Mission gone awry

Minerva was still a little huffy and not at all happy about being a messenger bird. She was deputy headmistress in one of the most prestigious schools of the world and supposed to run it when the headmaster was busy himself. Which he was constantly.

The ministry was not an issue anymore since they didn't believe him any longer but that didn't mean he was less busy. The order demanded a lot of attention. The members were scared because they knew the truth. They were surrounded by the enemy. On the one hand there was the obvious threat of death-eaters and on the other hand was the ministry with all its officials looking for 'traitors' who believed the Box Who Lived and Dumbledore and threatened to destroy their fake security. Dumbledore had to keep up their spirit. Of course it was important work to send out these plans but she had a feeling that she was needed in Hogwarts.

Despite Minerva's worries all went well. The first three people on the list were old friends of Minerva, Dumbledore and Rolanda. The served the two messenger birds tea and biscuits. It turned out to be more a jolly trip than a real mission. Rolanda laughed heartily at the jokes of their friends and even Minerva started to relax.

And then everything went terribly wrong. Heavy rain had started to descend upon the green meadows around them only a few minutes before. Moonlight softly illuminated the two women and their attackers, who were hidden by invisibility cloaks.

"Expeliarmus!"

Suddenly Minerva and Rolanda were hit by the curse and in horror both women watch how their wands flew from their hands. Immediately more curses where cast. Only Minerva's quick reaction saved her.

"Sectumsempra!"

Warm blood ran down her arm, seeping through the heavy fabric of her robes and dripping onto the dew-tipped grass. Her attacker hadn't achieved his goal of slicing her arm off, but had managed to do a great deal of damage despite her shielding charm. Parting the leaves of the bush with her good hand, Minerva McGonagall squinted out over the lawn through the broken lenses of her glasses, her severely blurred vision further impaired by the white spots and flashes that danced to the beat of her rapid pulse.

She needed her wand. And there was only one way to find it.

With a faint pop and soundless prayer to any gods that might be listening, she transformed into her animagi shape; her vision only slightly improved. After one last glance around, she darted out of the cover of the foliage and ran across the lawn towards the woods as fast as her body would let her, movement severely hampered by her still bleeding foreleg.

Minerva had come within twelve strides of the cover of the trees when she heard it. A faint cry for help reached her ears. Without thinking she stormed forward and towards where Rolanda tried desperately to get away from the advancing death-eaters. When she got near enough, she launched herself at one of death-eaters and began to scratch at his eyes. He stumbled into his friends and they all fell to the ground in a tangle of robes. Minerva sized her chance and bounded off.

"Petrifictus Totalus!"

The spell hit her mid-bound, tripping her up and somersaulting her limp body into the damp grass. A sharp stab of pain filled her chest to bursting point, wrenching a feline cry from her throat.

"Ah, Minerva McGonagall. I thought I saw you. Running away? Not a very Gryffindor-like trait, is it…"

Another whispered incantation and extreme pressure began to fill her skull, forcing her to change back to her human self.

"You seem to have lost your wand. Such a shame, now you'll have no way to defend yourself. HE will be most pleased."

Minerva was worried. She rose on her feet and walked over to the window. This cell was very small. When she stretched out her arms she could touch the walls to both sides. She was scared but didn't want to show that. But being strong the howl time took all her strength, she would need a break soon or her resolve would waver all the sooner when they brought her out to be tortured. The only problem was that she didn't know when they would come for her.

She also worried for Rolanda. She sure as hell hoped that she got away. And got away in one piece. Minerva had sacrificed her own chance to get away to ensure that Rolanda was safe.

Her legs suddenly began to cramp. The constant standing or sitting with crossed or drawn up legs was very painful for her leg muscles. She tried to shake her leg a bit and thus get rid of the cramp. It didn't work. As was expected. It was maddening. The howl situation was Albus fault had he not send hem on a stupid mission like that Rolanda and she would have been safe. But no Albus wanted his bloody letters delivered and now the enemy knew about their rescue plans. Her own chances of being rescued dwindled away rapidly. The order couldn't risk endangering its members on a fruitless expedition.

Hours later she was jerked into awareness by the scraping sound of the key in the lock. Immediately she was up and ready to defend herself. Without her wand she had little chances but she would go down fighting.

"Come with me, bitch."

A hooded figure appeared in the doorframe and beckoned her forward with two fingers. Minerva squinted at him. She had recognized the voice but she couldn't match it with a name.

Before she had a chance to think about it properly she was grabbed by the arm and dragged out of her cell. The hooded figure didn't speak anymore and brought her to a library like room with a huge desk in the middle. Behind the desk stood Lord Voldemort himself.

When he became aware of her presence he walked around the desk.

"Where am I? You better let me go before Dumbledore finds me here. What do want from me anyway?"

Voldemort smiled at her. Damn! This whole situation scared the shit out of her. She felt silly now. Afraid of the dark and a man, just like a little kid. That sick bastard had her jumping at shadows.

"That's none of your concern! You won't leave this place ever again in any way. Senza Magia!"

She screamed as she felt herself being lifted from the floor with the impact, her back arching in pain.

"Stop it! Don't do this! Oh, God, HELP ME! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" She was screaming at the top of her lungs, but no one heard, no one came. She continued screaming as she fell back onto the floor with a crashing sound. Minerva lay there on the floor. Excruciating pain shot through her body when her magic got blocked. Even without her wand she could still use a bit of magic. She was not as strong as Dumbledore but he had taught her a few charms for self-defense. She moaned. Darkness forced a way into her vision, blurring it and eventually destroying it.

Voldemort looked at his fallen prey. Patiently he waited for her to return to consciousness, knowing precisely what this hex did to a person.

The moment Minerva woke up she began to plead, feeling weaker than she had ever in her life. "Leave me ALONE! Oh PLEASE leave me alone!"

Voldemort only sneered and threw himself on her. He pulled off her skirt and panties and threw them to the floor behind him. Her legs free, she tried to kick him, but didn't have the energy. He grabbed her blouse and tore it open, scattering buttons everywhere. Tearing her bra open, he pulled it and the remains of her blouse from her body and threw them to the floor with her skirt and panties. He threw himself on top of her, one hand grabbing a fist full of hair while the other grabbed one of her breasts and twisted cruelly.

"DON'T!" she screamed. "You're HURTING me! Owwww! STOP it! Please STOP IT!"

He crushed his mouth to hers and forced his tongue into her mouth. She gagged as the intruder forced its way deep into her mouth. She had her hands against his chest, trying to push him off of her, but he was too heavy. She felt him using his knees to force her legs apart. Her body was twisting and squirming under him as she fought to escape.

He buried his face in her neck and she felt him snaking a hand between them. His hand went to her crotch, rubbing between the lips of her vagina. "Nuuhhh … oohhh … STOP!" she screamed as he jammed a finger up inside her. His mouth dropped to her breast and he viciously chewed on her nipple, sending waves of pain through her.

"DON'T! Oh please DON'T! You're HURTING me!"

He was undoing his trousers, pulling out his member as he prepared to rape her. She felt the fear and frustration raging through her. He was going to use her like a piece of meat, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

"Get OFF of me!" Minerva screamed in vain. "Oh God, get OFF of me! You can't DO this! You just CAN'T!"

She felt him pressing the head of his member against her vagina. She dug her heels into the floor, trying to get enough leverage to throw him off. She twisted and turned, pushed against his chest, tried to move her hips away from him. Nothing worked.

"Oh, no! Oh, please NO!" she begged as she felt him forcing her open, felt the head of his cock start to enter her. "No! I don't … don't want … you IN me! Let GO! Get … get OUT of me!"
He was fucking his way into her, driving deeper with each thrust of his hips. She hadn't been ready, hadn't been aroused, and the penetration was painful. Minerva felt as if her insides were being torn open as he pounded farther and farther into her. Tears burned her cheeks as the reality of what was happening sunk in.

"No! Don't! PLEASE … don't! No! … No! … NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Minerva arched her back and screamed in pain as he finally drove the full length of his shaft into her body. "Oh, God, please STOP it! nuuhhh … nuuhhh … nuuhhh … Get … get … OUT of … of me! P-please! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

He was driving into her brutally, viciously. His hands roamed over her body, twisting and squeezing. Minerva continued fighting, squirming and kicking, trying to push him away. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She ground her teeth. She felt the perspiration beading on her body. She cried out in pain each time he impaled her.

"No … more! … nuuhhh … nuuhhh … P-please … no … MORE! … nuuhhh … It … HURTS! … Oh God! … It … h-hurts!" Minerva pleaded futilely. Voldemort didn't care if he hurt her. He enjoyed hurting her. He drove into her repeatedly with long, hard strokes, using his cock as a weapon against her.

"Please … PLEASE … no more! I can't … can't TAKE … anymore! You're HURTING me!" she whimpered as the level of pain increased. He was groaning in her ear, thrusting into her faster and harder. She felt as if he were tearing her open. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Over and over. She felt him throbbing inside of her.

"Oh, shit!" he groaned. "Oh, SHIT! Ohhhhuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She felt him cumming, shooting streams of thick, hot fluids deep inside her. Her stomach constricted and she felt the bile rising in her throat. She had to fight down the urge to vomit as she felt the warmth spreading through her. Still he pounded into her, over and over until he had drained the last drop of his cum into her. Then, with a groan and a shiver, he collapsed on top of her. Minerva felt him gradually softening inside of her.

She was trembling uncontrollably. The pain, the terror, the humiliation were all playing on her mind. She felt dirty, as if covered with some kind of slime. He had to leave now. He just had to.

"Please," she whispered between her tears "please … let me go ..."

Voldemort got up, dressed again and smiled at the whimpering woman on the floor. First he rendered her unconscious then with an ancient spell, he had once found in the restricted area of the Hogwarts' library, he carved his sign into her chest. Blood poured out of the open wound and stained the desk's surface. A beautiful colour, especially since it was the colour of blood.