A/N: To be honest, I'm a little worried about this chapter. Ever since I wrote it a few weeks ago, I've been contemplating simply not doing it, but I couldn't come up with another idea so...here we go. I hope you guys like this though. And please, take heed of the warning.

WARNING: The following chapter will contain RAPE. While this will not be detailed intricately, there will be some mention of this act. If you are uncomfortable with reading such things, it is advised that you refrain from continuing past the part marked with (W). Continuing past that mark will be at your own discretion, and while it plays a part in the plot, the actual act will not make up a large part of this chapter. You have been warned.

Chapter Eleven-- Ill Fated Actions

Soft snowflakes drifted down from the stormy heavens, giving a little bit of wonderland to the world. Harry gave a soft smile as he tipped his head back and felt their touch along his skin. He had always loved winter. It was full of stark contrasts, yet everything always found a way to meld together, making for a beautiful landscape during the time of both death and rebirth. It always made him laugh when people spoke of winter as if it were a Queen with an icy demeanour.

Mere glared at him and pulled her cloak tighter around her. "How can you possibly smile? It's freezing!"

"Honestly, Mere, this is like a cool breeze."

She frowned. "No, it's not. I'm fucking freezing!"

"No you're not." Darren smirked at her.

"I am too!"

"You don't have goose bumps yet."

"Stop staring at my skin!"

Harry laughed as Mere lunged and Darren skipped a few steps away. They had somehow managed to survive their first week and a half at Hogwarts, with only minimal problems. Minimal meaning that only fourty seven students had ended up with detention every night, and only one Gryffindor had ended up with a broken nose and a rather painfully swollen black eye. Surprisingly it hadn't been Daniel, but Ron. Daniel had learned fast that anyone from Durmstrang had a large arsenal of painful hexes and were likely to cast first and ask questions later. Ron was simply pig headed and, in Harry's opinion, rather stupid to boot.

Marci had been kept on her feet with the constant ebb and flow of hexed, jinxed or cursed students. The Hufflepuff's had warily allowed her to let members of other Houses in so they could be treated and an easy camaraderie had sprung up between them all.

Harry had been given a personal detention, which he had refused to attend, with Dumbledore after the altercation with Ron. It didn't matter how many times he told the red headed idiot, he kept on attacking him. It was strange that all the attacks ended up with Harry pressed up against a wall. But he wasn't stupid. He knew that Ron Weasley was out for Hermione Granger, so he wasn't interested in Harry that way. But still, it worried him a little. Particularly with everyone seeming to think that Harry and Hermione's friendship was something more, which had caused more than one fight, both with Gryffindor's and with Tom.

His mate was endlessly jealous due to his own belief that Harry was a walking sex bomb. He was probably biased and Harry had told him that he hadn't even thought of anyone in any other way than platonic since their bonding. Which was true, he really hadn't, despite teenage hormones and all. No, everything was directed towards Tom and Tom only, it always had been.

Grinning as his closest friends pushed and shoved each other, he turned to Marci who walked quietly beside him. "Something wrong?"

She looked up at him, pale gold eyes framed by dark lashes that blinked the snow away. "No, not really. Just wondering when all this dancing around will come to a point."

"Hmm. I suppose that maybe we should choose you a fifth year to train?"

Marci grinned at him. "Oh, I've already chosen one. He's in Slytherin, but he has a tender touch. Not quite a Healer, but close…ish."

He smirked and looped an arm around her shoulders, leaning down and whispering in her ear, "Has our little Healer found her mate…"

She squeaked and shoved him away, a blush rising as she whispered furiously, "You nasty little…why, I ought to…stop laughing at me!"

Harry couldn't help it. He laughed freely, letting it bubble up and out of him, releasing a week and a half's worth of tension. Looking around the quaint little Wizarding town of Hogsmeade, he ignored the Hogwarts students in favour of shops. He spied one in particular that would help further the easing of tension.

"Hey, Dazza!"

Darren spun around from where he had been taunting Mere. "Yup?"

"There's a joke shop here, Zonko's." Harry pointed down the street at a store with a brightly lit up front.

"Oh, goody. I need new stuff to terrorise the wittle wions!"

"Oh god. Harry, we've created a monster!" Mere mocked a faint, falling into Harry's outstretched arms before he copied her. They ended up in the cold snow, laughing merrily at the world.

Walking down the street, Harry frowned at the feeling of being watched, but put it down as nothing more than other students. Looking up at the swinging sign, he almost laughed. Zonko's Wizarding Joke Shop, a part of the WWW Corporation was sprawled across the faded wood.

A bell tingled above the door as they entered and a warm blast of air had a rosy colour flushing their cheeks. Colourful bits and pieces lined the walls, laughter filling the air as students moved about, perusing the products on display. Harry grinned at it all, knowing the effects of more than a few of those products. Marci moved over and stared down at a cage full of tiny balls of fluff, all of them coloured different shades of pink and purple. Mere was cocking her head to the side, sniffing delicately at the air. Harry recognised the action and smiled inwardly.

"What the hell are those?" Darren sneered down at the fluff balls, mentally dismissing them as nothing more than coloured dust bunnies. Until, of course, they moved about and squeaked.

Harry laughed at the look of shock on his friends face. "Honestly, Daz, do you really think a wizard would be interested in dust bunnies?"

"A witch, really," Said a bright voice from behind him.

"But I suppose you fit the bill well enough," Laughed its twin.

Spinning around the four were greeted with two nearly identical twins. Well, identical to his three companions, but Harry knew that one had more freckles than the other.

Mere was staring at the pair, her nose twitching as they explained to Darren the uses and characteristics of a well trained 'Pygmy Puff'. Harry poked her, before whispering in her ear, "What's wrong?"

She spared him a glance. "One of them is my mate," She said in soft French. "But I can't tell them apart and their scents are so…"

"Alike?" He replied in French. He shook his head and pointed the two out. "The one on the left is Fred, he has smaller and fewer freckles. The other is George."

Before Mere could reply the twins turned to Harry and grabbed an arm each, leading him out the back. "Harry, dear friend!"

"We heard you were visiting Hogwarts--."

"And we though we'd be able to send you a gift or two."

"Purely for pleasure, of course."

"But instead we get you, coming to our little shop!"

Harry blinked at them, before shaking his head. "If you'd told me that there was gonna be a shop here in Hogsmeade I would've stayed clear away!"

"Now, now. We can't have you running away." George grinned at him.

Fred pushed him into a chair. "After all, you own part of the company and you're our best guinea pig. Here, try this." He thrust a pink lolly in front of Harry, who promptly shrank back.

"No thanks."

Realising that Harry had no clear way of getting out of his situation, Marci cleared her throat. "May I ask what is the name of your business? It can't be Zonko's, because a wizard owns this store."

"True, true. We let old Zonko run this place, he was going under you see."

"We merely did him a favour!"

Fred gave a silently blinking Mere a smirk. "We, Gred and Forge, are the proud owners of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes!"

Mere froze, shock plain on her face. "Weasley!" She rounded on Harry, who shrunk down into his seat even more. In rapid fire French, which confused the twins and made Marci and Darren laugh, she growled out, "You didn't tell me they were related to that little Weasel! I can't have my mate be related to him!"

Harry sighed, answering her back in French, but at a much slower pace. "So, I left that out in their description. What was I supposed to do? Tell you their life story?"

Mere flushed pink, her fingers twitching as she contemplated cursing him. George, realising that their friend was about to get in even more trouble than he obviously already was, decided that intervention was in order.

"Harry, mate, could I speak to you? Privately, you know?"

Harry nodded emphatically, easing himself out of the chair and keeping a wary eye on his friend. "Sure. Fred, can you survive being here with this lot?"

The red head gave a smirk. "I survived Gryffindor, didn't I?"

"Good point. Have fun."

Mere glared at him, before yelling in French, "You sneaky little bastard! Don't you dare think this is over!"

Harry gave a small, nervous smile as he followed George out the back door. He was led past all the other shops until they came to a stop near a large, broken house. He looked up at it, his nose twitching with a hard to place, yet familiar scent.

"Recognise it, do you?"

"Yeah. But I've never been here…"

"That," George said, pointing at the building. "Is known as the Shrieking Shack. I believe that your godfather may know of it."

Harry stared up at the house. "That is where Dumbledore forced Remus to go during the full moon?" He growled low in his throat. "But that is a horrible place! And far to near the public!"

"You do know about the Marauders, right?"

"Yeah. My father, Remus, Sirius and Pettigrew. They were pranksters."

George was surprised at the amount of hate the words 'father' and 'Pettigrew' carried. He knew that Harry didn't like his father, but what had little Peter Pettigrew done to deserve the same hate? "And our idols. They were the best of their time, and me and Fred are still trying to get to their level."

"They picked on Severus Snape and the Slytherin's far too much."

"Perhaps. But it was the beginning of the first war back then, and just like now, those of Slytherin House were labelled as pure Dark. Anyway, the Marauders all became Animagi, illegal of course, so that Remus, or Moony to us, didn't do anything dangerous."

Harry snorted. Oh, he knew all about the animagus forms of his father and his friends. He found it highly amusing that Pettigrew had been a rat. Fitting, of course. He sighed and leaned against the wooden fence before him. "Why did you really bring me out here?"

"Besides saving you from getting screamed at in French?"

Harry let a smile flit about his lips. "Yeah, besides that."

George hopped up onto the rail and drummed his fingers against his thigh. "Anything else happen lately?"

"Plenty. Do you know how many detentions can be given out in a week?"

The red head groaned. "What did you do?"

"Me? I only got one personal detention with Dumbledore, which I refuse to go to. It was only because your idiot of a brother doesn't know when to stop. S'not my fault he ended up in the hospital wing."

"You hit him!" George laughed and slapped him on the shoulder. "I've been wanting to do that for ages! Go on, how many detentions?"

"Fourty seven." He grinned when George promptly fell backwards. "You right there?"

"Fourty seven! Forty-seven! How in the hell did you all manage that?"

Harry shrugged. "The rules are stupid. That and Gryffindor's don't know what's good for them."

George sighed as snow melted beneath him. "I suppose it would be too much to ask for you to try and fit in?"

"Oui. Dumbledore'll be even more suspicious if we try to fit in. We chucked too big of a fuss when he wanted us Sorted for it to work now. Besides, we still need a safe way to get the pack out. The full moon is only two weeks away."

"We'll get onto that." He grinned up into emerald eyes. "Has Tom chucked a fit over the way everyone keeps staring at you?"

"People do not stare at me!" He frowned. "And yes, he has. Several times. Wants to curse them and gouge their eyes out."

George gave in and laughed, the sound echoing off the trees. Harry smirked down at him before holding a hand down to help him up. With a mischievous smile, the redhead pulled him over the rail and into the snow. With a raucous laugh, he jumped up and ran back to the shop.

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Harry sighed as he contemplated getting up. Rolling onto his knees, he started to push himself up when a searing pain lanced across his shoulders. He cried out and flinched away as a spell shimmered over and around him. A silencing spell. He swore and made to get up, only to have the pain come back again. It was soon joined by a knee in the middle of his back, forcing him to the ground with an 'oomph'.

"Not so high and mighty now, are we?"

He tensed, all his senses screaming danger. "Weasley."

There was a laugh from above him. "It amazes me that my brother and you get along so well, Evans." The voice moved and whispered by his ear, hot breath making his nose wrinkle. "And what's this about a pack? Are you a werewolf?"

Harry tensed and bucked, trying to remove the weight from his back. "You even think of touching them and I'll break more than your nose, you disgusting excuse for a wizard!"

A clammy hand wrapped around the back of his neck and, despite desperately telling himself no, he froze, submissive instincts overriding his need to protect his pack. "Would I be correct in saying you are the alpha? Don't know how I missed it."

"I do."

"What was that?"

"I do, you idiot! You have a brain the size of a pine nut!"

Ron growled. "You're going to regret ever insulting me, wolf." The knee pressed harder into his back and Harry bit back a pained cry. "I'm going to make you scream, and no one is going to hear you."

Harry desperately sent his senses scrambling, but there was no magic, even as he tugged at the silencing spell, he got absolutely nothing. All he got back was something is wrong, everything is wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. RUN! He began to struggle, letting his wolf self take over as the Hecatamus hid behind the growling animal. His own inner magic lashed out and slammed into several solid objects but the one above him didn't move which was wrong!

Harry! Harry! Damnit what is going on!

There was a voice in his head, but he couldn't latch on as a spell washed over him and burning fire sped through his veins. He cried out, unable to take it as the silver washed through his body. It wasn't enough to kill him, but it was enough to render him weak and unable to defend himself. He whined and the wolf retreated. But neither of his creature selves were in any shape to take charge and he was left defenceless, which was just the way Ron wanted him.

Minutes ticked by as the red head ranted about what he was going to do and how much he was going to make him pay, but all Harry could think was that the voice in his head was beginning to turn desperate.

Harry! Damnit if you don't reply in one second I am going to come get you! There was a pause. Damnit! Harry! Harry! Another pause and Harry distinctly felt some sort of magical barrier shift a moment before holding firm. What the fuck? Harry, please tell me you're in Hogwarts and safe?

Another spell touched his skin and cold air blew across it. Harry tensed. His bloody clothes were gone! He wiggled and bucked and struggled but to no avail, the damn red head wouldn't move.

"I'm going to make you scream, Evans, and when this is over with, you'll be begging for more."

Harry's eyes widened and his magic struggled to get past the silver that formed a barrier, there was nowhere where it hadn't spread and he had no way to fight with magic. So he chose a more physical method. Forcing himself to relax, he let himself go completely limp, which, in turn, made Ron laugh.

"Accepted it, did you?"

"No." Harry lurched to the side, tipping Ron off and pushing himself up. Just as he was starting to stand, his legs gave out and fell forward again. "Fuck!"

"That's right, Evans, glad you're on the same page."

Ropes came from nowhere and bound his wrists together. Pain lanced up his arm and he stared, wide eyed, as he realised that the ropes were inlaid with silver strands. The weight returned to his back, but it wasn't a knee this time. He bucked again and a fist slammed several times into the back of his head. The edges of his vision went black and he moaned with the pain. And then another type of pain hit him.

Harry was well known at Durmstrang for having a male mate, which, in turn, meant that he had sex with a man. So what was happening to him wasn't so far out of the ordinary, but the point was that he didn't want it and it wasn't his mate!

Burning pain spread through his lower region and Harry gasped as it continued to grow. Ron pressed him into the ground, the snow melting against warm skin, but then the skin went cold, icy cold. Harry shivered internally as his magic turned on him for committing such an act with a person who was definitely not his mate.

But then the stabbing, burning pain was gone, and it was replaced with a heap of freezing cold snow. Harry yelped and made to move when ropes shot out of three wands and bound him to thick wooden pegs that they conjured up. He couldn't move and couldn't fight back.

"You fucking bastards!"

"Now, now, Evans," Ron stuck his head in his line of vision. "Is that any way to speak to us? No, it's not. You are going to call us all 'Master', since I'm sure you're used to calling you-know-who that, Death Eater."

Harry growled. "I doubt the Dark Lord would take too kindly to having one of his followers raped by a Weasley!"

The silver was beginning to dilute in his system and he sent a blast of magic out that knocked Ron over.

"Hey!" A spell hit him and he cried out as silver once more coursed through his system. It was a higher dose this time, which left his muscles quivering and weak. "I'll teach you manners! Boys, shall we?"

A foot slammed into his ribs several times and they cracked under the pressure. A boot was brought down on his right arm, the hard sole causing the cold and weakened limb to give in and break. Harry bit back the cry of pain and swore to himself that he wouldn't give Ron and his cronies the satisfaction of his voice.

The stabbing pain returned with a vengeance, and Harry squeezed his eyes shut as pain and shame swept over him, followed by the icy chill that was quickly turning his lips blue. He felt weak, weaker than he had ever been and it was disconcerting. He was bound, poisoned with silver and unable to access his own magic. He couldn't even transform into a wolf because he had no strength for the change. All he wanted to do was curl up in a dark hole and die.

There was a moment where the pain vanished, but it was replaced again by snow. He knew what they were doing, forcing his muscles to tense and contract and therefore making the next entrance all the more painful. His insides felt like they were ripped and he knew he was bleeding, but he didn't have the initiative to care.

Ron grinned to himself as Harry lay completely still, totally and utterly submissive beneath him. It didn't matter to him that what he was doing could result in an Azkaban sentence. He was protected and untouchable. Why would the Auror's charge him when he had simply been giving back what the Death Eaters so easily dished out? No one wanted a dark creature running unchecked now, did they?

There was no more pain now. Everything was so numb that Harry wasn't even sure he was breathing anymore. His magic had exhausted itself in attacking him for what it saw as an indiscretion and was now struggling to reverse the process and heal him. He lay in the snow, shivering and staring at the white ground. He could see the trees nearby, and wished fervently that he could just jump up and run freely through them.

There was a darkness closing in on his vision and he dimly felt another blow to the back of his head. It was harder than a boot clad foot and he guessed that his attackers had some form of weapon. The trickle of blood over his neck should have been warm, but was as cold as his entire being felt. With a sigh of submission, he closed his eyes and gave in to the darkness that embraced him with open arms.

The last thing he heard was Ron telling him it wasn't over.

A/N: Wow. Okay, so I've never written a sexual assault scene and I don't exactly like the whole idea of it, since it's such a terrible ordeal for anyone to go through, but it was essential for my plot. Sorry if anyone was offended, it really wasn't intentional. But I hope that the chapter was good besides that.