The Pains of Becoming

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Chapter 4
An unexpected Guest

She grabbed her head, trying to still its spinning. She tried to understand what just had happened. She knew that it was obvious, but it had all happened so fast. The portkey had worked. She looked down on the dark grey stone floor in front of her. Where was she? Still sitting on the ground she looked up and froze. She was in a large, gloomy hall and a few metres away from her stood a large group of tall figures dressed in black suits and robes. And they where all looking at her. Instinctively she wanted to reach for her wand, but she calmed herself and tried to remember why she was there, it wasn’t to fight them. She kept her hands on the floor and looked back at them, not daring to move. A man stepped out of the crowd. He held a long black walking stick with a serpents head as the handle. And as he slowly walked towards her he pulled his wand out of the handle and pointed it at her. She didn’t dare to move, she felt if she did it might trigger him to fire a curse at her. She simply froze. She knew this man; he was Draco’s father, Lucius Malfoy. He walked up to about two metres in front of her and stopped.

“Now what’s this?” he wondered, clearly rhetorical but with a bit of alarm in his voice, “Accio wand”, he said and she felt her wand being pulled out of her robe. It flew right into his free hand and she made no move to stop it. The rest of the figures came a bit closer but stopped behind Malfoy clearly leaving things in his hands.

“I would have given it to you.” Kirsty said she wanted nothing more than to assure them that she was not a threat.

“And why is that?”

“I want to join you. That’s why I tried to find you.”

“And found us you have. Where did you get that portkey?”

She hesitated, this was serious, she could not mention Draco. Lucius stepped closer and held the tip of his wand to her chin. She could feel it on her skin. He directed her to stand up. She did. He directed her to step a few steps away from the key on the floor. He was obviously worried she might try to escape. When she was far out of reach of the key he put her wand into his robes. She looked at his face. Seeing his cold, ruthless, grey eyes pierce into her she shivered and suddenly realised the danger she was in.

“I found it.” she whispered passed the lump in her throat. His face distorted at her answer. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her towards himself. The tip of his wand now slid slowly down her temple to her cheek where it stayed.

“Lying bitch!” He hissed menacingly, “You got that from my house, you little thief. How?”

“It’s not important. I’m not a threat or anything!” She blurted out, her voice trembling badly.

Lucius laughed, some others in the back laughed too. Once he stopped laughing he threw her around against the nearby wall. Her back crashed into it. He came straight after her and was on her even as the moan of pain forced itself passed her clenched teeth.

“I’m convinced. I think you might actually be that stupid, break into my house, steal a portkey and come here, just to hang around.”

“I wanted to join you! And I didn’t steal it!” He didn’t listen; instead he tore her dress at her chest. She was completely taken aback. She felt and saw the tip of his wand as he trailed it across her skin moving it slowly down her neck, further down her exposed chest, he moved the fabric aside with it and exposed her naked breast. Her breasts where rather firm and not so big, so often she didn’t care to wear a bra, she wished she was wearing one now as she felt the wand sliding slowly over her left breast and her nipple which hardened instantly. She shyly looked at his face. Those eyes where fixed on her breast.

“Pretty.” Was all he said.

“Take her, Lucius!” someone in the crowd shouted. Lucius looked over to that person but then fixed his eyes back on her as he replied,

“Don’t be rude, Goyle. Did your mother not tell you how to treat women?” Ignoring for the moment the danger she was in, Kirsty tried to make the fact that Lucius Malfoy was interested in her breasts make sense in her mind. The man she had only watched from a distance before, thinking he was unreachable for her, a man who had a beautiful, graceful wife and she had believed he would never look at her in that way. But what she would have thought potentially, could have been a most exiting fantasy was not so entertaining now; as she was not in control of it and had no idea what was going to happen next, and seeing those eyes from close up, she had no doubt that he could and would kill her any second if he wanted to.

“Now, what are you doing here, pet?” He asked with a strange, somewhat nasty-polite smile.

“I told you, I want to join the deatheaters. I am sick of my life as it is. And I am sick of the world as it is. And I am bored of the people around me. I want more from my life.”

“That’s romantic.” he said sarcastically.

“I could be of use to you.”

“Oh, I’m sure of that.”

“I don’t mind starting low. You need recruits, don’t you?” He clearly wasn’t listening; he looked around the ceiling as she was talking and eventually interrupted her:
“Bored now.” With that he grabbed her again and pulled her away from the wall and threw her, face first against a heavy wooden desk nearby. She cried out as her hipbones crashed into the desk. She attempted to get up but a hand between her shoulder blades pinned her firmly back over the desk. Her exposed breasts and her cheek where squeezed against the cold wood. The group in the background roared in entertainment. She was shocked by the pain from the impacted with the desk. She couldn’t believe how effortlessly he could hurt her, how much pain could he cause her if he actually wanted to hurt her? She tried to struggle but that firm hand on her back pinned her down, immovable under its weight. She felt him pulling up her robes and her skirt. Her mind was struggling to understand the speed of his actions. Was he really going to do this to her? She had had crazy, unlikely dreams about this man being her first, but not like this. She heard and felt her knickers simply being torn off her body.

“No!” She cried, “No! Please!!” He leaned into her and hissed into her ear,

“Forgive me if I forget my manners, but I suppose I am taking your stealing from me rather personally, after all.”
“I didn’t! It was your son!” She shouted, she would have said and done anything to stop it, to even just slow him down in his furious actions. And this seemed to do it. She felt the cool air on her backside, making her terribly conscious of her exposure. But it was silent for a moment; she could not hear or feel him behind her anymore. Though he surely still was close he had backed off.

“Keep talking”, he suddenly said all focused again. She didn’t dare move.

“He didn’t want to, but I made him do it. I made him get it for me!”

“How?” She hesitated but not long enough to make him angry, “I told him I would sleep with him if he did!”

He snorted rather perplexed, “I suppose your daddy didn’t teach you how to treat men either. What a bad, little girl you are.”

She heard him address the others, “The Dark Lord needn’t be bothered with this. I’ll deal with Draco, I promise you that.” He turned back to her, “You see the embarrassment you have caused me?” Of course this was absurd considering the position she was in.

“Please, I want to help. Please…” He didn’t respond. What was he doing? Suddenly Goyle’s voice was close.

“Lucius, if you don’t want her, I’ll have her.”

“Back off, you brainless cretin!” She heard Lucius swear behind her and Goyle stumbled away, “We don’t have time for this now.” With great relief she felt him pull her robes back over her exposed body. He grabbed her hair and pulled her roughly away from the desk and threw her back to the floor. Why did he have to be so rough! She would do what ever he said without him having to throw her around. She held her throbbing bruises. But her heart almost stopped when she saw him point his want at her again. She held her breath, what kind of spell was he muttering? She didn’t hear it but felt it right away. Her arms were forced behind her back with an invisible force and she couldn’t move her ankles away from each other. It was a binding spell.

“Be so good as to wait here, pet?” Lucius said mockingly and turned away. He and the other deatheaters disappeared through a nearby door. She was so glad to see them leave. She would be alone for a while, safe and able to think of what to do now. But she didn’t think so for long. She realised quickly that she could do nothing but wait, since she had no idea what would happen to her next. And the longer she waited, the more her arms and her back started to hurt from not being unable to move. She thought of Hogwarts, that boring place with all of its irritating, boring people in it… that safe Hogwarts, where she could be having good, undisturbed, nights sleep right now…why had Snape let her go? He had known something wasn’t right, but obviously he had not cared enough to dig any deeper and to stop her. He was her head of house and he didn’t care. No, this cold, dark, unfamiliar hall was right for her. She belonged here, not to Hogwarts where no one cared about her and where she didn’t care about anyone else.

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