The Strongest Signal of All

A/N: This chapter is violent, if you have any opinion on it, let me know. im debating with myself on if i should delete it or not. If it's touchy of a subject matter, please let me know.


Pansy had married James Brames six months after her divorce was final. She was not used to being alone, it was too much for her. James was a widower and made no promises of love, but did vow to be faithful to her. Pansy made no promises of love either but was satisfied that they got along and liked each other.

They had a fine life that was normal in every way. He had a good job that for all intents and purposes gave him a simple life. When he returned home, Pansy knew she would not be alone in the evening. She knew when he’d be home and it never changed. He may have been somewhat boring but he was normal, and Pansy liked normal.

She had no idea what was really happening. Unknown to her, after about four weeks of marriage James began reading all her mail. His owl was trained to bring him outgoing mail before delivering it and to check with him before bringing incoming mail home.

Pansy had sent a few letters to Ron’s family, but he had them burned. He wanted it known to Ron especially, that she was now his, and communicating with him would defeat that purpose. He knew nothing of the two letters traded between her and Ron the week she married.

He burned all the letters that came in as well. To him it wasn’t necessary for her to keep up with the family. She didn’t belong to it anymore after all. They would probably assume that she had no time or didn’t care.

Her friends however came to the conclusion that she was trying to distance herself from Ron. They saw this new marriage as trying to get over the old one. They all assumed she still loved Ron and had a hard time with his training period. If she had something to focus on, it would hurt less.

They were right on one account. She was trying to force herself not to love Ron. She married James trying to get over him, but it wasn’t working. It fact there was one aspect that got worse.

James was nowhere near the caliber of lover that Ron was. Ron was considerate and generous and knew her body well. James just fucked her, pain and simple. Pansy found herself closing her eyes and thinking of Ron. The actions may have not matched her fantasy but it made it bearable.

Pansy was oblivious however to the ‘surveillance’ going on around her. She was only made aware of it on that day in March when her world spun out of control. It was here that her story began.

Pansy was in the front room reading a magazine when there was a knock on the door. She was delighted to find her former sister-in-law, Ginny Potter had come to visit. As a house elf brought tea, the women talked. Then came the realization that something was wrong.

“Do you think Bill and Fleur will have children?” Pansy asked. Ginny’s cup stopped halfway to her mouth.

“Fleur had a miscarriage. An infection set in and Neville, well Healer Longbottom, had to remove her uterus.” Ginny said in a quiet voice. “This was all in one of the letters Pansy.” Pansy looked at her confused.

“What letters?” She asked.

“You’ve gotten none?” Pansy shook her head.

“Did you get any of mine?” She asked, fearing what the answer would be.

“Only the one telling us that you had married.” Ginny said. It had been ten months since that letter. Ginny came to visit specifically because it had been some time since she’d seen of heard from her former sister-in-law.

Pansy’s anger grew. She looked up at the clock. “My husband will be home soon. I think he and I need to talk.” She told the redhead. Ginny hugged her, saying she would visit again in a few days, now that she knew letters would be no good.

Pansy sat in her armchair waiting. Her husband calmly walked in from the floo and smiled at her. “Had a visitor today did you?” He said still smiling.

“How did you know?” She asked.

“I have my sources.” He said pouring himself a whiskey.

“She said she had written several letters. I haven’t received any.”

“I know.” He just looked at her as he took his seat.

“Where are they?” She asked.

“I burned them. You’re not part of that family anymore, you didn’t need any letters.”

Pansy couldn’t believe her ears. “They were my letters. You had no right.”

“I have every right, your mine.”

“I’m your wife, not your property.” She leaned in her seat, livid now.

“They mean the same thing.” He said.

She flew out of her seat and up the stairs. Grabbing her cloak from the wardrobe, she threw it on and headed downstairs.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“To Ginny’s, I need to explain why she hasn’t heard from me. I may not be part of her family, but I am still friends with them. At least I hope so.” She gripped the handle but it wouldn’t open.

“The door is warded, only I can open it.” He said calmly. “I also reset the apparition wards.” He got up and walked to the bar to refill his glass.

She walked up and grabbed his arm. When he spun around she felt his fist against her temple. She was thrown to the ground. Gripping her head she looked up at him.

He had put down his glass and was advancing on her. She tried to get to her feet, but he kicked her in the ribs and she fell back to the ground. The tears began to fall and she crawled to the door. She tried again but it wouldn’t budge.

She screamed out as he took a handful of hair and dragged her back. Gripping her skirt in the other hand, he hauled her up on her feet and up the stairs. “Shut the fuck up!” He yelled as she kept screaming and crying.

He hauled her into their bedroom and threw her inside. She fell to the ground and in a flash of magic she felt her clothes fall away. She saw him approach already working his belt and zipper open.

“No!” She crawled backwards on the floor trying to get away but he moved fast. Grabbing a handful of her hair again he pulled her up and onto the bed, while she kicked and struggled.

“There is only one purpose for wives and this is it!” Sliding between her legs he forced himself into her. Pansy screamed out at the pain. “I said shut the fuck up!” He held her down with a hand on her throat.

Every time he thrust, she winced at the pain. He had a hand on her throat and a hand in her hair pulling hard. “This is the only thing you need to spend your time doing! Waiting for this!”

She tried to breathe but she couldn’t. When she kicked with her legs he squeezed down on her throat. He thrust harder and harder. Pansy felt her insides burning. The tears fell down her face.

Pansy began to wonder if it would ever end. It seemed to go on forever. Eventually he thrust hard and just when the pain was getting unbearable he stopped. He got off her, but all she could do was gasp for air.

He looked down at her as she cried and fought for air. Straddling her hips he delivered a stringing slap to her face again. When she put out her hands to block him he grabbed them and pinned her wrists under his knees. He sent more slaps and then balled up his fist and punched her.

He left the room, but Pansy was in too much pain to move. She tried to roll to her side but the pain shooting up through her side prevented it. The vision in one eye was blurring fast. She reached up and touched it but pulled her hand back when more pain shot through her whole head.

She let her tears fall. she closed her eyes as she cried. What was she going to do?