So here's chapter three, I'm sorry it's been so long. Agh. I actually had this written for a while, so I really have no excuse whatsoever. Wait. Does starting school again count? Cause I think that it should; AP classes are so hard man.

Warning: Implications of rape

Disclaimer: I don't own anything familiar. J.K. Rowling does.

A tall, Slytherin, boy cornered a small Gryffindor girl in the hallway. The little girl cowered against the wall, as the boy, Harold Zabani, called her names. A lone Hufflepuff girl turned the corner. When she saw Zabani, she ducked her head, having been the victim of his abuse a few times until her cousin told him to stop. However, she paused, remembering how she felt when she was being messed with.

"Zabani," she called, turning towards him. The boy, turned, and laughed when he caught sight of the Hufflepuff nearing him.

"What do you want, Finnegan?" he asked, looking down on the second year. She swallowed hard, before squaring her shoulders.

"Leave her alone," she demanded, pointing to the Gryffindor, "She's a first year, and she didn't do anything to you." Zabani rolled his eyes, and smirked. He knew this girl, Aisling Finnegan. Her cousin was Scorpius Malfoy, same year as her, but a hell of a lot more intimidating. He felt obliged to listen to Malfoy, as he was a good family friend. Aisling however? Not so much. Still, he decided to humor her.

"Why do you care, Finnegan?" he asked, crossing his arms, and turning away. The Hufflepuff raised her eyebrows, but didn't reply. He took a menacing step forwards, but she refused to back down. Instead, she stood taller, gazing up into his eyes and crossing her skinny arms. "What are you gonna do about it?" Aisling shrugged.

"Professor Longbottom adores me," she said slowly, almost thoughtfully, "Family friend, ya know? I'm sure I could get you in loads of trouble." Zabani raised his eyebrows. The Herbology professor could be scary when he wanted to be, and Zabani did not want to get on the wrong side of him.

"You'll be sorry, Finnegan," he promised. He turned to the still-cowering girl. "Go," he commanded. She nodded, picking up her dropped bag, and dashed away disappearing around the corner.

Zabani left Aisling standing there, shaking slightly. She wasn't sure why she had done that. She certainly wasn't brave or anything. If she thought about it, she would suppose it was the right thing to do, but she didn't think too hard.

"You thought you could hide from me!" laughed Zabani, gripping a now fourteen-year-old Aisling's arm tightly. "That's cute, Finnegan. Real cute." He paused a moment, sneering down into her face. She was shaking, her arm was throbbing where he held her. The bruises from lunch, when he cornered her in the library and beat her down with two of his cronies, sent stabs of pain through her body as Zabani dragged her into an empty classroom.

"You know, you're pretty hot, for a fourth year," he sneered, putting his face so close to hers that she could feel his breath. "I would do you." She whimpered, struggling to get away.

"Let me go," she whispered, "Please, I'm sorry." Zabani laughed, and swung her further into the room. She went flying into a table, and crumbled next to it, hitting her side hard enough to leave a massive bruise.

Zabani stalked across the room, dragging her up, and shoving her back roughly against the table. "I'm going to punish you for that," he said, grinning cruelly. He latched his lips onto hers, but she shoved him away, wiping her mouth with the hand that wasn't pinned between her body and the table. He frowned.

"How dare you," he said, and gripped her wrist. He shoved his mouth roughly onto hers, and tugged a shoelace out of his pocket. He pulled away and tied her wrists together tightly behind her back, before beginning to slide his hands into her skirt.

"Please no," she gasped, "I'm sorry, I'll never fight back again," she begged, but he ignored her, deftly unbuttoning the shirt of her uniform and pressing her into the table.

Aisling woke up in a cold sweat. She looked around the dormitory, surprised to see that she was the only one awake. Usually, Emily woke her up in the mornings. After a long moment of shivering in the dark, and reminding herself that Harold Zabani had graduated the previous year, and that she had nothing to worry about, she rolled out of bed, and walked to her trunk.

She tugged out her uniform, the same white button-down, gray skirt, and house robes as every other female student at Hogwarts and dressed quickly. After she brushed her hair, she gathered the schoolbag next to her bed, and began to make her way to the Dining Hall. Her yellow and black striped tie hung loose around her neck, as she was rubbish at tying them, and normally made Emily or Scorpius do it for her.

"Where do you think you're going?" said a voice as she walked past an alcove on her way towards the staircase. Aisling jumped a foot into the air, before she recognized the speaker as Albus.

"Um, breakfast?" she said, raising an eyebrow, "And then I was thinking class might be a good thing." Albus started laughing, leaving Aisling to stare at him, perplexed.

"It's nearly lunch," he remarked, and Aisling's eyes widened. He fell into step beside her as she continued upstairs, a half-formed plan about heading to the Room of Requirement for the remainder of the day filling her mind. "Are you um, feeling any better?" he asked. Aisling shrugged.

"I told Scorpius that you aren't feeling well," he said a few moments later. She nodded in appreciation and kept walking.

"Do-"

"Aren't you supposed to be in class, Potter?" she snapped, crossing her arms. "Because, if I remember correctly, you do not have a single free lesson before lunch, and you said it was nearly lunch, implying that class is still going on."

Albus turned red, and looked down biting his lip. "Skiving Snackbox," he admitted, "I was worried about you. I've used a Nosebleed Nougat and a Puking Pastille already to come and check on you, but obviously I have no idea where your common room is, or how to get into it, so it wasn't a very well thought-out plan, was it?"

Aisling sighed, and looked up into Albus' green eyes. "I'm okay," she lied, though her mind played images from her dream – her memory, really. Albus frowned.

"You do the same thing as him," he mumbled. Aisling raised an eyebrow.

"I do what like who?" she asked, crossing her arms, and walking backwards up the stairs.

"You and Scorpius both squint a little and tilt your heads when you're lying," he said, mimicking the action. Aisling smiled a bit, as Albus looked ridiculous.

"I do not," she said, even as her eyes squinted and her head tilted slightly to the right. "Oh for the love of Merlin, you've got to be joking me," she added as she realized what she was doing. Albus chuckled.

"Good liar, you are, Ais," he laughed. "How else are you like Scorp?" She shrugged, tugging on the hem of her skirt.

The two continued to talk on their way up to the Astronomy tower – though neither one realized where they were headed, exactly. Albus tried to get Aisling to forget about how horrid she felt about herself, and Aisling vaguely remembering the last time she had walked the halls alone with a boy who was not her cousin.

"Shut your mouth, whore. I own you know," her mind whispered, quoting Zabani on one of those horrible nights, when the punishments got so much worse. Her smile, which Albus had successfully gotten to appear, slid from her face; her laugh faltered and her breath caught.

"What's wrong?" Albus asked. Aisling frowned.

"He's not Zabani," she whispered, pressing herself backwards against the wall. Albus stood by, stunned and confused. What happened? Why was she acting like this all of a sudden?

"All boys are like Zabani," she reminded herself, "They only want one thing, and they don't mind using force to get it. They like hurting people. All boys are like Zabani. All boys except Scorp."

It took her a moment to realize Al was staring at her, that the classes had let out, and that Scorpius was now standing beside him. It took her a moment to realize that she was no longer in the hallway, but in Room of Requirement.

"Ais, are you okay?" Scorpius asked. She sent a faked smile to her cousin.

"I'm fine Scor," she said, "I'm always fine."

That's a lie, she thought to herself, I'm not fine at all.