Oh my God I feel spoiled with all of the nice and helpful reviews! Thank you all SOO much for your help and support!

Ok, so I will probably mention names and lyrics of songs and or stuff from the 21st century even though this story takes place during whenever J.K Rowling placed it. Please don't ask me to look it up. Also I might change some facts from the story—hence the AU. And if I don't, then I will

Also is you hadn't noticed Trix's catch phrase is "Yep. I'm screwed,"

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER nor do I MAKE ANY PROFIT WHATSOEVER WITH THIS PLOT. I wish I did but I don't.

As always R&R and no flames please, I'm still soft!

I played with my soup at lunch about 3 days after all my friends left. Friends. I was still used to saying that without acting cynically.

I finish my soup and head over to the library. It turned out to be one of my most favorite places to be daily, next to my common room and the Great Hall.

I sat down in a comfy chair and opened a book on charms and opened by little helpful dictionary. I also looked around. No one was there. Ok, good. I rolled up my sleeves because it was getting hot.

Now, in most stories this is when someone walks in and sees my tattooed arm and either bribes me or runs and tells authorities. But unfortunately my life right now is extremely dull because nothing is going on. Snape hasn't really bothered me. And I'm taking that as a good sign. Like, he doesn't know about my tattoo.

After I added at least 10 new charms to my list, I packed up my things and headed back to my common room. I set my stuff down in my room, and sat on my bed. I took my wand out and pointed at the Marauders map and said, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good,"

Immediately the ink appeared and I saw people's feet walking around. I saw McGonagall walking around in the Gryffindor Common room and a few more Gryffindor students were near her, too. I got up and headed down to the Slytherin Common room and sat down on a chair and looked at all the people walking around. This is how bored I am.

Groaning I reach into my pocket and take out my iPod and began listening to "Judas" by Lady Gaga. I hate how people think that she really is in love with the person Judas, but she's trying to say she's in love with someone who is acting like Judas—in a sense that he was cheating. Some people are so touchy.

I pick the map up and look to see if I can find me. There I am! No one was around me so I knew I could continue looking at this without being disturbed. After the song is over I turn off the music, stuff my iTouch into my jeans, put my wand inside by tall, black, fabric boots, and grabbed my map, and my Invisibility cloak in hand and started heading out the door. I didn't want to just waste my time doing nothing.

I wandered aimlessly through dark halls and up some of the moving stairs, and at one point I just waited on the stairs and let it spin me a few times before getting off. I walked around the school, checking out old and abandoned classrooms, the girl's bathroom on the third floor, and soon stumbled into a music room on the fourth floor. Hmm …

I walked in and looked around. There were muggle instruments like violins, flutes, and clarinets, but also some instruments that were unfamiliar to me.

I stopped in my tracks when I saw a grand piano towards the back of them room. Ok, so the smart thing for me was to turn and walk away, but the stupid side of me (the usual side as well) decided to go up and start to play.

Before I actually started I did do some smart things. First I put the map open so I could tell if anyone was coming, and I put the Invisibility cloak right at my feet in case I needed to make a quick escape. My wand was on the stand (where the map was) and before I began I took a quick look of who was around. Snape was down on the first floor; he was the closest to me but he was still pretty far away.

I skimmed my fingers across the keys and tested a few notes before I began to play. It seemed to be in tune. The first song I played was my arrangement of "Heart and Soul" originally by Hoagy Carmichael (A/N: I think, anyway I DON'T OWN IT!). My fingers danced over the keys and I remembered every note, even though I hadn't played in months.

After that I played "Rolling in the Deep" By Adele and honestly I just figured that one out by myself. I'm just that awesome.

While playing different song, I kept checking the map. Luckily, no one seemed to be coming close to me, so I just continued playing.

The last song that I wanted to play before I left was a song I wrote for piano called, "Dontcha love me?" I memorized the two minute long song and I closed my eyes as I played. I hummed the harmony and once I was finished I glanced up and froze in horror when I saw the map: right behind the feet that read Trixie Rayner read Severus Snape. Yep. I'm screwed now.

Ok, for once I actually did smoothing smart. Yeah, I'm surprised too. Instead of completely flipping out or checking behind me, I grabbed my wand off the stand and kept my eyes glued to the map. Snape seemed to be standing in the same spot, unmoving.

I took a deep breath and began to play another song, pretending he wasn't there, with one hand. With the other I grabbed my wand and pointed it at the map muttering softly "Mischief managed," And the ink disappeared. I glanced at the floor and saw the cloak right by my feet.

As I was doing all this I devised a plan: First, I would finish the song dramatically with a deep note, then I would turn off the light while grabbing my invisibility cloak, Snape in return would turn the lights back on (however he decides to do it) and I will quietly make it back to the common room.

The song ended, but I was still uncertain, so I played another light hearted song from an intermediate book my mom gave me a few years ago.

My heart sank as the truth came rushing toward me—He knew who I was. There was no point in running. I ended the song and took a deep breath.

I closed my eyes as I turned, and then opened after a fraction of a second—Snape was gone. Confused, I got up, checked around the room, and then I pulled the map out and muttered, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good,"

I saw Severus Snape pacing fast down the stairs. Hmm… I would think he would want to ask what I was doing. Or at least ask again about what was on my arm. My arm… I looked down. I was wearing a sweater.

Ok, so he didn't see my tattoo. So…why did he run off? Creepy… A real brain teaser…I shrugged it off, grabbed my stuff and headed back to the common room.

*** *** SEVERUS'S POV*** ***

I was patrolling the halls, completely and utterly bored. I started to walk around without any purpose up the stairs. I heard music, not too far away from here.

I narrowed my eyes and followed the sound up onto the fourth floor. It was the old music room. The door was open, and as I got closer I could soon tell that it was from the piano. As I got closer I realized the one who was playing it— that American girl, Trixie Rayner.

I wanted to surprise her by my presence (old habits die hard), but for some reason I couldn't move out of my spot—like I was in some sort of trance. Her song was soft and she played with passion. She swayed to the music and hummed along to the melody lightly. When she ended her song, she looked up at the music board and visibly stiffened. She must know that I was there.

She took out her wand, and as a response I took mine out, but I don't think she heard me. She began playing with one hand, and I heard her mutter something incoherent at whatever was on the music stand.

Deciding that it was time to leave—I no longer had the element of surprise—I quietly headed out the door. As I was walking down toward the dungeons, I realized that I made no attempt to catch her. Yes, I realize that at the end she already knew I was there, but before she didn't.

I shrugged it off and headed back toward my office to start working on potions for St. Mungos.

*** ***Trix's POV*** ***

I laid on my bed for God knows how long, confused and bored. Bored for obvious reasons, but confused for many more reasons.

Confused:

a) Because Snape was obviously there and he didn't do anything about it

b) Because Snape just left without giving me detention.

c) Because I was putting way to much thought into all of this.

I mean really, I should just be thankful that he didn't take away any house points…though I really doubt that he would take points away from his own house.

I groaned, got up, grabbed by little dictionary of useful charms and headed down to the library. I walked past groups of younger children who happen to be staying over Christmas break, and I scowled. I hated children. Don't get me wrong, it's the little morons who just don't shut up after they learn how to talk that I can't stand. So basically kids from 5 to 11 I completely despise.

I sat down in a comfy chair towards the back of the room and looked through the index of a book on charms to see if there was anything worth memorizing.

I found one—Stupefy. It stunned people by knocking them unconscious and ejected a red light. Hmm. I guess I could use it if I wanted someone to shut up… or if I needed to put someone under… Ehh, what the Hell?

As I was writing it down in the "S" section, I felt a presence behind me. Normally I would check the map, but I left it under my bed. Great. I turned to see that it was—Amycus Carrow. Lovely.

He was one of the cruelest people you could ever possibly meet. You know, besides You-Know-Who I heard rumors that if you got detention, he would have other students use the Cruciatus curse on those who got detention. It was an Unforgivable Curse, and it basically tortured you from the inside, although you are never physically harmed. Unfortunately I would become quite familiar with that particular curse.

"Hello Miss Rayner, how are you this evening?" He said, voice slurred. Lovely, he was drinking.

"Umm, fine I guess. And you?" I said as politely to him as I could.

"Great. Now that I'm with you," Excuse me?

"Excuse me?" I asked, a bit less politely. Of course, I earned a nice fist to the face. How charming.

"Listen to me you little bitch," He said darkly eyes narrowing and lips curling into an evil smirk, "You will follow me. Now,"

He murmured some charm, and suddenly I couldn't speak or talk. I tried to yell, but my voice wasn't working. God Damnit. I'm screwed.

When I sat there, struggling to yell, he came and grabbed me by the collar, and pulled me away. You would think that someone would hear the ruckus I was making, but noooo I had to choose the spot in the back of the room, away from any sort of human life. Of all the stupid things I have done in my sixteen years…

Eventually, he grabbed me by the waist, and slumped me across his back. I pounded against his back in protest, but he just banged me into a wall, and I stopped. Oh, damnit! I'm screwed.

He led me out of the library, and he carried me around walking through dark halls and up stairs that I didn't even know was there, and finally, into a closet.

O shit. Oh god damn fucking SHIT! He threw me down, and climbed on top of me. I didn't even try to get him off of me. I knew I wouldn't be able to.

I gasped loudly as he began taking off my clothes. Oh, shit. He's going to rape me. I'm still a virgin for Christ's sake!

"Now, be a good little bitch and open your legs for me," He slurred, sounding more drunk now that were…alone. Ugh, gross! When I refused, he prided open my legs with so much force, that I think he snapped a muscle. I gasped and a single tear fell from my eyes.

And to spare you the rest of the details, I'll say this: He raped me for what seemed like hours, stealing my virginity and tainting whatever innocence I had. He handcuffed me to the wall, so I wouldn't be able to hit or kick him. He punched, kicked, and bruised what seemed like every part of my body.

He laughed and left me lying on the floor with my hands still tied to the wall and used the Cruciatus Curse on me. I tried screaming, but nothing came out. It felt like someone lit a match and forced me to swallow it, and my insides were burning. What he did next was worse. He didn't kill me. After what felt like hours of torturing me he whispered,

"Till next time love. Tomorrow night," He laughed evilly and walked out.

I cried. I couldn't stop. How dare he! I didn't have me wand, it was in the library. Christmas was tomorrow, and there was a week until students came back, and that meant no one would know I was missing until I was dead from either excessive amount of blood loss, or starvation and dehydration.

My father told me that there was always a silver lining—to everything. I would agree, of course, because I was about 10 when he told me. He would say, "Trix, go outside and rake the grass," I would just smile and say, "Well, at least the yard would look better,"

But for this circumstance, I didn't see any silver lining. Well not for me anyway. I almost vomited as a picture of Carrow's ugly, disgusting face crossed my mind.

I had to get out of here. I would defiantly die if I didn't. I started hyperventilating, and had a mini anxiety attack, but I stopped myself. I could do that. I had to get out of here before he came back. That gave me a day. A day with food, water, or…bathroom.

O God. I needed to get out of here. I tried rubbing the sweat off my face, but my hand couldn't reach it. I tried screaming, but my voice still wasn't working. Damn! How the bloody Hell was I supposed to escape without someone finding me?

That's just it—I couldn't. I would die here and everyone would just forget. I tried screaming again, but no sound came out. I think that was the worst of this whole manner. I could scream.

*** *** 10 hours later—next day, Friday, 1:00 p.m. *** ***

***Trix's POV***

I woke up, gasping for breath. I thought it was just a dream; Carrow, the loss of virginity and innocence, the rape, the beatings… but a single look of my body status, all the blood on my arms and upper legs, the sweat (mine and his…gross) that covered me and the floor around me, and where I was made the memories rush back into me much faster than I would ever want them to.

Ok, I had to get out. I wouldn't be able to survive another night with him. Damn I could barely make it through one!

I took a deep breath and moved my hands around the bindings. Ok, they were rope. About …an inch and a half thick…Ok…double knotted…

I moved my hands around and undid the binding of my left hand. I sighed in relief and shook my hand around to get some blood flowing back in. Now that I had a free hand I managed to free my other hand.

I smiled as soon as my bindings were free, but I clutched my stomach in pain. I hadn't eaten for at least 15 or 16 hours, and I had no water. Normally when people don't eat for that long, they are sleeping, and you don't use so much energy when you sleep, so that's why you aren't always super hungry when you wake up, but I was struggling with breathing with my hands up like that, and I only slept for about an hour or so. Basically it was like playing a soccer game in 100 degree weather, sprinting half the time, then ending up have no water to drink and you have to walk all the way home.

Not fun. I've lived through something like that. Now the question was could I live through this?

I slumped against the wall and rested for a few moments before thinking of an escape plan.

About 10 minutes later, I summoned whatever courage and strength deep down in me and managed to creep over to the door. Please be unlocked, please be unlocked, please oh GOD be unlocked.

I reached up for the handle and turned…

Locked! Damnit! I groaned (or tried to anyway) and slumped on the floor. It was lost. I'm doomed. I'm not gonna make it out of this one. I pounded on the door. I kept pounding, crying and trying to scream for only God knows how long. The spell Carrow cast on me prevented me from speaking I guess.

After minutes of repeating that, I heard footsteps. Oh, my God. Could that be Carrow? Or could it be someone who could save me? I had two choices. I could not knock, in case it was Carrow, or I could knock and hope it was my savior.

I had absolutely no strength left in me. I was dehydrated, tired of lack of sleep and trying to scream, so I knew this was my only chance left. In one swift moment I pounded the door.

The footsteps stopped. Had this person heard? I cried silently and banged the door twice, each louder and stronger than the other.

I had one last in me. I pounded it as hard as I could and slumped to the floor. I heard the footsteps coming closer…closer…closer.

The door handle was moving. The person must have realized it was locked, and muttered something and the door flung open. I opened my eyes to see black shoes on the ground. I had no time to cover myself or blush in humiliation because I was naked. I just reached out with my left arm (my tattooed arm just to put that out there), and slumped my head and arm on the ground, unconscious.

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