Across the Quidditch Pitch

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Chapter One: The Dark Act


Snape and Mulciber slyly glanced at each from the sidelines and both nodded at once. It was a sign of their mutual agreement to proceed.

Snape inched his wand out of the corner of his robes and cast the most powerful Disillusionment charm he was capable of and Mulciber did likewise.

Just then there was a loud clap of thunder. The sky was darkening and then water drops were pouring onto the Quidditch pitch. Despite being invisible, it did not stop the boys from being solid. Within a second they were drenched in the downpour.

They barely gave one glance at Mcgonagall. She was stooped on the ground, busy locking up all the balls from the practice. It was these few crucial seconds they needed.

Snape ran behind his friend who happened to be much faster than him. The rain had moistened his skin and he felt his hands going clammy from the excitement of what was to come. Beads of sweat slid down his back from under his robes. He was nervous.

As he ran he looked over his shoulder. Professor Mcgonagall had finished putting the balls in their respective compartments. She was facing them, but Snape knew that from such a distance and in this weather, the two of them would be no more than shadows.

They stepped into the back door of the girl’s changing rooms. Mary happened to be the only female on the team, which made it even easier for Mulciber to target her.

Snape paused and glanced at an ajar locker door. In it held Mary’s red robed Quidditch uniform, a hairbrush, makeup and a mirror. Mulciber paid it no mind, except as confirmation that she was in the shower.

And water could be heard running from several stalls ahead. Mulciber followed them, until the two crowded into an unoccupied stall across from where Mary must be bathing.

“Almost, ready to get the bitch,” whispered Mulciber. And Mulciber was grasping his wand very tightly, his face looked strained from nerves. It was clear that he was not as confident about the deed as expected. Partially Mulciber had doubts that he could cast an Unforgivable, and then he wasn’t sure he could follow through on the actual act either.

Mulciber lingered, and chose instead to listen to the water running and Mary singing a Celestina Warbeck favourite. Snape rolled his eyes. Her voice was neither sweet nor horrible but it did disgust him.

“Ohhhh…Come…and stir my cauldron,
And if you do it right,
I’ll boil you up some hot, strong love
To keep you warm tonight.”

Finally after a moment of listening to Mary repeat the stanza above, Severus shoved his friend. “Come on…You’re losing your chance.”

Mulciber nodded, but didn’t look at his friend. Without warning he plunged forward and without thinking he ripped the shower curtain off.

Mary’s gay singing was stopped by her instinctive scream. But Mulciber wasn’t dumb. He concentrated with all his might and Mary’s scream was abruptly silenced through a spell.

Snape watched with quiet fascination through a gap in between the curtains at the stall, just opposite Mary’s.

“Imperio! Imperio!” thought Mulciber inside his head. He watched Mary’s face change from fright to startling passivity. She was ready to submit to him!

“Get your hands on the floor slut,” he grunted at her.

And Mary almost at once complied. She placed her hands on the dingy tiles full of mold. They hadn’t been cleaned in awhile.

Snape watched, his mouth hanging open stupidly. Here was the girl, her whole ass on display right in front of him. It aroused Severus and his eyes dilated. He wondered if Lily would ever let him do that to her, if they were closer, maybe she would.

But Mulciber wasn’t even looking at Snape. He unzipped his pants and wrenched his robes up.

He positioned himself, aligning his cock directly at the girl’s anus. He was about to start when he heard footsteps coming rapidly towards him. Mulciber turned so fast he cricked his neck. And suddenly Mcgonagall with alarming speed was standing there.

“My goodness! What in the name of Merlin!” she said. Mulciber quaked and backed himself against the wall, holding his hands up as if he never meant to touch the girl.

But Mcgonagall was no fool. In a split second she looked from Mary still positioned the way Muciber ordered her into, and Mulciber’s body. Her face blazed with anger and she shrilled righteously, “Impedimenta!”

Mulciber’s frame was now as inert as Mary’s from the jinx that froze him. Mcgonagall with another flick of her wand turned off the showerhead.

Snape was watching, one black eye still peeking out of the folds. He saw Mcgonagall gasp and then watched her run out of the changing room shouting frantically, “Somebody help! We have a hurt girl in the changing room.”

Snape was full of fear. He didn’t want to be caught. His face was paler than ever. So far he hadn’t been seen and he trusted his friend not to rat him out.

Still under the Disillusionment charm he skidded out of the shower stall. In a frenzy he sprinted out the back door, not even remembering to close it. Nobody would see him. Like a coward he ran and didn’t stop until he got all the way to the school’s front steps.

Simultaneously, Mcgonagall emerged out the front door of the small building. All four of the Marauders were still present with nobody else. James had just changed out of his playing gear and was absentmindedly charming his glasses to repel the raindrops.

James looked up at Mcgonagall, looking only slightly startled, but otherwise unperturbed.

“What?” yelped James disbelieving the news.

“A girl is seriously hurt!” screamed Mcgonagall. “You wait here while I get her. You will take her to the hospital wing!”

Sirius was watching Mcgonagall closely and a crease in his forehead formed from worry. “Who is it?”

“Mary Macdonald!”

“Professor – why don’t you let us go inside to help?” said Remus calmly.

“Stay back! I’ll be out in a moment.”

And with that, Mcgonagall was running back inside the girl’s locker and changing rooms. She didn’t want those boys to see the horror of what had transpired. It might take away whatever bit of innocence they still had.

She came back into the showers and was relieved to see Mary’s assailant, remaining immobilized. Mcgonagall raised her wand and a stretcher was transfigured into existence.

With a wave of her wand, Mary was eerily maneuvered onto the stretcher. She was still naked.

She ran back into the locker room and found a pile of white towels. As if wrapping a baby in them she swaddled Mary, until she was tightly wrapped in them, almost like a mummy.

She wheeled the stretcher back outside and didn’t have to go far to find James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter waiting anxiously. Still under Mulciber’s silencing charm, Mary couldn’t make a sound.

“What’s the matter with her?” stammered Peter and he stared at Mary.

“She’s ill,” said Mcgonagall icily. Peter seemed to take this literally, but the other three boys looked unconvinced.

“Now do as I say – Off to the hospital wing with her!”

“Yes, professor,” said Remus. The three other boys followed Remus as they helped haul the stretcher back up to the castle with Mary on it.

Mcgonagall watched them for a moment, as they made their way up the steep hill as cautiously as possible. Then she turned to go inside and get the awful boy who had done this.

Mulciber was still sentient from the jinx. He stared blankly at Mcgonagall when she returned. And then he was unfrozen on the spot, once Mcgonagall did the counter spell to release the jinx’s hold on his body.

He rose slowly from the wet floor and leaned against the wall, doing his best not to look at the teacher.

Mcgonagall wasn’t afraid. She put her hands on Mulciber’s broad shoulders and demanded, “Explain yourself! What were you going to do to her?”

“Well, I-,” said Mulciber. It sounded as if he was thinking of a rational explanation.

“What was going on inside that thick, twisted head of yours Mulciber?”

“The – the Imperius Curse-“

“You actually cast an Unforgivable onto her?”

Mulciber nodded firmly. Yet he did not look ashamed. In fact there appeared to be a hint of pride on his brutal features.

“Ugh…I see. I see…” said Mcgonagall. The awful image of the boy with his pants down and pressing himself against the girl still weighed on her mind. The blood seemed to drain from her head. She was stricken with horror.

“And you were going to go further than just the Imperius weren’t you?” and yet it was a question she didn’t need to hear the answer to. She already knew. “Out! Come with me. We’re going straight to Dumbledore!”

Mulciber followed her out and into the rainy day. He briefly thought of his friend Severus, away from the magnitude of the trouble he was in. Yet he couldn’t find the words to mention him.

Mcgonagall marched ahead of Mulciber and wouldn’t even look at him. It shocked and appalled her most of all, and quite frankly she found she was speechless over the incident that the boy had nearly followed through on.


Note: Please review! I know the writing isn't that great, I'm trying though. I haven't gotten one review, please? At least a rating? It's also a fact that Mulciber specialized in the Imperius Curse and we know he did something involving the Dark Arts to Mary in Snape's Fifth year. So this makes sense.