Chapter 44: The one where I dance with the devil.

Disclaimer: I am just a mere visitor in the sublime world constructed by J.K Rowling. Anything that rings a bell is hers.

A/N: Hey guys, sorry for taking so long to update, been really busy with my uni work at the moment. Just a reminder, this is rated M for a reason, the following scenes are not for sensitive readers…

Trigger warning: violence, sexual assault.

Previously on Phoenix Accession:

My head felt heavy with sleep. I looked left and right and quickly crossed the thankfully deserted street. I reached the door to Honeydukes smiling as if I crossed the ribbon at the end of a race. And Li said I could never be a spy…maybe I was more robber than spy right now, but I was definitely a sleuth.

I pulled out my wand and pointed it at the door, a second later it went whizzing out of my hand. I barely let out a gasp when everything went black, and I felt something cold hit my back hard.

Chapter 43

The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the stench of firewhisky mixed with mould.

The second thing I noticed was that I couldn't move.

I looked to my left seeing broken-wood sealed windows. I looked to the right spotting scratched walls.

I tried moving again but couldn't. I tried harder, but it just made my head pierce. I suddenly was very aware of the cold and looked down horrified. I was lying on a dusty old mattress without my hoodie, now clad just in the strappy vest that I wouldn't walk out of my dorm wearing. The invisible bonds had my hands pinned above my head and my vest rode upwards and the cold radiated outwards from my exposed waist.

"The Lambie awakes. You revive quickly. So feisty even in unconsciousness."

I tried to crane my neck to get a view of the speaker, but he positioned himself in such a way that that was impossible. Even though I couldn't see him, his choice of word brought me back to the night of the Quidditch World Cup…lamb.

"Want to get a peek at your prince? I'm hurt…I was so sure my mere touch would evoke a memory."

I felt cold fingers run up my arm and I would squirm if I could. I heard his dark laugh echo through the room,

"I see you do remember." The cold spread to my face. "You on the other hand are so much more than I remember. The months have been kind to you, you're less girl…more woman. It took my all not to have you right there in the streets. But that wouldn't do would it…unnecessary attention would attract…would interrupt."

The bed shifted and all I could think was, 'Think Ky! Don't let the fear distract you. THINK'.

Everything was a clue; I didn't have my wand, but I didn't use a wand to beat him the last time. I was obviously somewhere he deemed safe…that meant deserted. Somewhere that he wouldn't get interrupted. I looked at the boarded-up window…so familiar. Then it hit me…the Shrieking Shack.

I was still in Hogsmeade.

"Imagine my…excitement… when I saw you, sneak out of that Herbology shop. It seems fate is in our favour chère…what were the chances that you are in Hogsmeade the exact same time that I am? And at this damnable hour to boot."

Think Ky. You cannot see him, but you can hear him, commit it to memory. Was that a French word he just used? His accent didn't sound French though.

You could feel him, the coldness ghosted across my stomach, smooth hands. The hands ascended higher and higher and then it left. More shifting on the bed and then he loomed above me.

He had his mask on… look at everything else. He was tall and thin, broad shoulders. He was wearing a black sweater with black pants. It looked expensive.

I could hear him breathing heavily behind the mask; I concentrated but couldn't see much of him in the dark except the shiny mask. I tried moving again but failed, my head burst with the pain.

He leaned forward and the little light shining from the window passed over his mask, I could see his black orbs swirl with greed. He lifted his mask a little, exposing well defined lips. I knew what was coming but I refused to close my eyes and cry.

No, that was weakness; this atrocious excuse for a human was weak. I was strong. I would keep my eyes open through all of it and show him how I would not break. Then I felt it, cold fingers on my lower thigh, it burned like a hot stoker.

Suddenly it disappeared with a "fuck!"

I watched as he held his right hand and fell out of view. "Fuck. Shit."

" You have protective spells on you! Where the fuck are they!"

Even if I were allowed to speak, I would not have known the answer. I had no idea that I had protective charms on me.

I then felt his cold fingers on my chest, I felt him pull at something around my neck.

"I thought you looked sexy with this little locket; I liked the way it shined between your tits. I see it's the hindrance though."

He swore again. "Fucking hell, protective spells on the locket itself."

He laughed; it didn't sound evil…just normal but to me it was the most horrible sound. His voice echoed maliciously, "I won't take it off then."

Suddenly I couldn't breathe, I couldn't hear anything but the sound of the blood flowing in my ears, I couldn't even gasp with the spell he had placed on me, I could feel wetness on my cheeks, and then it was gone. At least that's what I thought, but I still couldn't breathe properly.

"Let's just loosen it a little bit, we don't want you dying now do we, but it is just so erotic watching you gasp for air. Fuck… look at you."

I could barely see from the tears blurring my view, but I could hear the clink of something that sounded like metal. I felt it again, coldness, this time it was at my waist.

"Fucking Founders more fucking spells!" There was a pain in my abdomen then, sharp, and intense.

My head was getting heavier with the lack of sufficient air.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

With each swear I felt the pain increase in my abdomen, I felt like I was being stabbed but there was no knife, nor blood.

There was the laugh again, dull though. Like he was far away.

"I like this though, I like it! You're like a puzzle. I love puzzles. Now where's the next piece, oh I see it. Ahhhh it's just as tricky as that prize between your tits. Oh, but this is much easier to solve than that. If I can't get it off your wrist all I have to do is…"

Suddenly there was a slash of pain at my wrist, and this time I felt blood...my DragonStone bracelet from Nonno… he must have charmed it.

My whole body was on fire, I couldn't breathe, and my head was bursting, I could feel a warmth across my stomach with a pain so intense I didn't know how I was not screaming even with his curse on me...

But this was breaking point, the feel of the DragonStone at my wrist.

A reminder of what it was.

A reminder of who I am.

Everything went black for a second.

The next I was standing weakly, gasping for breath, tugging at the locket begging it to let go. I coughed up blood and the pressure of it forcing its way through my unaccommodating air passage made me scream in pain as it grated against my oesophagus.

"I see Lambie wants to play."

I turned around quickly but was too late, I seemed to have flung him off, but he still had his wand, and I felt a sharp pain across my thigh.

"Let's see you fly without wings."

I fell hard to my knees and my face hit the floor with a deafening thud. I felt a hand in my hair turning me around, the silver mask in my line of sight…again. If it was possible my head ached more as a searing pain shot from its crown. Everything was so heavy, so black. So… No!

I felt my hands being pushed above my head. "NOOOOOO."

This time it wasn't in my head, it burned on its way out, but the sound of my voice seemed to be the fuel I needed.

I was Albus Dumbledore's granddaughter.

I could hear the voices as they whispered, 'that's Dumbledores great great great granddaughter.'

'She's brilliant because she's Dumbledore's granddaughter.'

'You take after your Nonno in transfiguration Bane'. Minnie.

'You have your grandfather's annoying penchant for lost cases'. Sev.

Whistling and humming. Nonno.

I was Kyrianna Thornton. I never needed a wand to perform magic and I can think about breathing later.

I picked my knee up and it connected with something cold and hard. I felt the weight leave me; it was an old trick but effective.

I concentrated on the words, defodio. I heard him screech knowing that the spell had worked; repeating it again and again in my head, hoping it would gouge his whole body into nothingness.

Unfortunately, it didn't, and I felt shrapnel pierced my back as I hit the opposite wall. Don't feel Ky. Don't think Ky. Just do.

I flung my wrist forward and thought the words and heard a crash. I stood up quickly ignoring all the pain and conjured the ropes around his neck and concentrated on holding it there, on making it tighter. Nonno. Li. Len. Mi. Minnie. Sev. Nonno. Mi. Sev... Len. Hold it, just like that. Keep it there. Nonno…no….no…everything was getting heavy, dark…and then I felt it. All the pain. My hand fell to the ground, and I collapsed.

"Bitch!" Kick, kick, kick, kick.

"Flagrante Grandis!"

And then I heard somebody screaming, a blood curdling scream. Suddenly there was quiet. Everything was quiet.

"You made me break my toy!" a soft mutter, and then 'crack.'

Stop. Just stop. Stop. Stop! Stop!

"Stop!" I screamed, into the night's emptiness, blood splattering to the floor. And it did. The fire. It stopped.

But the pain didn't. I felt it everywhere. Sleep would take it away. You don't hurt when you sleep. I let my eyes close. NO! NO! NO! My eyes flashed open. I need my wand, I need…somebody.

I need to scream. I moved my lips, "help."

But it was just a rasp. I couldn't scream. If only there was a way of calling someone. Nonno. Sev. Nonno.

And then it hit me.

There was someone who always came when I called…

A/N: I feel terribly guilty for putting her through that…I tried to not to be gruesome for the sake of it and I hope that comes across, but at the same time I needed to be true to how I think the perpetrator would act knowing what I know about them and what their intentions are – hopefully it will make sense in the future. Let me know what you think of this chapter on the way out – it was such a challenge to write.

Kalina