My Broken Girl
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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2,237
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2
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Her Fate is Out of Her Hands
*Hi everyone! Here is Chapter 3! It is my favorite so far and I hope you like it!*
*Thank you to Ultrazipped for being my first reviewer! It is very much appreciated!*
*I know there are no lemons yet, but they will be coming up in the next few chapters. I just want to set up my characters and their situations first. It is my favorite part of writing!*
*READ AND REVIEW, PLEASE! It makes my heart happy!*
Chapter 3: Her Fate is Out of Her Hands
Hannah sat in the fetal position for what felt like hours. She let the tears fall from her face, but she made sure that she did not make a peep. She had seen the cruel side of Professor Snape in class, and that was while she was a student. She could not even imagine what he would do to her now that she was his property.
She closed her eyes at that thought: property. Never in a million years did she imagine that she would be someone’s property. Property….she let the world bounce around in her mind. That word encompassed so much; would he make her clean his whole chamber, everyday, without the use of magic; would he beat her if she didn’t clean it well enough, would he…she took a large breath of air, as her mind tangled around an even worse thought; would Professor Snape expect her to be his whore. Tears sprang into her eyes again at this thought. Her worst fear had always been to be taken against her will, and now she wondered if she would be taken against her will every day. Professor Snape was cruel, but was he capable of that?
Hannah stood up slowly, wanting to stop thinking about it. She looked around the room, that she presumed was now her own. It was quite small and bare. The walls were a dark green color that made the room an eternal nighttime. In one corner was a small bed, with a few worn-down blankets on it, and next to the bed on the floor sat a small lamp, and on the other wall was a small wardrobe and next to the wardrobe was the door to the washroom. Hannah sighed and walked towards it, quietly.
Hannah entered the washroom which was about the size of closet. She looked next to the small shower and saw that hanging on the wall was one towel and next to that, a beautiful green night gown, which stood in contrast against the rest of the dreary bathroom. Hannah stared at the gown, puzzled, wondering why she would be given such a beautiful piece of clothing, while everything else around her was so plain.
Hannah took a long shower, wanting to wash the whole horrible day from her body. She got out and brushed out her long blonde hair then put on the night gown; she looked at the mirror, amazed at the sight. The gown fit her like a glove and the dark green color looked amazing against her pale skin. Her bright blue eyes gazed over the dress. It had straps made of lace, and an empire cut that made her look older than her eighteen years. The gown landed right below her knees, and she felt almost beautiful in it. She gazed at herself once more, and then she turned off the light and walked out of the washroom. She made her way over to the bed, and fell into it, wrapping the blankets around her now shivering body. She turned off the lamp and closed her eyes, falling into a fitful sleep, full of nightmares of what her future held for her.
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After Snape left Hannah alone in the bare room, he went and took a quick shower and then made his way to his bed. Even with the lights off, he could not fall asleep. He thought of the girl in the other room; although he could not hear her, he could imagine her silent tears, and a small smile came to his face. He knew that Miss Abbott was terrified of him. She was horrible in potions, and one sneer from him had her close to tears. He could only imagine how many tears he caused her this time. He felt powerful when he had fear from others, and he knew this girl was absolutely petrified. She now realized that she was to be his property.
Property.
The thought of her belonging to him was a feeling he could not describe. Never before had he had the pleasure of a beautiful young woman belonging to him, and yes, Miss Abbott was quite beautiful. Of course, she had never been beautiful before her 6th year. Before that, she was a chubby little girl with blonde pigtails and a too innocent smile. When she came back, though, her 6th year, that little girl was gone. She had lost all her baby fat and those ridiculous pigtails were gone; she was now a young woman, with long shining blonde hair and water blue eyes, which he even admitted to himself, were beautiful.
He had not given much thought beyond that, though. He had encountered many beautiful students, but he knew he would never have them; he was an old Professor and they were beautiful young witches with their whole lives ahead of them. He was even more distressed after he had killed Professor Dumbledore. Even though he would never admit it, he feared that Lord Voldemort might not win the war. To his surprise though, Lord Voldemort gained many more supporters and was able to kill off his enemies and take his throne as the leader of the Wizarding World. Even more to his surprise, Lord Voldemort hailed Snape as a hero.
So when Voldemort announced that he was going to bid off the muggleborn students, Snape was second in line to pick, after Lucius Malfoy. Malfoy, of course, picked Hermione Granger, and even Snape would find himself wincing at the thought of what he would do to the poor girl. Then when Snape saw the list of students, his gaze was stuck on the name, Hannah Abbott. He thought of her long hair and sincere smile; he thought of her tears, and knew that he wanted, no he had to have her. Her fate was out of her hands at that point.
Snape closed his eyes, thinking of the upcoming day. He wasn’t even sure what he would say to her, what he would have her do. Of course, he knew in his mind what he wanted to have her do; he wanted to break her soul. He wanted to show her what the rest of her life held.
He slowly fell asleep, an evil sneer on his face.
*Thank you to Ultrazipped for being my first reviewer! It is very much appreciated!*
*I know there are no lemons yet, but they will be coming up in the next few chapters. I just want to set up my characters and their situations first. It is my favorite part of writing!*
*READ AND REVIEW, PLEASE! It makes my heart happy!*
Chapter 3: Her Fate is Out of Her Hands
Hannah sat in the fetal position for what felt like hours. She let the tears fall from her face, but she made sure that she did not make a peep. She had seen the cruel side of Professor Snape in class, and that was while she was a student. She could not even imagine what he would do to her now that she was his property.
She closed her eyes at that thought: property. Never in a million years did she imagine that she would be someone’s property. Property….she let the world bounce around in her mind. That word encompassed so much; would he make her clean his whole chamber, everyday, without the use of magic; would he beat her if she didn’t clean it well enough, would he…she took a large breath of air, as her mind tangled around an even worse thought; would Professor Snape expect her to be his whore. Tears sprang into her eyes again at this thought. Her worst fear had always been to be taken against her will, and now she wondered if she would be taken against her will every day. Professor Snape was cruel, but was he capable of that?
Hannah stood up slowly, wanting to stop thinking about it. She looked around the room, that she presumed was now her own. It was quite small and bare. The walls were a dark green color that made the room an eternal nighttime. In one corner was a small bed, with a few worn-down blankets on it, and next to the bed on the floor sat a small lamp, and on the other wall was a small wardrobe and next to the wardrobe was the door to the washroom. Hannah sighed and walked towards it, quietly.
Hannah entered the washroom which was about the size of closet. She looked next to the small shower and saw that hanging on the wall was one towel and next to that, a beautiful green night gown, which stood in contrast against the rest of the dreary bathroom. Hannah stared at the gown, puzzled, wondering why she would be given such a beautiful piece of clothing, while everything else around her was so plain.
Hannah took a long shower, wanting to wash the whole horrible day from her body. She got out and brushed out her long blonde hair then put on the night gown; she looked at the mirror, amazed at the sight. The gown fit her like a glove and the dark green color looked amazing against her pale skin. Her bright blue eyes gazed over the dress. It had straps made of lace, and an empire cut that made her look older than her eighteen years. The gown landed right below her knees, and she felt almost beautiful in it. She gazed at herself once more, and then she turned off the light and walked out of the washroom. She made her way over to the bed, and fell into it, wrapping the blankets around her now shivering body. She turned off the lamp and closed her eyes, falling into a fitful sleep, full of nightmares of what her future held for her.
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After Snape left Hannah alone in the bare room, he went and took a quick shower and then made his way to his bed. Even with the lights off, he could not fall asleep. He thought of the girl in the other room; although he could not hear her, he could imagine her silent tears, and a small smile came to his face. He knew that Miss Abbott was terrified of him. She was horrible in potions, and one sneer from him had her close to tears. He could only imagine how many tears he caused her this time. He felt powerful when he had fear from others, and he knew this girl was absolutely petrified. She now realized that she was to be his property.
Property.
The thought of her belonging to him was a feeling he could not describe. Never before had he had the pleasure of a beautiful young woman belonging to him, and yes, Miss Abbott was quite beautiful. Of course, she had never been beautiful before her 6th year. Before that, she was a chubby little girl with blonde pigtails and a too innocent smile. When she came back, though, her 6th year, that little girl was gone. She had lost all her baby fat and those ridiculous pigtails were gone; she was now a young woman, with long shining blonde hair and water blue eyes, which he even admitted to himself, were beautiful.
He had not given much thought beyond that, though. He had encountered many beautiful students, but he knew he would never have them; he was an old Professor and they were beautiful young witches with their whole lives ahead of them. He was even more distressed after he had killed Professor Dumbledore. Even though he would never admit it, he feared that Lord Voldemort might not win the war. To his surprise though, Lord Voldemort gained many more supporters and was able to kill off his enemies and take his throne as the leader of the Wizarding World. Even more to his surprise, Lord Voldemort hailed Snape as a hero.
So when Voldemort announced that he was going to bid off the muggleborn students, Snape was second in line to pick, after Lucius Malfoy. Malfoy, of course, picked Hermione Granger, and even Snape would find himself wincing at the thought of what he would do to the poor girl. Then when Snape saw the list of students, his gaze was stuck on the name, Hannah Abbott. He thought of her long hair and sincere smile; he thought of her tears, and knew that he wanted, no he had to have her. Her fate was out of her hands at that point.
Snape closed his eyes, thinking of the upcoming day. He wasn’t even sure what he would say to her, what he would have her do. Of course, he knew in his mind what he wanted to have her do; he wanted to break her soul. He wanted to show her what the rest of her life held.
He slowly fell asleep, an evil sneer on his face.