A/N: The first time this story was uploaded I, for some reason, said this part wasn't anything special but, I actually like this chapter. I'm so glad that Kitzune101 made me do this ^_^ I think this won't be the last story of mine to be rewritten.

ENJOY ^_^

BETRAYED

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Doing

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by Saeshmea

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Something startled Minerva in her sleep and she woke up trembling and panting. She grabbed her wand from under the pillow and whispered: "Lumos." The shy light at the end of the stick was enough to illuminate her bedroom and ensure her that nobody was there. "It was only a nightmare," she said to herself, although it all had been too real to have been nothing but a dream.

She undid the incantation and tried to go back to sleep, but when she closed her eyes she could see his red eyes staring at her, listen to his breathing in her mind, feel those large fingers touching her, his nails scratching her skin.

She jumped out of bed, lighted all the candles at once with a single gesture of her hands and crossed the room to stand in front of the large mirror. Without hesitation she unbuttoned her nightdress and turned around, sure that she would find the fresh marks of his torture but, nothing was there. No marks, no blood, no scars. "It was only a dream," she repeated to herself one more time, as if trying to convince her own mind of what seemed to be the obvious, while she scanned every inch of her body and traced the path she remembered his fingers had drawn on her skin, but she didn't feel sore and, apparently, she didn't have any reason to feel so.

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"Did you leave her in her bed?" Albus Dumbledore asked while watching the sun rise from the large window of his office.

"I did," Severus answered, looking at the back of his Headmaster, wondering what thoughts were on his mind at this very moment, "I used a cleaning spell to hide any evidences, too, and gave her a healing potion for the bruises and injuries…"

"Injuries?" the old wizard interrupted, turning around abruptly, showing his concern for the very first time during that night.

"Don't tell me you expected he'd be gentle with her?" Severus snapped with sarcasm, "she might have been the perfect choice for the Dark Lord to have his spring, but she's also your very right hand, a known member of the Order. Trust me, he took his time and had his fun," he said, wishing he had less decency so he could give the Headmaster every single detail of the state he found her after Lord Voldemort was done, just so he could really share the shame of what they'd done. Because yes, Dumbledore had taken the decision, but Severus had been the one to hand her, their friend and colleague, to the Dark Lord while he had stayed in his office, hopefully suffering just as much as he'd done while waiting to bring her back.

"Do you have the miscarrying potion?" the Headmaster asked after a long silence, wishing, just like Severus, to be over with it soon.

"Yes," the professor took out a phial from his pocket and handed it to Dumbledore, "don't let her see you pour it down," he warned and then he left the room not having anything else to say to the man.

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"Min, dear, are you alright?" Poppy Pomfrey asked her friend when she noticed her tired face as she joined them at the the teacher's table of the Great Hall.

"Yes, Minnie, you look awful" Rolanda Hooch pointed out from Poppy's left.

"Thanks," the Transfiguration Mistress replied with irony and a forced smile, "I just had the worst nightmare ever," she confessed.

"Really? Worse than the one about a Slytherin transfiguring you into a frog?" Hooch asked, that one-time dream having been long forgotten by Minerva.

"Yes," she answered serving herself some orange juice, "it was – it was worse than any nightmare, it felt, almost real."

"Merlin, Minerva, do tell us," Poppy said, "you obviously need to let it out."

"I don't know," she hesitated for a moment, but she did actually need to tell someone. Maybe if she said it out loud it would sound ridiculous enough to finally convince herself that it could be nothing else but the dream it was. "Alright," she said, and she made her friends move closer so she could whisper it, "I dreamt about You-Know-Who…"

"Who?" Rolanda asked.

"Voldemort," Minerva said raising her voice more than she wished, "I dreamt he was – I dreamt he raped me."

"What?" Poppy exclaimed.

"Oh, for Merlin's beards, Minerva, you really need a man!" Rolanda shouted, sitting back on her chair and grabbing a toast as if nothing had happened.

"Could you please save your bloody damn jokes, Ro. It was – It was scary. I woke up sweating, and panting. I didn't stop trembling until I got a shower. It all seemed so real…" Minerva explained, and as she went to take her glass, her hand shook again and Poppy noticed and held it.

"It's OK, Minerva, it was just a dream," she said, "you'll feel better after breakfast, you'll see."

"It'd never happened to me, having a dream like this…"

"Maybe it's because you'd never been this long without a man," Hooch spoke again and Minerva was going to reply when a hand on her shoulder startled her.

"Good morning, ladies," Dumbledore said, "I'm sorry, dear, did I scare you?"

"No, it's alright," she said with a smile, this one not forced at all.

"Are you alright?" he asked, and Minerva smiled, assuming he'd noticed her tired face, just like her friends, ignoring he knew more about her awful night than she did herself.

"I didn't sleep right, but I'm fine," she assured him.

"Good, let me pour you a nice glass of orange juice, it'll help you feel even better," he smiled, unaware that from the other side of the table Severus was watching his every move, amazed of how easy it was for the Headmaster to act in front of her as if he was guilty of nothing.

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A FEW WEEKS LATER

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"Hey, Min, tomorrow's the big game!" Rolanda exclaimed when she met her friend at the stairs, "It's the beginning of the season and we have a Gryffindor vs. Slitherin, are you ready for it?"

"I don't think I'll go," Minerva muttered weakly and Hooch opened her eyes widely. Minerva had never missed a Quidditch game that he had memory of, even less a Gryffindor one.

"What? Are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?"

"I think I must be getting a cold or something," the professor said, "I've feeling very dizzy this morning and I really just want to lay down."

"Have you gone to see Poppy?" Rolanda asked worried that this could be serious if Minerva was really considering not attending the game.

"If it's just a cold, I can handle it myself, Ro," she said.

"Yes, but, what if it's not?" Hooch asked.

"Don't worry, I'll see you at lunch time, alright? I really want to have a little nap before…" but she couldn't even finish her sentence, Minerva felt dizzy and before she could react she fainted. Luckily, Rolanda could grab her in time so she would fall down the stairs.

"You're definitely not OK," Rolanda stated, not sure that Minerva could listen, "I'm taking you to the hospital wing no matter what you say."

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"Can I please go?" Minerva asked to the school nurse after having been awake for two hours in the hospital wing, having missed lunch and dismissed one class.

"No," Poppy said while looking into some liquid in a vase through the light coming from the windows.

"I feel fine, now. I'm not going to faint again, I promise," she insisted like a little child.

"No," Poppy repeated and then muttered some incantation and the colour of the liquid changed.

"It's just a bloody cold, or maybe I didn't have enough breakfast," Minerva said, not enjoying being kidnapped in the hospital wing, "I'll take whatever potions you want me to take, but please, let me go. I have plenty of work to do."

"You don't have a cold, Minerva" Poppy said "neither have you the flu or anything that could be considered an illness."

"What?" now she was confused.

"Is there anything I should know, Minerva?"

"What? Why?"

"Because you're expecting a baby, dear," Pomfrey answered just as surprised as Minerva was, "you are pregnant."

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TO BE CONTINUED…