A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment 12 Cybersecurity Threats

Task #4 - Password Attack: This is one of the most dangerous attacks because it is often not due to any user error or input. These attacks can happen without the user knowing or clicking on anything suspicious.

Write about someone learning a secret about another person.

Word count: 603

Warning: mentions of abuse, dub con

She was his reward,

his prize for keeping up appearances.

She was broken and beaten,

submissive when he raised her head.

Their eyes met, hers burning with fire that

even the Dark Lord himself hadn't

been able to quench.

She was his now, and he knew,

she would have to learn to hide that fire.

No one could know, could suspect the truth.

He tossed her on silk sheets, pretending she didn't deserve them,

pretending that her skin didn't compliment the cobalt sheets,

that he didn't love the way her tangle of curls looked upon his pillow.

She was special. She was his, but he knew she hated him,

hated who he was, who he pretended to be.

He was the enemy, a Death Eater, just another man to

take from her, to destroy her in hopes of finding out any little

gleam of information she might hold.

He didn't see her like that. She was something else to him.

Yes, he'd been given her as a prize, as something to corrupt,

to ruin, but he couldn't.

He was gentle with her when they were alone.

He never forced her to her knees, never forced himself upon her.

He took care of her wounds, healed her as best he could.

Made her tea when she cried, held her when she cried,

he was everything she'd ever dreamed of in a man.

Slowly, he could see something in her eyes other that hate.

He could see the gears of her mind clicking into place,

figuring out the secret he couldn't actively tell her.

Spy. That was the word that graced her lips.

He merely nodded, sitting on the bed next to her.

He knew what the Dark Lord was thinking, him and her alone

in his room. He knew what everyone thought he was doing with

his little prize.

Instead, he was stroking her hair, holding her as she cried,

realizing that it wasn't all lost, that there was still hope.

Together they could bring it down from the inside,

together they could figure out a way to survive.

A plan was put in place.

A decoy made, a pretended slip of the tongue,

she was perfect in her new position,

a beauty to behold when her brain was used

to create the downfall of it all.

He loved her, a feeling he'd felt stirring from the moment

he'd held her in his arms.

He loved her, and if they survived this, he would confess it,

he would stand on the tallest tower and scream it to the world.

She had saved him, she was his prize, his reward.

Their plan fell into perfect place,

no one suspecting the information was wrong,

no one suspecting a trap. They'd covered their trail too well.

Soon the war reached a fever pitch.

Hexes and curses fired on both sides,

the battlefield leveled as bodies fell.

Light, Dark, Death didn't care,

he collected them all the same.

Once the smoke cleared, once

the last shot had been fired.

She was standing there, head raised in triumph as

he rushed to her arms. They kissed, ignoring

the sounds of shock, the sounds of disbelief.

He loved her! She loved him.

Together they were unstoppable,

together they had brought the war to an end.

He proclaimed his love from the highest tower,

from the lowest dungeon,

soon the world knew of their love,

how she was his and he was hers,

his prize, his reward, for a life filled

with horror, with terror and abuse,

she was the good at the ending of it all.

His prize, his reward.