Return To Me

A/N: Warning! This chapter contains a violently graphic rape scene.


She was standing at the edge of the tower, looking out over the night sky, but it seemed as if no star in the world would shine for her. It was chilly and she was wrapped heavily in her long velvet robes, the deep shades of indigo practically blending her into her surroundings. There were heavy footsteps in the tower but before she could turn properly there was a man’s thick hand roughly against her shoulder. “He ain’t coming back, poppet,” Amycus Carrow sneered and turned her roughly around, pushing her back against the stone parapet.

Aurora steeled her eyes and then turned her head to the side, refusing to look at him. “Go away, you’ve no business here.”

“You don’t tell me what business that I have. I’m a teacher here too.”

“Not by our choosing,” she spat.

“You saying that our fine headmaster, Severus Snape, don’t want me here?”
The thick stubby fingers of his hand were around her throat faster than she thought possibly of such a dim-witted squat man. Her attempted shriek was cut off as he forced his plump, chapped lips against hers. Both of her arms were drawn tightly behind her back, clasped together at the wrists by just his left hand. “I think you should reconsider that thought, Missy,” he snarled and pushed her harder back against the parapet.

“You’re a foul, death eater, bastard!” she hissed and then spat right on his face.

He chuckled, his wheezing laugh filling the tower, and then his free hand came down hard across her face, jolting her head to one side. “You’re probably a filthy half-blood aren’t you? You just don’t know no better, do you? Well I intend to teach you!” He grabbed at the front of her robes with his might hand, still keeping her arms bound, forcing them painfully against the stone. Amycus’ blond hair hung in greasy unkempt clumps all around his face as he swooped in and bit at her ear, and she shrieked. Again he laughed. “Like that do you?”

Aurora struggled, trying to twist and kick her way free of his gasp, but to no avail she found herself roughly thrust against the parapet, her head leaning over the edge, her stomach bruising against the jagged rock. “Stop!” she cried, shifting and twitching, trying to kick her legs back at him as he pulled her robes up. His calloused hand stroked over the curve of her arse and he tore at her knickers, pulling them down. “No! Stop!” she cried again, twisting herself about.

“You don’t hold still, Missy, I’m going to have to toss you over the side of this tower!” he spat.

“Toss me then, you foul bastard!” she shrieked. “Help me!” she tried to cry but found his hand clamped hard over her mouth before she could properly call out again.

“Can’t having you wake the children, now can we?” He yanked her head back by grabbing a fistful of her long dark hair, and didn’t notice the tears flooding from her face. Forcing his knee between her thighs he pushed her harder over the stone, and then wrapped her long hair around her neck. “You scream and I’ll choke the lights out of you, you stupid half-blood bitch!”

She sobbed, trying to force her legs shut but was no match against the thick squatty leg of Amycus Carrow. Thick tresses of her own hair began to tighten around her neck when she heard the scream. It was her own scream, shrieking out to the night as his swollen, hot prick forced its way into her tight dry core. Aurora was certain if there was moisture, it was blood pouring from her torn flesh.

“Tight little bitch, aren’t you?” he hissed, his wheezing laugh falling hot on her neck. He began to grunt and groan thrusting himself in and out of her, the dry sensations making him howl as he slammed her hard against the stone.

“Amycus…” the deep baritone voice hissed from the corner.

He paused only a moment to turn his head to the entryway of the tower. “Oh, evening Headmaster,” he sneered and then forced his hips hard against her once more.

“Can’t have you contaminating my staff, Amycus…” he said in a rather flat tone. “If you get them all pregnant that Dark Lord will not be pleased…” he arched a brow up on his forehead. If he felt anything at all, his face certainly didn’t show it.

“But, headmaster—”

Severus shook his head. “Leave her, she’s a pureblood anyhow…” he nodded toward the entryway. “Alecto has been looking for you…” The man grunted and grumbled, pulling himself out of Aurora and thrusting her hard to the ground as he zipped himself up and trudged toward the doorway where Snape stood. “Do not let me see it happen again, Amycus, I do not wish to have to explain to the Dark Lord why he has to find a replacement for this witch.” With another grunt, the blond wizard stomped out of the tower.

Aurora gathered herself to her shaking feet and took off running, brushing right past him, only to have his hand grab her hard around the shoulder. “Let me go!” she shrieked.

“I think we need to have a word…” he said, and tugged her firmly back toward the edge of the tower, pushing the door shut. With a flourished wave of his wand, several spells fell over the door. His eyes searched hers for a moment as she attempted to tug away from him. “Aurora,” he said, but her fists came hard against his chest, pounding him as she sobbed. Both arms wrapped firmly around his back.

“This is— this is all your fault!” she sobbed, thrashing her head about until she’d nearly worn herself out, body shrinking against his, collapsing completely into his chest. Her body shuddered as he swept her up into his arms and carried her to one of the observation tables, more commonly used for rolling out star charts. He set her down and hiked her robes up.

“Aurora,” he whispered, running a hand through her hair. “Aurora, shh…” Severus guided her back onto the smooth stone, careful to set her head down gently. Her eyes were forced tightly shut and he shook his head. “I am so sorry,” he muttered and then moved to stand between her legs. A trail of blood leaked down from her center, staining the inside of her thigh. Summoning a white kerchief from inside his robes, he began to dabble at the blood, cleaning her. A few muttered spells had the wounds healed and any place where bruises might arise, coated with ointment.

Pulling her up to sitting, Severus wrapped both arms around her. “I was headed up here to see you, if only I’d come sooner…” She was silent. “Aurora, I’m sorry, I’ve failed you.” He felt her body go nearly limp against him, still trembling, silent sobs shaking her body. “I’m so so sorry,” he whispered at her ear, and then tilted her head up to gaze into his eyes. “I can…” his voice trailed off as he pointed his wand tip against her temple ever so lightly. “I can—”

With tear stained eyes, she shook her head. “No,” and her head fell forward once more against his chest. “No, it’s something…something you have to…I have to…” and she hiccoughed, nearly choking. “We have to live with it.”

He knew she was right, no amount of memory charming would ever really take it away from either of them. “I don’t deserve to ask for your forgiveness.” He said.

“No, you don’t.” Aurora turned her eyes up to him, tears still streaming down them. But she did not pull away from his chest, did not move to hurt him or force him away from her. “I hope your cause for the greater good is worth it, Severus.”

He buried his nose in her hair, pulling her into his arms until he fell back against a column and sank down to the floor, her trembling figure in his lap. “I’ll kill him myself when it’s all said and done. He won’t come near you again…” his voice was cracking and he could feel the tears pricking in the corner of his eyes. They tumbled down his cheek and he held her, stroking one hand over her back, the other in her hair, “I’m sorry,” he repeated, over and over into her ear as the night slipped them by.