A/N: Oh god, I'm SO sorry this is late. I had no time to write with my job over Christmas, and I still don't have a beta so I need to re-read and million check everything! Thanks for the reviews, but still review!

Warning: There is a very upsetting scene in this chapter, read at your own risk. (I'm not a bril writer, but it's an upsetting topic.)

Chapter 12
Or,
Dumbledores Army, Feelings and Punishment.

People were still on the dance floor, twirling in sync to the music under the shimmering disco ball, couples were kissing chastely in between dances, and if you were the Marauders- you were doing the tango on a table with a bottle of butterbeer in your hand. And if you were the Marauder's dates, you were standing as far away from the four boys as possible, pretending you didn't know them at all.

Isabelle sighed contentedly, staring at Sirius- who was thrusting his hips in a way that would be done in a salsa, not a tango. "I can't believe that life has sorted itself out so quickly."

Lily smiled, and hugged her friend quickly. "I can't believe that James and Sirius know how to dance."

Isabelle laughed, and gave Lily as glass of wine from a nearby table. "Most purebloods know how to dance."

A cold, harsh voice came from behind the girls- it was a voice that turned water to ice, and Lily and Isabelle were frozen to the spot.

"And most purebloods know exactly how to eliminate the enemy, or shall I say, the scum?" Lucius Malfoy came into sight, flanked by Rabastan and Rodolphus Lestrange, Avery and Severus. They all were wearing smug smiles, as if they were gloating about something they had done- or were about to do.

Lily narrowed her eyes, her Gryffindor and Prefect instinct kicking in. "The only scum that needs eliminating from this world, is you, Malfoy or shall I say Death Eater?"

Lucius smirked. "Say what you like, Mudblood, you won't be speaking like that for much longer."

And with one final chorus of 'Mudblood' and 'Scum', the Slytherins sauntered off.

"Don't let them ruin your night, Lils." Isabelle said, sending her a concerned look.

Lily smiled. "Don't worry, I won't. Their night will be ruined, not mine."

Before Isabelle could ask what Lily had planned, Sirius burst into view. "Oi, what are you doing standing in a corner?!"

Isabelle rolled her eyes. "What a way to greet your date, Sirius."

Sirius waved his hand to dismiss her comment. "Never mind chit chatting, love, we're off on that dance floor!" He pulled a rose from his pocket, bowed dramatically, and grabbed her hand to drag her away from Lily, just as James approached.

"Do you want to dance?" He asked her.

Lily pulled a face. "You're not trying to trap me so you can thrust to me, are you?"

James gaped like a fish. "No, of course I'm bloody not! But now that you mention it…."

Lily punched him lightly, drained the remainder of her wine and followed James onto the dance floor- they spent a good hour dancing continuously, chatting idly about Christmas and other unimportant things.

"Are you staying here for Christmas this year?" James asked.

"I'm not sure, depends on how things go with my family." She pulled a face of disgust.

"Oh?" He replied, raising his eyebrows while twirling her around in his arms.

"Petunia has a god awful boyfriend, Vernon, and I'm not sure if I can handle the comments like; 'Lily couldn't keep her boyfriend, look how great this fat pig is." Lily smiled. "What about you, are you staying?"

"I'm going for a few days; mother wants me there at Christmas to see me which just means she wants to quiz me about everything." He groaned and frowned. Lily though it was cute.

She mentally slapped herself for calling James cute, before saying: "Oooh, finding out the dirty secrets of James' life, that I would like to see."

Sirius' voice came over Lily's shoulder. "We've been trying to see them for six years, Lily Pad, so I'll doubt you'll get very far."

Lily laughed, and then she smirked. "I have something I could offer him though, you don't."

Sirius and James both stared at Lily as if she's just taken off all her clothes- as that was the most shocking thing you'd expect from Lily Evans in the middle of the hall full of people- they were both speechless. James was shocked that Lily had even processed that thought, never mind saying it. Sirius was just as shocked as James was, he never in his life expected Lily to think about giving James something- they hated each other, well James loved her, she hated him and it wasn't going to change; Sirius was still dizzy from their sudden friendship; he didn't question it though, it was nice to have a peaceful common room without Lily's cries of outrage, and James yells of innocent protests.

Lily rolled her eyes. "You two are the Casanova's of Hogwarts, and you are both rendered speechless when I say something!" She laughed, just as Dumbledore took his place in the centre of the dance floor.

"We are drawing to an end to out lovely ball, but I have a nagging suspicion that tonight is just beginning for some of you." He chuckled, followed by a chorus of laughing from the students in the great hall. "I just wanted to… remind some of you the reason for our ball. We are coming together, due to the circumstances of the inevitable war, now I don't want to darken the mood- I am not, to use a common phrase, 'a party pooper'- however, some of you, given your behaviour to some to some other students tonight, you need reminding that we are working together to bring those dark forces outside down, and that we will eventually succeed." He ended his speech with a dark look towards the Slytherins- not all of them, Dumbledore wasn't prejudice- and then he smiled.

The Slytherins, who he had addressed, knew he had overhead their conversations with several Muggleborns in the hall, and they all yelled- some Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs called with them: "You're a fool Dumbledore." It was actually pretty concerning, how they all said it together. Lily frowned, and walked beside Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore isn't a fool." She told them. "I am one of those people that Lord Voldemort is targeting, my blood status, my family, we're all at risk. If you think that we're just going to sit by and let him ruin our lives, then you are the fools. I'm willing to help defeat him, and his awful followers, and we will." She had no idea where her confidence came from, and in reality she felt a bit stupid, but that soon disappeared when James, Sirius, Isabelle, Remus, Peter, Alice, Frank, Marlene, Hestia, and some other unknown faces appeared behind her.

"And what are you lot?" A faceless Slytherin sneered.

"We're Dumbledore's army." James smiled. Lily looked up to him and grinned. Then, the 15 or so Gryffindors that had all joined Lily's side, all shouted. "Dumbledore's army we are!"

Dumbledore had tears in his eyes, he smiled a soft but genuine smile, then told the band the play more music, and he pulled Professor McGonagall onto the floor and danced along with her. Lily had never seen anything more hilarious in her life, Professor Dumbledore waltzing with her head of house; it was a great end, to a fabulous night.

That fabulous night didn't last much longer, as you may have guessed.

A quality belonging to those in Slytherin is the ability to plan and carry out revenge. You upset a Slytherin, and you will pay for it. No matter whom you may be. So, when Lily Evans- an up to no good Mudblood, in their eyes- stood up against the Dark Lord, in front of everybody, and slated him and his plans; she had asked for trouble.

Lily was unaware of their plans, of course; otherwise it wouldn't really be revenge; you need the element of surprise for revenge. And James was unaware that Lily had pissed of some Slytherins, otherwise he would have thought twice about his actions.

Lily and James were still on the dance floor, until Lily finally gave in to the terrible pain in her feet.

"James, I don't think I can dance anymore!" She told him, gripping tightly onto his hand to prevent her from falling over. James grinned and without comment he picked Lily up bridal style and carried her out of the hall. Lily yelped at first, screamed second, and then settled for laughing.

"James Potter, put me down now." She looked at him with a stern face, but he was grinning, which only made her laugh. James continued to carry her, grinning and tickling her slightly every time she turned to protest, or tell him off; they finally reached a secluded corridor. It wasn't much like a corridor, it was more like a hall; it was huge, wide and it looked- from what Lily could tell of the décor- like it was outdoors. There were huge trees standing tall, covered in pink and lilac blossoms, there were butterflies fluttering around, and Lily was simply amazed.

James put her down gently- he didn't want her falling over- and he took in the beautiful sight in front of him. Lily started walking around, looking at all of the plants in their full bloom; she was smiling up at the butterflies, and other mysterious creatures she hadn't saw before in her life. She didn't wonder why James had brought her here, she didn't care; she'd had a perfect night, and this was just making her night even better. She thought idly about Isabelle and Sirius, Alice and Frank, and Remus and his date, but she didn't linger on them too long, she just hoped they were having a wonderful night like she was- she hadn't said goodbye to them, so she felt a bit bad. Her worry of not saying goodbye soon vanished when James grabbed her by the waist and turned her around so she was facing him.

She looked up at him; she looked directly in his eyes. His perfect, rich hazel eyes that were shining with happiness, hope and love, bore into her timid, yet excited eyes. Lily was smiling up at him and James couldn't resist what he'd be resisting all night. He leaned forward quickly, so quickly Lily didn't have time to register what he was doing until he was doing it, his lips caressed hers and she gasped in surprise. Lily let her eyes flutter shut, and her lips responded to his; she kissed him back, his lips were soft and he tasted of the wine he must have drunk earlier. James was rubbing small circles on her lower back, and her hand found its way into the perfect mess of hair. She tangled her fingers around it and tugged slightly causing James to moan softly.

Lily snapped out of the perfect evening haze. The rational, sensible part of her brain- her subconscious- had been relaxing all night, letting her inner goddess do all the work, but now it jumped back to work. Her subconscious was yelling at Lily, telling her that this was James Potter she was snogging in some hallway, while her inner goddess countered her, telling Lily to carry on kissing him because it's what she wanted.

But was it what Lily wanted?

Lily pulled back out of the kiss, in a way that wouldn't startle James, and she took several steps back. She looked up at him through her lashes; his face was lit up like a child's at Christmas, could she break his heart? I don't fancy James Potter. She told herself. It was the wine, the room, the mood; I didn't want to hurt him. She was searching for excuses; she couldn't like James Potter, could she?

"Lily?" James asked a sweet grin plastered onto his face.

"I have to go." She told him. She shook her head and headed for the door- we walked through a door? She asked herself, she hadn't been paying much attention to her surroundings. You're being stupid, Lily.

"Why?" James asked. The grin he was wearing slowly fell from his face.

"I didn't want that. I don't need it. I have to go." She needed to walk quicker, but the pain in her feet prevented her from running. She refused to take her heels off. She wasn't going to walk up to the Gryffindor common room like that; she was going to return with dignity.

James gaped at her. "Lily, come on. You can't deny what just happened."

"I can, and I am." She snapped.

"Why are you being like this?" He asked, his heart aching already. James really thought that he had made the right move with Lily; she kissed him back, not just for a second either. Lily had kissed him back, and now she was just running as if James had forced her?

"I can't do it, okay?" She said weakly. "I don't know why I kissed you back, maybe I wasn't thinking straight, I don't know. But I do know this: I wouldn't do it again, it was a spur of the moment and I just can't do anything like that."

James threw his hands up. "That's right, come up with pathetic excuses to hide your feelings!"

"I do not have feelings for you, Potter." She snapped turning to narrow her eyes at him.

"That kiss suggests otherwise." He pointed out.

"You think you're great, you think taking me to a ball and dancing with me will win my heart over? Why can't you just be happy with what you had, James? We hated each other for years, then we became friends, and you're willing to throw that away by kissing me?" Lily was walking backwards to the door as she spoke.

"I don't want your friendship, Lily; I want a better relationship with you. I like you." He told her, moving towards her.

"I don't want the same. I was happy with being friends, now you've ruined it!" She yelled.

"You kissed me back. You can deny it until you're blue in the face, but you can't change it. You don't kiss people you don't like."

Lily rolled her eyes. "I'm not denying that I kissed you back, I know I did, and I wouldn't deny it. I kissed you back, but I don't like you! Why don't you face it? You're not going to be in any relationship with me at all."

"You're just scared!" He yelled, shaking his head with exasperation.

"My last relationship ended with my heart being broken. My heart was crushed and it may have looked like I'm fine, but I'm not. He was the first guy I'd truly had feelings for, and I'm not about to get over the fact he cheated on me. I can't trust myself, let alone somebody like you!" She spat.

James looked like Lily had just slapped him. "What do you mean somebody like me?"

"James Potter, the arrogant, selfish, quidditch player who has bedded more girls than I've had hot dinners. You can't be trusted, you may say you like me, but I don't believe it. You'll have said that to other girls before, and I'm not about to join the queue so you can say it to me." She yanked the door open and walked into the corridor, hurrying along it.

"Lily!" James called after her. "Lily, please, just let me have a chance to show you?"

"No, James. Stay away from me." She yelled back, disappearing around the corner. Tears were already slipping down her face, she didn't know why, but she just let them fall. She felt awful, deep down inside, for saying those things to James. Her mind kept showing her his heartbroken face, and Lily told herself he deserved it- even though she didn't believe that.

Why did I kiss him back? Why did I give him the chance to kiss me? I shouldn't have gone to the ball with him; I should have stayed in the common room or went alone. She was asking herself multiple questions like this as she ran along the hall, she didn't care that her feet were pounding and begging her to stop putting so much pressure on them, the pain was taking her mind off James. She turned the corner and started running up the stairs, when a hand pulled on her shoulder causing Lily to fall back down the stairs.

"Ah, fuck." She mumbled, going to stand back up, when she felt a huge weight weighing her down. She opened her eyes to see a very clean looking Severus Snape perched on top of her. "Severus?" She asked, she wasn't sure whether she was having a dream, or whether this was reality.

"Evans." He replied.

Oh, shit. Lily thought, noticing that Lucius Malfoy flanked Severus, along with the other future death eaters that Lily couldn't name with a throbbing headache. The weight which was Severus Snape disappeared from her.

"I'm not doing it, Malfoy. It's wrong." Snape was saying to the older, Malfoy boy.

Malfoy only smirked. "You know you have to. You don't have a choice."

"Can't you?"

"I'm not going to be tainted by a Mudblood. Punish her, Snape, or you will be punished."

Another thing about Slytherins, when given the choice to save themselves, or somebody else; they'll always pick themselves. They are selfish; they'll save their own skin. It's natural to them.

The weight was back on Lily, binding her arms above her head. Her dressed was ripped slightly, as Severus tore it up above her hips. Lily wriggled and struggled, only making the weight heavier on her.

"No. Stop. Please." Lily begged, the tears started rolling down her cheeks again, and she wished she hadn't left James' side. She felt protected there; he gave that sense of love and protection that Lily really needed now. Lily continued to beg, asking Severus to stop what he was doing. He slapped her, and when she didn't stop yelling, he punched her- silencing her for now. He made quick work of her underwear, followed by his own. Lily tried to scream again, but a silencing charm had been cast on her, as well as a body bind curse. She was stuck.

Snape was already inside of her, thrusting, his movements very clear to the Death Eaters which were dotted around as lookouts. Lily was internally screaming, begging, and wishing she was somewhere else- even back with her lips locked with James. She closed her eyes tight; she didn't want to see Severus Snape thrusting on top of her as the feeling was enough punishment. She was in pain, mentally and physically, and she just wanted to be in her room curled up on her side sobbing. She wanted Alice, or Marlene, she wanted her parents, heck she'd even take Petunia right now- she just needed comfort, she needed to be told everything was going to be okay. Lily could feel Snape nearing finishing his 'deed', and she was thankful when he left her, and the weight was no more. She timidly opened one eye to see a grinning bunch of Death Eaters, clearly happy that they'd reduced a Mudblood to a bloody mess. They vanished as quickly as they appeared, and Lily sat up. She was dizzy, she felt sick, and she was alone in a deserted corridor- the only thing that could be heard was the eco from Lily's sobs.

She dragged herself up from the floor. Had her first magical friend just forced her into sex? Yes, he had. He'd done that because he wanted to belong to the dark side, and Lily felt even sicker just knowing it was Severus that had done it. She knew- her mother had told her several times- that her virginity was a precious thing, and you only give it willingly and with a clear head. Fair enough, Lily was waiting and she probably was very inexperience, but she didn't care. Her career was more important than shagging somebody in between classes, and now, she'd gone a lost her virginity on a stone cold floor, to her ex-bestfriend, for being a Mudblood.

She tried to walk up to the Common Room, maybe she should go to the Hospital Wing and report it, but she really just wanted a shower and her bed. Ever step she took sent pain flying through her body, from her aching feet, and now she had the pain of losing your virginity- she knew it would hurt, but being raped while a virgin, hurt ten times as much.

"Lily?" A voice came from behind a pillar. Lily screamed. No, no not again. She thought.

"Hey, Lily, what's wrong?" Sirius emerged from behind the pillar, frowning.

"Why?" Lily asked, trying to put on a brave face.

"You screamed when I said your name…" Sirius chuckled. "I never thought I'd say that." Oh great, sex jokes. Lily thought, smiling. "And, you look like you've just had kinky sex in a bush or something." Lily shuddered.

"You have had sex!" Sirius shouted.

"Sirius, shut up!" Lily said.

"It was with James, wasn't it?" Sirius teased.

Lily shuddered again. "No. It wasn't with James, it wasn't with anybody I'd like to repeat the experience with- if I ever do- and it most certainly wasn't kinky."

Sirius frowned. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Yes, Sirius, I am. I was raped." She whispered, when her body let go another round of spine tingling sobs.

Sirius nearly passed out. He couldn't figure out who would want to do that- especially to Lily. Yes, she was pretty and she has plenty of admirers, but she's not somebody you want to mess with. That girl can do harm. Sirius wrapped his arms around Lily and rubbed her arms to try and sooth her.

"You'll be alright, Lily. I'll kick his sorry arse." Sirius said, while picking her up and carrying her to the hospital wing.

He laid her in the bed furthest away from the door, and he sat and stroked her hair while he tried to coax her into sleep. Her eyes fluttered shut, but Sirius stayed where he was. He didn't move for the whole night, he didn't dare to sleep- he stayed awake, his mind reeling; he couldn't figure out what greasy slime ball would want to do this.

And then it hit him.

Severus Snape had raped Lily Evans.