Post by Scoleciphobic on Dec 28, 2004 22:13:18 GMT -5
Disclaimer: “Life sucks. Get over it. When you feel yourself falling down an empty elevator shaft, find yourself a metal bar, grab on tight, and start climbing back up. It’s gonna be hard, but it’ll be worth it.” –Rachael Jeeninga
Warning: I’m in a depressed mood, so I’m afraid this update will be too.
Note: Nothing is really said about Voldemort’s age, other than Harry has to travel back fifty years in CoS to get to him. Therefore, Voldemort is at least twenty years older than Harry’s parents, Sirius, Remus—that whole Marauder era. Please keep in mind that I am just estimating, it might not be true.
Don’t hate me.
--
The week passes by quickly and peacefully. By peacefully, everyone figures out you’re avoiding Sirius and helps. Even James (mostly because of Lily’s threats) manages to distract him with questions and comments about Quidditch long enough for you to disappear.
Severus seems to have slipped every teacher a potion that causes you to partner with everyone <i>but</i> Sirius. You constantly find yourself reminding yourself to thank him, and haven't noticed his growing fondness for you.
As the second week of school starts, you brace yourself for the run-in with Sirius that you know is bound to happen. After all, you have had an entire week to calm down and think.
To your surprise, however, a hand not belonging to Sirius grabs you on the way to your first class. Your surprise quickly turns to dread. Standing in front of you is none other than the Terrible Trio: Regulus Black, Lucius Malfoy, and Rabastan Lestrange.
“Have you told him yet?” Regulus sneers.
You feel your insides freeze. “N-no I’ve—”
“You’ve what? You’ve been busy,” he says, spitting the last word.
You just nod, not trusting your voice seeing as your focusing on not shaking uncontrollably.
“Busy doing what?! Cheating on your fiancé?!” he shouts.
“Regulus, calm down,” comes a voice from the shadows.
Your force yourself not to smile as Snape steps into your vision range.
“She’s cheating on me and angering the Dark Lord—and you’re telling me to calm down?!”<br>
“She’s been avoiding him all week,” he replies.
Instantly Regulus grins. “Good. That will make this easier then.”<br>
He nods at Rabastan who moves behind you. Before you can react, his arm wraps around your waist while the other claps over your mouth.
A coarse hand clamps itself over your mouth. You instantly try to move, but you find yourself tied to the bed; your legs are held apart. Suddenly you shiver as cold air hits your naked skin.
Naked?
“You will learn to regret your birth,” hisses a cold voice. “You also deserve this...”<br>
You scream against the hand.
You scream into Rabastan’s hand.
“this will only hurt unbearably for five seconds. Then it’ll sting,” Lucius says smirking as he pushes the sleeve of your robe up, so your arm is bare.
“Shame we must ruin such perfect skin,” he drawls, gently running his knuckle down your cheek.
You shiver.
“Just do it,” Regulus hisses.
You whimper as your knees buckle. Only Rabastan’s strength is keeping you upright.
“My pleasure to cause her such sweet pain,” he replies, his voice deepening and becoming husky.
“Oh move,” Regulus growls.
Instantly your fiancé’s face looms in front of you. An evil, maniacal grin appears on his face s he points his wand at your arm and whispers a spell you’ve never heard of. A brilliant white light shoots from his wand and hits your skin.
You scream again, writhing against Rabastan’s chest. The pain is so intense that you fear he’s cut off your arm, and don’t notice Rabastan groan. Then it becomes a just-tolerable sting.
Warning: I’m in a depressed mood, so I’m afraid this update will be too.
Note: Nothing is really said about Voldemort’s age, other than Harry has to travel back fifty years in CoS to get to him. Therefore, Voldemort is at least twenty years older than Harry’s parents, Sirius, Remus—that whole Marauder era. Please keep in mind that I am just estimating, it might not be true.
Don’t hate me.
--
The week passes by quickly and peacefully. By peacefully, everyone figures out you’re avoiding Sirius and helps. Even James (mostly because of Lily’s threats) manages to distract him with questions and comments about Quidditch long enough for you to disappear.
Severus seems to have slipped every teacher a potion that causes you to partner with everyone <i>but</i> Sirius. You constantly find yourself reminding yourself to thank him, and haven't noticed his growing fondness for you.
As the second week of school starts, you brace yourself for the run-in with Sirius that you know is bound to happen. After all, you have had an entire week to calm down and think.
To your surprise, however, a hand not belonging to Sirius grabs you on the way to your first class. Your surprise quickly turns to dread. Standing in front of you is none other than the Terrible Trio: Regulus Black, Lucius Malfoy, and Rabastan Lestrange.
“Have you told him yet?” Regulus sneers.
You feel your insides freeze. “N-no I’ve—”
“You’ve what? You’ve been busy,” he says, spitting the last word.
You just nod, not trusting your voice seeing as your focusing on not shaking uncontrollably.
“Busy doing what?! Cheating on your fiancé?!” he shouts.
“Regulus, calm down,” comes a voice from the shadows.
Your force yourself not to smile as Snape steps into your vision range.
“She’s cheating on me and angering the Dark Lord—and you’re telling me to calm down?!”<br>
“She’s been avoiding him all week,” he replies.
Instantly Regulus grins. “Good. That will make this easier then.”<br>
He nods at Rabastan who moves behind you. Before you can react, his arm wraps around your waist while the other claps over your mouth.
-X-
A coarse hand clamps itself over your mouth. You instantly try to move, but you find yourself tied to the bed; your legs are held apart. Suddenly you shiver as cold air hits your naked skin.
Naked?
“You will learn to regret your birth,” hisses a cold voice. “You also deserve this...”<br>
You scream against the hand.
-X-
You scream into Rabastan’s hand.
“this will only hurt unbearably for five seconds. Then it’ll sting,” Lucius says smirking as he pushes the sleeve of your robe up, so your arm is bare.
“Shame we must ruin such perfect skin,” he drawls, gently running his knuckle down your cheek.
You shiver.
“Just do it,” Regulus hisses.
You whimper as your knees buckle. Only Rabastan’s strength is keeping you upright.
“My pleasure to cause her such sweet pain,” he replies, his voice deepening and becoming husky.
“Oh move,” Regulus growls.
Instantly your fiancé’s face looms in front of you. An evil, maniacal grin appears on his face s he points his wand at your arm and whispers a spell you’ve never heard of. A brilliant white light shoots from his wand and hits your skin.
You scream again, writhing against Rabastan’s chest. The pain is so intense that you fear he’s cut off your arm, and don’t notice Rabastan groan. Then it becomes a just-tolerable sting.
