Disclaimer: I don't not own the right to JK's Potter-Verse.xx~Ch. 5, Secrets.~

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Severus dove into the girl's mind roughly, a little too roughly, he might admit if he wasn't so angry. Couldn't the stupid girl see that he was just trying to help?

He didn't have to journey far to find the memories he had accidently triggered, and what he saw made him freeze.

Lucius Malfoy had Katja pinned to the wall, one hand wrapped around her and squeezing her breast and the other buried between her thighs, He was grinding against her while he rubbed her through her pale pink panties. Her dress was pulled up and bunched around her hips.

Severus attempted to pull out of the memory in his shock, but Katja had clenched her mind down, trapping him for now. He could tear free if he wanted, but it would cause her a lot of pain. For now it seemed, he had to watch.

Lucius moved the hand from between her thighs and gripped her hair tightly, his nails digging into her scalp and pressing her face into the wall, forcing her to bend over. Katja didn't make a sound, but tears flowed down her cheeks from her closed eyes. Severus turned away as Lucius positioned himself and thrust into her roughly. She cried out and he bashed her head against the wall.

"Be silent." He hissed, continuing his assult.

Sickness rose in him, memories of past Death Eater revelries coming to mind. Lucius always did participate, and seemed to enjoy himself thoroughly. It was no wonder he couldn't control himself. He must have missed it.

Severus had never been one for rape. It just didn't appeal to him. While he'd been forced to participate on occasion out of expectation, he didn't enjoy it and was as gentle as he could get away with and he'd finish quickly, sometimes not finishing at all.

He had brushed her mind before her sorting, gently pulling memories free. They weren't telling. Just bits of school and the odd perspective of looking up at Lucius. Now he could imagine the activities that lead to such perspectives.

He supposed he shouldn't care, that Lucius would do whatever he wanted to the girl. There wasn't really anything he could do about it. It had evidently been going on for quite some time.

He wondered if Cornelius's corpse had even grown cold before Lucius began raping his only daughter.

He doubted it.

With that thought, the scene shifted. Lucius groping her here, touching her there. Forcing a kiss. It was a calidoscope of abuse until it settled on what must have been the very first time.

Lucius came to her in the middle of the night. The girl was wearing nothing but a thin blue night gown, her vibrant blood red hair tumbling in waves around her heart shaped face. Severus could see the lust in Lucius's eyes, but Katja didn't.

He sat at the edge of her bed, feigning care and understanding. She'd seen her parents murdered after all. He got closer to her, resting his hand on her knee. She pulled away uncomfortably but Lucius held it there. Still talking.

"I'm keeping you here out of kindness, paying your tuition so you can continue your schooling at Hogwarts. It's out of friendship and love for your father, but... I will have certain... expectations. If you will." He said pleasantly, as if it were the most reasonable thing in the world. He brushed his hand across her face, catching stay strands of hair and tucking them behind her ear.

Katja looked at him with confusion in her eyes, "Expectations, Uncle?"

Gently, the hand on her knee crept up and between her thighs and slipped beneath the hem of her night gown. She pressed her knees together and grabbed his hand.

"What are you doing?" She cried out in disbelief, the beginnings of fear and understanding coming into her eyes.

Lucius answered her by grabbing a fist full of her hair and pulling her to him, his mouth taking possession of hers. She shrieked and attempted to shove and smack him away, but he didn't care.

He pushed her down on her back roughly, forcing her thighs apart and trapping her with his body weight. She screamed against his mouth, straining to free herself. Lucius pulled her panties to the side and plunged two fingers inside of her.

Katja froze with a pained groan and then whimpered. She dug her nails into Lucius's back, but his clothing protected him. Lucius actually laughed.

"I was hoping you'd be a virgin. It's been a long time since I've had one. This a nice little treat for me." He said crudely, "I'm going to enjoy every single minute of it."

"No," Katja said again, her face red and wet with tears as she renewed the fight against him. "You can't!"

He back handed her and she gasped in pain, one hand automatically flying to her damaged lips.

"I can do whatever I want!" He said mockingly.

Even Severus winced in sympathy as blood gushed from her mouth. Her teeth had shredded the inside of her lip.

Lucius scoffed in disgust, grabbing her by the hips and attempting to force her to turn over onto her stomach. For a moment Katja resisted, kicking out at him.

"No!" she screamed, her foot connecting solidly with his chest.

Lucius's breath came out in a huff and his eyes narrowed into dangerous ice blue slits. His wand was drawn in a second.

"Cruicio!" He spat, and Katja's body began to spasm and she writhed on the bed, screaming and begging unintelligably for him to stop. After an impossibly long moment he did and she lay still, panting and whimpering with pain.

Severus knew full well how the cruiciatus curse hurt, and his nostrils flared at the sight of her. He'd always known that Lucius was a horrible human being. It wasn't as if he'd needed proof to know what he was capable of. He'd tormented muggle women- and even witches- exactly like this while raping then before.

None had ever been as young as Katja though. The Dark Lord forbade the Death Eaters from raping children. Kill them? Sure. Torture? Of course. He however as evil and twisted as he was drew the line at pedophilia.

At 14, just before her 15th birthday, Katja hadn't even been kissed and probably had no idea of nor had she felt carnal desire.

Lucius wasted no time and drug her onto her stomach, pulling her panties off and getting on top of her. He pushed into her protesting body without mercy. She screamed out in pain, thrashing and bucking beneath him as he took her violently. One hand wrapped around her throat and she gasped for breath as he choked her, making it nearly impossible for her to continue screaming.

Severus didn't want to watch this. He was ready to leave, even though Katja's mind was still clenched protectively. It would hurt, but there was no telling what other atrocities she'd accidently show him next. It was time to leave.

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Severus pulled out of her mind, feeling as though he was rising through a vat of glue into the real world. It swam into sickening focus around him. Katja's knees buckled and he crossed the room to catch her before she fell and busted her head on the shelf.

She was light in his arms, the small bird-like bones of her upper arms obviously fragile. He shifted his grip on her to her shoulders, her slack body resting against his chest.

His heart raced and his face burned with shame. He shouldn't have done that. It was completely inappropriate to have seen her like that...

It wasn't as though he'd enjoyed it or become aroused- if any thing, it made him want to vomit. But still.

Legilimency was strange in the way that subtle sensations could be gleaned from memories and he had the disgusting residual feeling on Lucius against his own body, but it was mercifully faint.

He supposed he should be grateful that he'd been mostly in control.

Sometimes, a person could pull you so completely into themselves that their experiences felt like yours. No longer a spectator, you could feel what they felt, see what they saw, taste what they tasted...

A small whimper drew his attention back to the girl cradled against him. Something in him would not allow him to treat her with a rougher hand at the moment after what he'd seen.

Legilimency only took moments to view what you wished, but he felt as though he'd been in her mind for hours. He lifted Katja with ease and brought her to his office, waving away the wards on his personal chamber and depositing her on the couch in his small sitting room.

Severus carefully tucked a small couch pillow beneath her head and summoned a blanket. He draped it over her, searching her unconscious face.

After a moments contemplation he walked to his cabinet and grabbed a Dreamless Sleep draught. He brought it back to the girl in his sitting room, using his thumb to separate her lips and open her mouth enough so he could poor it down her throat.

Katja swallowed reflexively and Severus felt himself relax. She'd have a horrendous headache when she woke, but he had a potion on hand to help her with that. For now, he would go into his office and let her sleep.

He had a lot to think about.