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A side note - there is NO actual assault in this chapter, however, there is a brief scene of attempted assault, if you are extremely sensitive about such topics, you may want to skip to the bottom of the chapter. Again, the scene is brief and no actual assault occurs.
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As the sickening waves of gushing warmth began to roll rhythmically over Harriet while Elion guided her down the hallway, she realized to her horror, what was happening.
Harriet had only been through one heat before.
After the agonizing experience had ended, she had started taking her pills, and hadn't had to worry about repeating that misery since.
She shot Elion an accusatory glare as she gasped for breath.
Harriet felt the place between her legs dampen and as they made it to her door, Elion clenched his jaw.
The evil alpha had no trouble detecting the omega's….plight~.
Regardless of the temptation that Harriet's condition brought, Elion forced himself to maintain his composure until the proper moment.
Why spoil his own fun?
"T-thanks…." Harriet murmured to the alpha beside her.
She became uncomfortably aware of how tender her breasts felt against the confines of her bodice and how closely Elion was standing next to her.
Harriet wanted to run inside her rooms, compile a makeshift nest, and lay down.
She wasn't certain that Elion was to blame yet, but she definitely knew that she wanted him to go away and leave her alone.
"It's no trouble, Miss Potter~." Elion purred, "Please…..let me help you get comfortable, you really don't look well at all."
"That's alright….I can manage….on my own." Harriet gasped dryly.
She hurriedly shoved a hand into the hidden side pocket of her dress and searched around for the key to her door.
Elion's voice was a lofty, self-assured growl as he sneered, "Really, Miss Potter, I insist~."
Harriet scowled as Elion stretched out his hand and used a nonverbal spell to open her door.
Elion grabbed Harriet by her arm and hastily pushed her inside of her rooms, closed the wooden barrier behind them, and locked it tight.
Harriet had had enough.
She had tried her very best to remain polite, but Elion had gone too far.
Harriet narrowed her green eyes at the tall alpha in front of her, just because she was in heat didn't mean she was a senseless animal that would allow anyone to claim her.
"Thank you, Mr. Dacre, but I told you that I can manage on my own." Harriet said with an uncharacteristic edge to her voice, "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
Harriet wasn't afraid.
She wasn't afraid until she heard footsteps come from the unlit, narrow hallway that led back to her bedroom.
Harriet turned towards the noise and her eyes widened as all four of Elion's Slytherin friends stepped out into her small living room and glared at her menacingly.
"Well, I'm very sorry, Miss Potter~, but I've already decided that I'd rather stay." Elion replied with a predatory smirk.
Still out of breath, Harriet quickly pulled out her wand but Elion rushed forward before she could use it. In a violent scuffle, Elion managed to wrestle Harriet's wand from her grasp and send it clattering to the floor….
Harriet attempted to scream, but it was too late.
Hands covered her mouth, hands groped at her sore breasts, painfully squeezing her aching body, hands lifted her off the ground and carried her back to her bedroom.
Harriet kicked and flailed and struggled while each of Elion's four friends grabbed one of her limbs and held her down, flat on her back, over her own mattress.
As Elion Dacre looked down at Harriet and sneered triumphantly, she couldn't remember a time when she had felt more powerless, not even when she had faced the Dark Lord.
Harriet had been outnumbered then too, but she had been on her feet, with her wand out, ready to defend herself.
At least Voldemort had given her a fighting chance…...
Elion wasn't even that fair.
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Severus surmised that in Harriet's current state, she would most likely retreat to the safety and seclusion of her chambers, so that was the place where he decided to begin his search.
He whirled down the hallway and whizzed through the air until he came to her locked door.
Severus saw no light coming from the gap between the wood and the floor, but that didn't assuage his speculative suspicion.
Faced with no obvious signs of occupancy, instead of wasting time knocking, Severus opened the door with a flick of his wand and silently glided into Harriet's chambers.
The living room was black and empty.
Severus nearly turned around and left when he saw the black emptiness of Harriet's vacant living room, but he could smell the scent of Harriet's heat so intensely that it was maddening.
She had to be close by…..
He narrowed his eyes when he took a step towards the sofa and accidentally kicked something with his foot that rolled noisily across the stone floor.
In the dark, Severus watched the moving object slowly come to a stop.
When it stilled, Severus retrieved it and examined the item closely.
Shock and fear clouded his pale face when he saw that he was holding Harriet's wand in his hand.
With a low, protective growl issuing from his throat, Severus hurriedly checked the coat closet and the lavatory before he charged down the hallway.
He saw it…..and it made him double his speed, that faint light coming from underneath the bedroom door.
Severus may have believed that Harriet had chosen to peacefully nest in her bed had he not seen her wand so carelessly discarded.
The most lackadaisical witch or wizard didn't toss their wand in the middle of the floor before they retired, no matter how ill or incapacitated they became.
As Severus approached the bedroom, he snarled when he heard motion from behind the door.
His long, elegant hand reached out, and he forced open the heavy piece of wood so quickly that it caused a sudden gust of air to blow past like a vengeful wind.
When he burst into Harriet's bedroom, Severus gasped at the scene in front of him.
Harriet was there.
Elion was there.
They were all there.
"Severus! Please…..!" Harriet cried from her bed as the hand that was held over her mouth faltered for a moment from its owner's shock at the headmaster's sudden appearance.
Two boys clasped Harriet's arms down on the bed, stretched out to either of her sides, away from her torso. Two others had pushed her beautiful dress up and exposed her creamy legs, which they clutched in their grubby hands to spread her thighs wide.
And there, in front of her, was Elion Dacre, the Slytherin house prefect, in the process of calmly disrobing himself.
The four boys and Elion all looked up at Severus like startled raccoons as he stood there in the doorway with a look of pure hatred on his face.
The first thing that Severus felt was anger, the second thing he felt was relief.
He had come to Harriet's rescue in time!
Elion had only gotten down to his chest in his quest to strip himself bare.
Harriet remained undefiled, but in Severus's eyes, that did not absolve Elion and his friends from their crime.
In a different way, Severus had been assaulted and humiliated when he was only a few years younger than Harriet.
It didn't matter that Severus's torment had been at the hands of Harriet's own father, it wasn't the girl's fault.
The abuse that Severus had endured left him with such disturbing memories though that his hand trembled as he raised his wand and shouted, "LEVICORPUS!"
Harriet didn't know that the spell could lift more than one person at a time. At that moment, she didn't care either, she was only grateful to watch her attackers thrown off of her and smashed against the stone ceiling above.
Groans issued from all five of the Slytherin boys' throats while Severus unhooked his cloak from the back of his robes and threw it over Harriet in an attempt to preserve what little modesty she had left after her assailants had spread her legs and snagged her dress with their pawing.
Severus was so enraged that he kept the malicious students suspended in the air over him, slinging them all along while he stalked out of Harriet's bedroom and back down the hallway to leave her quarters entirely.
As adrenaline-amplified hormones flooded her system, Harriet wrapped herself in Severus's cloak, straightened her dress as best she could, and fled from her chambers as well.
She was so startled that she didn't know quite what to do, she only knew where she needed to be.
She needed to be somewhere that she felt safe and that place was no longer her room at Hogwarts.
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Severus didn't take any special measures to be gentle as he floated the five Slytherins down the stone corridor. He purposefully let them scrape across the rough edges of the walls at various points and painfully crash into objects.
Elion and his friends expected to be taken to the headmaster's office, but Severus had other plans.
While the entire school was still busy enjoying the ball, Severus walked out of the castle with his wand still held high, and his five prisoners firmly in his custody.
Severus strolled along outside until he came to the very edge of Hogwarts' property and then he finally lowered his wand down in one swift motion. He watched coldly as the hateful young men tumbled to the ground with loud groans.
While the boys dusted themselves off, Severus summoned their parents by rolling up his sleeve and placing the tip of his wand against the dreaded mark that he had come to despise so desperately.
The skull and snake on Severus's forearm lit up briefly, and not more than ten minutes later, five men appeared in the distance, walking towards Severus and his captured students.
Elion frowned and the other four boys paled as they realized that their fathers had arrived.
Severus stood calmly with his arms at his sides as he addressed each of the men who approached, "Avanal, Mercer, Vesper, Vermwell…...and…..Dacre. How responsive of you all to have come so quickly."
"What's the meaning of this, Severus?" Elion's father, Archichat Dacre, barked.
The other men all chimed in at once.
"Yes! What is the meaning of this?"
"I was nearly asleep!"
"Is my son hurt?"
"What's happened?!"
Severus held up a hand to quiet them all and his black eyes flickered over to the five Hogwarts students next to him as he drawled, "I've called you all here tonight so that you may take your sons home. They're all expelled, effective immediately. I'll have Mr. Filch send their belongings in the morning."
That statement drew an even bigger outcry from the fathers.
"Home?!"
"EXPELLED?!"
"For what?!"
"My darling boy would never do anything to get expelled from Hogwarts!"
Elion's father, Archichat, said nothing in protest. After he shot his son a dangerous glare, he asked Severus directly, "May I at least ask what the charges are? Do you have evidence of my heir's supposed crime?"
Severus stared back into the icy blue eyes of Elion's father as he replied, "I'd be glad to show you my own memories, if his fail to suffice…...Dacre."
"My son is an excellent student and a Slytherin house prefect!" Archichat spat furiously, "Excuse him for whatever rabble-rousing he's partaken in, Severus! The war is over…..Dumbledore is gone….You don't have to do this! He and our family have been nothing but wonderful to this school…..Forgive my son! You owe us that gift!"
"You're right." Severus glowered at Archichat as he raised an eyebrow at the man in front of him, "The war is over and Dumbledore is gone….Now I am in charge of this institution and I will not tolerate abuse in any capacity. Tonight, your son attempted to brutally assault a member of our staff and…" Severus glanced behind Archichat at the other fathers, "His friends were all too eager to assist him. I will not condone that kind of behavior at Hogwarts as long as I remain headmaster….Tell me….Archichat, these boys are all at least seventeen years of age…...So then, are they not considered legal adults in the eyes of the Ministry?"
"Yes, they are…" Archichat nodded warily.
"Then consider it my gift to all of you that I haven't had them arrested and put on trial. Attempted gang rape would most likely earn them all a sentence to Azkaban." Severus growled at the five men he faced.
Severus made eye contact with every father and every student in front of him, giving each one a glare of ominous warning, before he turned around and made his way back up the hill towards the castle.
Elion's friends and their fathers were distraught and dismayed as they each slowly apparated back to their respective homes.
Once they stood there in the clearing alone, Archichat smacked Elion in the back of the head and snarled at his son, "You great disappointment! How could you do something so stupid?!"
"I'm sorry, Father!" Elion cried with narrowed eyes as he rubbed the tender spot on the back of his skull.
Archichat had deliberately let his hand fall where he knew his son's hair was the thinnest so his blow would be felt to the greatest degree, "I told you to render her unconscious first! You could have had her out in the hallway for a moment and no one would have been the wiser! Why do you always have to be so dramatic?!"
"I'm sorry!" Elion repeated with his teeth gnashed.
"Sorry doesn't excuse your sloppy mistake." Archivist sniffed haughtily, "You didn't listen to me and now you've paid the price! Did you think my suggestion wouldn't work? Was that why you doubted my wisdom? Honestly….how do you think I acquired your mother?"
While Elion's father berated him, Elion turned his eyes onto Severus's receding figure and loathing bloomed in his dark heart.
It was all Severus Snape's fault.
If Severus Snape hadn't interfered, if Severus Snape hadn't been so protective of Harriet Potter, then he wouldn't be standing in the clearing, listening to his father's abusive rant.
The war was over and it had been lost.
Elion decided that Voldemort's defeat was ultimately Severus Snape's fault as well and that was the real offense.
The despicable alpha agreed with the headmaster on one issue, offenses shouldn't go unpunished~.
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Severus tried to put the boys out of his mind as he entered the castle and marched towards his office.
He had done what needed to be done and of that, he was proud, but he still couldn't let go of how furious he was that such a thing had even happened in the castle under his watch.
His pulse quickened when he thought of Harriet's sweet scent. If she hadn't been in heat, he would have gone to check on her, but his presence would place her in too great a predicament.
No, it was better for Severus to return to his office and find something to work on for a while until his blinding fury subsided and he calmed down a bit.
When he reached his destination, he placed the key in the lock and opened his office door.
As soon as the heavy piece of wood swung open, it hit him squarely in the face, that frighteningly delightful, impossibly sweet scent.
It was Harriet's smell, heightened and intensified by the hormones that coursed through her veins.
Severus's black eyes widened as he looked over and spied the tail end of his own cloak poking out from behind his desk.
He shut the door behind him and slowly walked towards it.
His body felt as heavy as lead.
Severus stepped behind his desk, bent down, and furrowed his brow at what he saw.
There, under his desk, wrapped up in his cloak to use it as a temporary nest, sat Harriet, flushed with want, panting for breath, as her pink cheeks betrayed her want.
Harriet had settled into the place where she felt safe.
"Se…..Severus….." Harriet gasped.
Severus used the last bit of his ironlike willpower to open his desk drawer beside her and take out a small vial.
He still had some of that potion left over that he had spent those two terrible days brewing some weeks ago. It worked better on alphas in ruts than omegas in heat, but it would do the job that Harriet required for the time being.
Severus knelt down to her and offered the potion to her as he urged, with an uncommon roughness in his otherwise velvety smooth voice, "...Drink….Drink and your suffering will end."
Harriet gazed into Severus's black eyes and he struggled not to go feral amidst the storm of pheromones with which she silently assaulted him. He held his resolve while she taunted him with her pinkened cheeks and her supple, heaving breasts.
Severus would not touch what wasn't his.
He chose to be a gentleman, he gave her a way out.
Severus tried to, anyway, but Harriet refused.
He blinked when she knocked the glass vial out of his hand, grabbed him by his collar, and pulled him towards her until their lips met.
Severus fell forward and his hands collided against the cold stone on the floor, but he gladly welcomed the omega's kiss and returned it with one of his own….