Themes of Rape and Sexual Assault so if this triggers you do not read!

Violence and occasional swearing also.

My father abandoned me when I was an infant, the only family I had ever known was my aunty, who raised me when my father was incarcerated in azkaban for his crimes during the war. Then she passed away and I was abandoned once more, this time I was left in the care of the Malfoys and have been living there since I was eleven.

I was about to find out why.

With my Extendable Ear, I pressed it against the door and listened in to the meeting going on behind it.

'Now that the important issues have been discussed,' came Voldemort's cold voice from behind the door, always making me shiver 'We have concerns to deal with, Harold Morris.'

My father?

'He has been most elusive, and thwarted attempts on his life,' he paused 'we have been seeking his death due to Lucius's wishes, for the blackmail of his 'dark past' in return for sheltering his daughter.' he continued 'Until Harold is found, and killed, only then will we deal with the girl.'

'My Lord,' came Snape's voice, which I wasn't surprised to hear 'What do you plan on doing with her once he is caught?'

Another pause ensued, one in which my nerves lit up 'Perhaps,' he began 'perhaps Fenrir could make good use of her.'

No way! I was going to be given to Greyback!

A growl emitted from the ear, one that had my skin crawling.

A pause from within the room arose, at the sound of sniffing from around them 'Fenrir?' before I knew it, I was on my backside as the door was wrenched open, and a large shoe stomped on my Extendable Ear. That was the least of my worries, now, a hulking great werewolf was sneering down at me, but his gaze wasn't on my face. In reaction, I pulled down my nightie, having realised my lower half was exposed to the dirty great brute, and his eyes were wide with glee.

He lunged at me, his fingers curled around my hair and pulled me up off my feet briefly, I could feel his filthy nails digging into my scalp. I couldn't help but to feel exposed as my robe slid to my feet, all the Death Eater's leering eyes on me, although Snape seemed to be doing his best to keep his averted.

'We have a lurker.' sneered Greyback, the stench of him foul in my nose as he forced me to face the entirety of the room.

'Ah, Miss Morris,' said Voldemort in a forced tone of affection 'I assume you heard the words I spoke. Of course. Do not worry, child, we do not plan on giving you to Fenrir just yet. You are safe, for now, to continue staying in this house.'

'I-I'm s-so sorry, Lord Voldemort, I-I was just-'

'Apologies are not required, your words matter not, your fate is already sealed.' several Death Eaters chuckled darkly as I struggled against Greyback's hold.

'Fenrir, take the child to her room and make sure she stays there.'

'With pleasure.' snarled Greyback

'My Lord, if I might,' said Snape as I was forced to the exit as he murmured something to Voldemort

'But of course,' said Voldemort 'on second thought, Severus shall escort the girl to her room, Fenrir we may need you here.'

Greyback growled unpleasantly, and I yelped as I was thrown to the floor in a heap.

'Think yourself lucky.' the werewolf snarled, and I looked with offence as he grabbed up my robe, and walked back inside the room with it.

'Dirty great brute.' I snapped as I rose to my feet, once the door was closed firmly behind him 'how dare he lay his hands on me.' I curled my arms around one another in a self soothing hug, Snape could see I was shaking.

'Be grateful you are not worse off.' said Snape firmly, but I watched as he pulled something out from under his robes 'Take a calming draught.'

'You just carry potions around in your robes?' I asked, but took it after he glared 'Thank you. And, thank you, for coming to my aid, Professor.'

Snape nodded once 'I trust you will go straight to your room, Morris?'

'Yes, of course, Professor.'

'Then I need not escort you upstairs.'

Snape turned and re-entered the dining room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

I drank down the potion, and left the phial near the door, deciding against Snape's orders to get myself a butterbeer, I needed something strong after being touched by Fenrir Greyback, the great lumbering oaf.

Of course the only one who seemed to give a damn was Snape, if it weren't for him!

Shuddering, I entered the kitchen and rummaged for a bottle of butterbeer.

'There we go.' I smiled and uncorked it, swigging it back in gulps, however, I gasped and dropped the bottle at the appearance of a familiar face.

'Well, well, well,' he murmured 'isn't this a treat.'

Instinctively I reached for my wand, and disdain overcame me as I remembered leaving it in my room.

'I'm ordered down here like a slave to fetch more wine, as if they couldn't just summon it.' he growled 'And I find myself reuniting with a pretty little girl.'

'I-I was just leaving.'

I backed away as he neared 'Why not stay for a stronger drink?' he said, holding the wine bottle in his hand 'don't be shy, baby, come on now.'

'Take the hint, asshole.' I growled 'leave me alone!'

'Bit of a potty mouth, aren't you,' Greyback tutted, and I backed up as he aimed his wand at me 'now, I suggest you do as I say, or I might have to do something drastic, and I really don't want to.'

I froze up as he neared me, his big fingers clasped my jaw 'Besides, I have other uses for you.' he opened my mouth gently, and smirked widely.

'Fenrir?'

'Fenrir, are you still down he-' Greyback was adjusting his pants as Snape walked in

'Ah, Snape,' said Greyback 'I'm done here.'

Snape glowered at Greyback as the werewolf passed by him with a grin, and the potions master moved towards me and lowered to heightened knee as I coughed up a white substance.

'Morris?' he asked in a surprisingly gentle tone

'I-I need-need to get this-this stuff off me.' I wept, feeling gross and sticky.

Snape helped me onto my feet, looking disgusted at the sight of me.

I moved towards the sink and began to wash it off vigorously, but I couldn't get it off my nightie.

Snape watched as I broke down, crying into the sink.

I wiped my eyes with my hands as I turned back to Snape, who remained unmoving, unspeaking the whole time.

'Come.' he turned and I followed him out of the kitchen,

'Having a turn, Snape?' I froze as Greyback's voice came from the hall and hid behind him, Snape shot the werewolf a death stare.

'Return to the meeting, the Dark Lord is waiting.'

I noticed something in the werewolf's hand, my robe, he lifted it to his nose and inhaled deeply as we made our way up the stairs, that dirty dog!

I paused in closing the door to my room behind me 'Sir...' I squeaked 'p-please don't tell anyone.'

Snape nodded once, turned and walked back down the hall.

Once the door was shut I broke down and cried once more.