Warning: this chapter contains considerably darker themes than the rest of the story and is rated 'M'. Read at your own risk.

Chapter 6
Smooth Criminal

Parvati watched Theodore's stunning spell hit Dean square in the chest as he fell. She felt an unearthly scream issue from her mouth as she heard the sickening crack of Dean's head hitting the floorboards.

She couldn't move, she couldn't make a sound as she just stared at Dean's motionless body as rough hands grabbed her around the waist. She felt the urge to scream but all that came out was a strangled cry as Theodore turned on the spot, swinging her around with him. Nothing happened.

He cursed wildly and dragged Parvati over to Dean's fireplace. She was still numb and couldn't tear her eyes away from Dean.

"Stupid bastard doesn't even have floo powder!" Theodore growled, banging his fist down on the mantelpiece.

It was the smashing of the glass in the frame of the picture that brought Parvati back to her senses. Theodore grabbed her again, slung her over his shoulder and began walking towards the door. She opened her mouth and found that she could scream again. She let out a long, high pitched scream, hoping that someone would hear and come out to see her being kidnapped. She kicked, clawed and struggled against Theodore's grip but he was too strong. She screamed again, this one louder than before.

"Don't bother, bitch," Theodore muttered menacingly as they walked outside, "I've put silencing charms on everyone's doors."

Parvati stopped screaming abruptly as Theodore jabbed her in the side with something long and hard; his wand.

"If you really wanted to stop me, you would've snapped it and thrown it in the Thames you stupid bloody idiot," he said, "You're hopeless… but I've enjoyed playing your little game."

He muttered a few words and seconds later set off in the opposite direction.

"Let me go, Nott," Parvati said as firmly as she could, still clawing at his back and kicking at his torso, "let me go or I swear I'll kill you."

Theodore laughed, "Ooh now I'm scared. I'm being threatened by a helpless girl who's slung over my shoulder with no weapon, I'm positively shitting myself."

"Don't patronise me," she said angrily as they turned down an alleyway, "I'm going to have you prosecuted."

"Oh, no I don't think that's going to happen," Theodore said, walking carefully down it and stopping between a piece of newspaper and corrugated iron, "You see, when I told you that I had enjoyed playing your little game I implied that it had finished, which it has… and now that I've played your game, it's only fair that you play mine."

He turned on the spot and disapparated. Parvati felt the familiar squeezing sensation of side along apparition. Seconds later, instead of appearing outside of their house, he appeared in a musty dank room; Parvati could barely see her own hands in front of her face. She heard Theodore light his wand beside her which threw the room into an eerie sort of light.

Parvati almost wished that he hadn't lit his wand.

"What is this place?" Parvati said, trying to sound confident but only succeeding in sounding like she needed the loo.

"This is the place where my game takes place isn't it?" Theodore said, throwing her down on the ground and knocking the wind out of her. As she struggled for breath, he flicked his wand at her and manacles appeared around her wrists and bound themselves to a ring on the wall, "And my game lasts for a lot longer than yours did Parvati, a lot longer… possibly even forever."

She could see his smile illuminated in the half light, making him look paedophilic and creepy as he advanced on her, his wand outstretched and a tent forming in the front of his pants.

"Get away from me," she tried but Theodore only laughed and flicked his wand again, vanishing her clothes. She shrieked in mortification and drew her legs up to her chest to try and preserve some of her dignity. Theodore moaned slightly at the sight of her vulnerable body exposed before him and started to unbutton his trousers. Parvati whimpered slightly and tried to shrink back into the wall, which proved hard when her hands were bound above her head.

"And Parvati," he said as he pulled his pants down and his erection sprang free, "my game is much more fun, for me anyway."

He pulled off his shirt and singlet until he was fully naked and standing over her, his wand still in his hand.

"Please," Parvati begged as he gave her a quick dose of the cruciatus curse, "please don't."

"But why not?" he asked mockingly, "It's fun."

"You bastard," Parvati said, fighting to keep tears from falling down her face.

"Thank you," Theodore said, pointing his wand carefully into her face, "Crucio."

The pain was worse than before when he had just left it on for a few seconds. She felt like she was being dipped in fire and cut open with knives on her already tender flesh. The pain that she was suffering now was nothing compared to what she had suffered before. She could hear someone laughing over the piercing screams that were sounding in her head as every bad memory that she'd ever had came back to haunt her. That was when she realised, they were her own screams that were issuing inside her head, except that they weren't inside her head. They were real, she was actually screaming and Theodore was actually laughing.

Suddenly, the pain faded away and she relaxed immediately, her body still tingling from where the white hot needles had pricked her.

"That was fun now, wasn't it Parvati?" Theodore said, "but it's about to get more fun."

With that, he put his wand down and lowered himself on top of her. She felt his cock touch her entrance and thrust inside eagerly. She arched her back and moaned slightly, she couldn't help it. He fondled her breasts as he thrust in and out with a steady rhythm, each time groaning with pleasure. She felt her hips buck against him and he stopped suddenly, looking down at her with disgust.
"You're enjoying this are you?" he growled before ramming his fist into her gut, knocking the wind out of her. She gasped for breath, but it wouldn't come, he had lowered himself back on top of her and was smothering her, making it nearly impossible to draw breath, but somehow, she managed to feeling like she was being attacked by a Boa constrictor every time she drew breath "This should teach you a lesson, you filthy whore," he growled Parvati felt tears start to roll down her cheeks as his thrusts became faster and it started to hurt. She didn't want this. She never had. She knew that sex was soemthing that you were supposed to have with the person that you loved the most in the world and that it was supposed to be enjoyable and meaningful and this was as far from it as you could get. She was powerless against him. There was nothing she could do to stop it. Her legs were bound as were her wrists and she hadn't seen her wand in god knows how long.

"Stop," she gasped and Theodore slapped her hard across the face. Her head snapped sideways and she tasted blood in her mouth. She cried out in pain only to receive another blow to the head which made her feel ill and dizzy. Pain seared through every fibre of her being and she wished that it would all stop. That all the pain and all of the hurt that she had suffered throughout the last six months would just go away and she would become numb. She didn't want to go on like this, she wanted to leave this world and never return. She could tell that Theodore was close to the edge as he grunted and groaned, each time making his thrusts rougher and harder until the rhythm of his pelvis against hers made her body move around on the cold stone floor.

She felt a warm sensation inside her and Theodore came with a groan of ecstasy He pulled out slowly and stood up, vanishing the come off his now soft cock with his wand and staring down at Parvati who was desperately trying to stop her lip from bleeding.

"Are you done yet?" she said trying to glare at him and stay strong but failing miserably.

"No," Theodore said as he re-dressed himself.

"What more can you do to me you bastard?" she said, her voice breaking on the word bastard, "You won't break me."

"Oh but I can certainly try," Theodore said and drove his foot into her stomach as hard as he possibly could. She doubled over, still naked and curled her knees up to her chest as the wind was knocked out of her again. She felt more blows descending on her; to her face, back, legs arms, everywhere that he could reach he kicked, punched, slapped or kneed. All Parvati could do was curl up in a ball and wish that one of the blows would kill her.

They didn't because she was very much alive when Theodore stopped kicking and punching her. She could feel bruises rising all over her body and pain throbbed through every vein in her body as she heard Theodore's footsteps moving away from her.

She raised her head slightly as a blinding light was released into the dark space and shielded her eyes from it.

"Where are you going?" she croaked as she made out a silhouette of Theodore climbing a ladder.

"Like I said," Theodore said, jumping up out of the hole and shielding some light from her eyes so that all she could see was his face, "my game could probably last forever."

And with that, he slammed the door, leaving the darkness pressing in on Parvati's mind.

~0~

The only thing that Dean was aware of was the fact that the back of his head hurt, a lot.

"What the hell?" he murmured as he opened his eyes blearily and looked around the room. It looked like there had been a radical party there last night and Dean felt like he had just woken up with a massive hangover. But however hard he had hit his head last night, he still remembered why his apartment was in this state and why he was so immediately bogged down with worry.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself, "Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck."

He jumped to his feet, making his head spin and staggered towards the door, scooping his wand up off the ground as he went. The door in question however, was still half way across his house and he had wondered how the hell that the people living at number five didn't notice that he had no door when their children went to school that morning. He put a hand to the back of his head and felt a large lump and a bruise forming there, no blood which wasn't always necessarily a good sign but it would have to do for now.

He glanced at the clock on his mantelpiece. Twelve o'clock. Almost seven hours since he had the fight with Theodore, seven hours that Parvati had been away from him for.

Waving his wand at the door, he levitated it back over to its frame and repaired it before proceeding to cast extra protective enchantments on it. He then sent a patronus into work telling Kingsley that he had found a case of his own to follow up and that he wouldn't be in today.

Grabbing his coat, wand and both muggle and wizard money, he hurried out of the apartment.

The only problem now was where to start. Dean was an auror but he had no experience in tracking people.

He sighed and started to walk towards the apparition alleyway. He supposed the best place to start would be to find out where Theodore Nott lived. Surely if he wasn't in the phone book, he would have to be registered in the Wizarding Household Department Building.

Dean reached the apparition safe point and turned on the spot, focussing on the lobby of the place that he wanted to go.

Seconds later he appeared with a pop in the middle of the room and continued walking as if he had not just had the air squeezed out of him by the process of Apparition.

"Hello," he said to the lady behind the counter who didn't look up from cleaning her nails, "Dean Thomas, Auror office," he flashed his identification at her, "I'm looking for the Nott residence."

"Just a moment," she said in a flat tone. Getting up out of her seat with a groan and making her way over to the huge filing cabinets at the back of the room. Using her wand, she located the N section and then proceeded to take ten minutes longer to find the file labelled Nott.

"What's the code?" she asked.

"Sorry?" Dean said, perplexed.

"The code to access Mr and Mrs Nott's records," she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Of course, Dean thought bitterly, of course there's a bloody code.

"I'm from the Auror office, I can override that," Dean tried, knowing that it would fail.

"Sorry sir, but we can't let you access their records without the code, I suggest you come back with it," she said, sitting back down and going back to cleaning her nails.

Dean swore under his breath, how the hell was he going to find her now? He had no address, no direction, no point of reference. He was left with essentially nothing.

The way Dean saw it, there were two options. Option one was to wonder around until he found her by chance, and option two was call in the aurors to help, which, despite being a sensible idea, would be a lot more trouble than it seemed and Dean didn't want to get on Kingsley's bad side.

Despite these thoughts, Dean found himself pushing in front of a young man in the floo powder line and shouting "Auror office, ministry of magic," as he stood in the green flames.

He felt himself be sucked away through the swirling vortex of fireplaces, seriously doubting that he could get anyone to believe him.

~0~

Parvati didn't know how long she had been there, only that it had been more than a few days. She knew because she could hear footsteps above her all day and nothing all night. She was bound by her hands to the wall and completely naked, (Theodore hadn't had the decency to redress her) and she was scared beyond belief.

It was so dark. It pressed in around her, weighing on her consciousness as all of her worst memories loomed in around her.

She was hungry and thirsty. Theodore hadn't been down there since he had left her there about three days ago. Three whole days; they said that you could last two weeks without food but only three days without water. Parvati knew that's what Theodore wanted; her off his hands. Her mouth was dry and parched and she knew that if she didn't get water by the end of the day when Theodore's footsteps stopped thumping overhead, that she would die.

She had accepted her fate. She had accepted it as soon as Theodore had told her that the game that he was playing would go on forever. She would not die of old age with a loving husband and Grandchildren, but she would die here in a dingy cellar without any food and water; starved to death by a man who dared call himself her husband.

She was so weak, so sore, she didn't want to think about what she looked like but she knew that she had dropped a fair amount of weight as her body tried to preserve what it could.

She didn't want to close her eyes, but she hadn't in three days and it was now becoming an effort to blink. Surely it would be so much easier just to close them for good, she was going to die anyway.

It was impossible to lie down, not with her hands tied above her head so she just let her head loll against her arm and her eyes shut, hopefully for the last time.

A blinding light forced its way through her eye lids and Parvati's immediate thought was that death had come a bit sooner than she had anticipated and how different it was to what she thought it would be like. She had pictured a long dark tunnel that she would walk along until she reached the end but maybe this was what dying was like, just blinding whiteness and someone endlessly calling her name…

~0~

She looked like death.

It had taken him three whole days with a full auror team to finally find Theodore Nott's place of residence and demand to see Parvati. When he had denied them, they had forced their way in and searched the house. It had been Dean that had found the trapdoor underneath the living room carpet and knew immediately where the bastard had been keeping her.

"Parvati," he said, slapping her face softly, "Parvati can you hear me?" he lit his wand and forced one of her eyelids open and shone the light into her eye. "Her pupils are dilating," he called, "she's still alive, someone get the healers here quickly, and get the bastard arse out of the house and have him carted to Azkaban."

He heard a scrabble for the ladder as three of the eight Aurors that were accompanying him on this mission went to carry out his orders.

One of Dean's fellow Aurors approached her, shining his wand in her face too.

"Bloody hell," he whispered, "She looks like she's dead already."

The light from his wand threw her waxen and bruised skin into sharper relief, making her seem vulnerable.

"How do you know her?" the auror asked, Dean didn't know his name.

"We went to School together," Dean said, tapping the chains with his wand so that they fell off Parvati's arms and she collapsed limply sideways into his arms, "She and I were pretty good friends."

The young auror nodded as Dean picked Parvati up and started to carry her towards the ladder of the staircase, vowing to himself that he would never let that bastard near her again.

AN: It's 3am

Why am I not tired?

This is weird…. Anyway, sorry for the fact that this was really vague. I was going to write it earlier but I got sidetracked with my NaNoWriMo novel which you can read at the end of November on both my fictionpress account and my wattpad account, links are on my profile.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and as always if you have the time, I'd love it if you could leave me a review telling me what you liked/didn't like because that would be something that I'd love to wake up to.

Anyway, to stop myself from waking up at like twelve tomorrow I'm going to bed now so that I can get some decent studying done because EXAMS THIS WEEK… fun!

Until Next Time

~The Original Horcrux~