Ok this is said chapter I mentioned that might upset some people, so if you're uncomfortable with fictional statutory rape...then I would suggest reading no further. (But then you shall never find out what happpppennssssss) ;D mwahahaha

A few days after the second task, Hermione and I had finished our breakfast and were on our way to potions. As usual, she was babbling on about some intellectual shit I had no idea about. I just smiled and nodded, pretending I was listening. We arrived just after class had started. Much to my surprise, professor Snape had been mute the whole week. He didn't look at me at all throughout classes, nor did he pick me to do demonstrations. It seemed like a blessing at the time, but hell, was I wrong.

That day, Snape had a beautiful grey snake, which he had borrowed from Hagrid, locked in a crate on his desk. I wasn't quite sure what he was going to do with it, but he had placed a bottle of potion next to the cage. Harry and I looked at each other, "What's he up to?"

"Quiet." He silenced us and started class. "This," He turned to the snake, "is a black mamba, one of the most poisonous and deadly snakes on the planet. And this," He picked up the bottle of potion and eyed me, "is veritaserum, a potion that forces the drinker to tell the truth and spill their darkest secrets..." I gulped, and without thinking, grabbed Harry's hand under the table. He didn't pull away, despite the pain, or even question me, he just squeezed back; I think he knew what Snape was up to.

"Let's have a volunteer." Of course, no one raised their hands, but even if they had of, our professor wouldn't have called on them. He turned straight to me. "Ah, Woodcroft." He picked up the cage and placed it right in front of me. My eyes widened.

Has he gone bloody mad?!

"Have you anything to tell the class...or the snake?" Snape asked. He was obviously trying to get the 'secret' out of me again.

"...Well, you've just put a great big poisonous snake within inches of one of your students...Seems you're waiting for something dangerous to happen. I'd call you an animal but that'd be an insult to the snake..."

"OOOOOOOHHHHHH!" The class exploded with laughter. I had no idea where that had come from...I'd never of dreamt of back-talking a teacher like that.

"Silence..." He ordered. Once the class had quietened down, he looked back at me, his eyes dark and hateful, "5 points will be taken from Ravenclaw for Woodcroft's petty insolence."

Class was nearly over, and I watched the clock on the wall to time my escape like I did every day. I felt in danger whenever I was in Snape's presence. When class finally ended, I jumped from my seat, grabbed my things and made sure I was the first one out of the room. When I was near the end of the corridor, I stopped and tried to catch my breath. I had escaped another dreadful confrontation, or so I thought. I was grabbed by the back of my cloak and pulled backward. I struggled to free myself from the powerful grasp, but it was no use; Snape was too strong.

Before I knew it, I was back in the dark potions classroom. The professor locked the door and stormed over to me, "YOU STUPID GIRL, HOW DARE YOU HUMILIATE ME IN FRONT OF MY OWN CLASS? WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" I started to back away. "Oh, that's right, you don't know." He laughed, slowly following me, "WELL, YOU'RE GOING TO TELL ME RIGHT NOW, WOODCROFT, OR ELSE THERE'LL BE HELL TO PAY."

My god, he's insane!

I stood behind a desk for protection. Unfortunately for me, Snape was furious, and in no mood to chase me around the classroom. He flipped the desk, grabbed my throat, and forced me against the wall. A small light emerged from his wand as he cast the lumos charm.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I gasped, hardly able to breath. My eyes started to sting from the bright light, "Please! Let me go! I don't know what you're talking about!" He released me slowly.

"You silly girl…" Snape locked our lips together. He tasted like liqueur, and blood. He started fondling my chest, and I whimpered into his mouth.

Then, like on Halloween night, he leaned in and whispered hotly in my ear, "You don't think I knew that you were in the Gryffindor dormitory because you were fucking about with Potter...You're going to pay for it...You're going to tell me your secret." He used the nox charm, turning the room pitch black. The sound of my screams could've been heard throughout the entire castle if it weren't for the silencing charm. It may have helped me survive the second task, but all it did that day was ruin my life.

I lay on the cold floor in the dark with tears running down my face. I couldn't think of why Snape would resort to this. I had never done anything to anyone. I was so confused, and angry. I wondered if Snape was putting Harry through hell too, considering he too was 'hiding something'. I groaned. Every part of my body was in extreme pain; Snape had bitten, scratched, clawed, and tortured every inch of me. I couldn't even get myself to stand up.

"Help..." I whispered. No response. Then I remembered the black mamba. Snape had set it loose after leaving the room. "Hesleuf..." I hissed. "Ai hesleuf..."

Help me...

In a matter of seconds, the black mamba was at my side with my clothes in its mouth. It set them down, "Ai aʃe Elani." I struggled to get up and put my clothes on as I listened to the black mamba, Elani, tell me some unwelcome news. She told me that I was in great danger, that in a matter of months, a dark secret would be revealed and change my life forever. According to her, that confrontation with Snape wasn't the end of it.

In exchange for her help, I promised Elani I'd set her free after the school year. She coiled around my arm, hid under my cloak sleeve, and hung on as I left the room, weak and damaged.

I spent dinner with my head on the table; I was too embarrassed and ashamed to show my face. Snape was staring at me coldly from the other end of the Great Hall. He was probably enraged that even after what he had done to me, I still refused to tell him my 'secret'.

"Are you alright, Fay? What happened to you?" Hermione looked at my face once I raised my head. She lifted up my cloak sleeve and revealed my wounds.

"...I fell." I said.

"…No, you didn't." Hermione looked over at Snape who was still staring. "Fay, what did professor Snape do to you?"

There she goes again being fucking nosy...

"Nothing..."

"Fay, tell me."

"HE DID NOTHING, HERMIONE." I got up from the table and ran out of the Great Hall, tears flooding my eyes.