort could not always be eluded.
Many people followed and fled the scene after being too afraid to be the first to leave. The Malfoys stood in their spot, Narcissa had vomited, she was in shock and Lucius wanted to have his Aurelia.
"Wife, leave. You're unfit to be here." Lucius Malfoy hissed at his wife. He left her side and strode his way down the muddy hill to the tomb where Aurelia laid sprawled and injured. Voldemort backed away from the girl and laughed, he twirled with his arms outstretched in pure joy. Bellatrix followed suit and cackled into the darkness. They were elated with the notion that The Dark Lord and their cause would be immortal, he would have a body to possess should his be taken again. Mrs Malfoy watched but left soon after Voldemort and her sister apparated from the area. Mr Malfoy continued to approach the girl but with caution.
He noticed her body was of such a womanly shape now, her breasts where enlarged and rounded, her hips were curved and her belly ever so slightly rounded, she was of childbearing age and she was thrown to the slaughter at the first instance. He should have known this would be what she would become, he should have known he couldn't keep her. All of a sudden, he felt a twinge of guilt for his actions, something he wasn't accustomed to feeling at all, he felt he owed it to her to give her what she wanted and as her eyes blinked open, he rested her with an Imperious Curse.