Her Invisible Cross.
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Adult ++
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Her Invisible Cross.
A/N– I don’t own Harry Potter or any of it’s characters. This story contains warnings for rape and BDSM and does not have a happy ending. I in no way condone rape, or pedophiles or anything of the sort... the real point of my story is the second part. This story is a one-shot and is written in response to my own challenge “Escape.” Loosely based, but inspired by it nonetheless. (Loosely!)
My challenge was to write a story that takes place after Harry talks to Luna in the fifth book. After he leaves Hagrid\'s Hut, he finds her in the forbidden forest having a mental-breakdown. After comforting her he soon finds out about a horrible event that changed her completely. The purpose of this story was to explain why Luna acts so \'weird\'. Her antics are kind of a way to escape from reality- or to cover up her deep depression. It you want more info please check it out. \"Escape.\"
I mostly wrote this fic because it kept bouncing around my head. Also, some parts of this fic are purposefully left unanswered, but I am hoping that you can fill in the blanks just fine. Also, the quotes are from Sugar Ray\'s \"Falls Apart.\" And I don\'t own that either.
If anyone would like to continue from this, use it in response to my challenge, or just respond to my challenge then please tell me. Reviews would be awesome, but please no flames. Constructive criticism however, is always appreciated. This is my first attempt at a story like this, and I am sorry if it offends anyone, but you have been warned. Finally I would like to thank anyone who is currently reading this, just for by giving my fic a chance. Alright, I’ll shut up now.
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Her Invisible Cross.
\"She falls apart, by herself
No ones there to talk or understand\"
\'This isn’t real, this isn’t real\', she repeated to herself over and over again in her head, her eyes closed. The bed she was laying on, the man she knew must be standing at the foot of it, the thick ropes binding her limbs to the posts, and her nude flesh exposed to the cool air, they were all just some horrible nightmare. She couldn’t stifle her sob.
“I see you’ve finally woken.” His voice, so unkind and unwanted, rang out, filling her ears despite her desperate urges to shut him out.
She felt a hand slide up her shin and unto her thigh and a dip in the mattress between her spread-eagled legs as the man crawled unto it. Nausea swept through her and she felt like throwing up. His touch was so wrong, every thing about it made her feel as though her very soul was about to break. Her eyes still closed, she turned her head to the side, hoping to bury it in the sweet salvation of pillows.
His full body weight suddenly fell unto her chest as one hand took her jaw in a painful grip, and the other groped one of her breasts and pushed against her ribs, threatening to break them. He then turned her face up to meet his. Her eyes were still closed tight.
She gasped, partly from the air being pushed forcibly from her lungs, and partly due the fact that she could now feel and smell his warm breath pouring over her face. \'Oh God no\', she thought, \'his face must be so close\'. The thought alone of seeing his sneering, pallid face, of seeing his eyes now full of lust for her was unbearable. She gagged.
“Look at me.” He said with a deadly sound in his voice.
She wouldn’t do it. Looking at him, seeing that foul monster’s face would only prove to her that this was all too real, that her hated Potions professor was lying on top of her, intending to rape her.
His other arm ceased groping her, and he reached up, taking hold of her neck. He squeezed her throat tightly as she desperately pulled against the ropes. As her back arched up in effort to free herself, she felt her upper body collide with his own nude chest. Her eyes flew open in shock as she continued to gulp for air.
His hand instantly released her, but the damage was done. She was now staring face-to-face with the monster. With Severus Snape.
His face was not, as she had presumed, filled with lust. He was simply as he always was, his lips unmoving as he scowled down at her like she was just another misbehaving student in his class. She now wished that his face had been filled with lust, for it would have helped her differentiate the monster from the man. The idea that her hated potions professor was now doing this to her, and looking as if it was nothing, was incomprehensible.
The only thing that did seem different about him was his eyes. They still looked the same, but now their cold intensity seemed to burn into her very mind and soul, sending her into an almost dreamlike trance. Not one of pleasure, but of horror.
Her string of thoughts were broken when she realized he was no longer looking at her. His hands had begun to wander down her pale torso and she felt bile rise in her throat. He stopped every few inches to bite and kiss her small breasts and waist, causing her to writhe and whimper in fear and pain. She wanted to throw up so badly, she wanted this to end, she wanted to die.
He was now positioning himself over her, his hands doing things her mind could barely conceive, all the while she could still see his eyes. A wave of tears washed over her face as she began to beg for him to stop.
Her pleading, her threats and her screams all fell on deaf ears though, and he continued his assault undaunted. She tried and failed again and again to free herself from the ropes. She wanted to fight, to kick, to punch and hit. She wanted to do something, anything to defend herself.
Blinded by tears, she could no longer see the monster that was fondling her, making her beg for death as everything before her blurred. The only thing she could see was his eyes, cruel fathomless eyes that would never again make her think of something as stupid as tunnels. He moaned.
Then it happened, and she lost her breath. She felt his member press against her virgin entrance. She began to thrash with renewed vigor as her shreiks became filled with panic. But, it was in vain as he took her innocence from her unceremoniously as he pushed himself inside her. She cried out in pain, and felt blood trickle down her skin. It felt as though she was being torn in two and she titled her head back in agony. Time stood still and stagnant, her soul shattering as he tore her in a thousand ways. It became something defiled and broken, never to see the light in her world again.
As his thrusts became harder and faster he rocked her fragile body back and forth violently against the mattress, straining the ropes that bound her and cutting off her circulation as the skin around the ropes turned purple.
Then finally, stained in her blood he pulled out and released himself on her stomach. He moaned and leaned over, resting his face in her mane of soft hair as what felt like the world crashed down on her.
With his cold eyes still looming in her vision, she screamed. Her lost, terrified voice ringing out into emptiness.
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\"Feels sustained, dries her eyes
Finds herself, opens the door inside\"
Luna Lovegood suddenly awoke panting in her bed. The nightmare that had plagued her ever since first year was still fresh in her mind. Along with it the severe urge to vomit. She leaned over her bed, and as silently as she could possibly muster, she retched.
Her stomach was only filled with water, as it was every night. She had been making sure for a little over a year now that she would drink a glass of water before bedtime each night, so that the acid in her stomach would not burn her throat too badly if the dream, no, the nightmare, returned.
After the water was gone she dry retched for a few minutes, as if she was trying to expel something other than her stomach’s contents. When she was done, she evanscoed the mess on the floor into oblivion, hating the fact that each time she performed the spell it reminded her of the first time she had seen it used. Her first year in his class. In the monster’s lair.
She placed her wand back down on her bedside table and reality seemed to hit her like a jolt of lightning. She frantically looked around her dormitory. The still forms huddled under blankets coupled with the steady melody of breathing and light snores could easily be betraying her. Had anyone heard her?
She hated what she would have had to do if someone did hear her, for her memory charms were terrible, one of the reasons she could never forget her horrible experience. She continued to stare at the other beds for a few minutes and after seeing no further movement except for the rise and fall of chests, she finally decided her secret was safe for one more night.
She lied back down on her bed, her eyes wide but dry. A lifetime of tears had left both her soul and her eyes empty. Closing her palms together, she once again prayed for dreamless sleep, or at least for the release of death in which she was still too cowardice to bestow upon herself.
She knew a simple potion could have given her the desired night of peace, but she also knew that her potions were horrible, never have being able to create them properly in class since that fateful night. And asking for the potion from her peers would raise too many questions.
Pulling up her covers, she resigned herself to the fact that she would have to wait for another trip into Hogsmeade to pick up some more, she seemed to run out of it faster than she thought was possible.
She closed her eyes reluctantly and began to become drowsy as she prepared for the cruel Sand Man’s ministrations, her only source of comfort coming from her own persisting reassurances that if someone did ever hear her she could just simply blame the incident on some imaginary creature like a wrakspurt. No one would think anything of it. She did that kind of thing all the time.
In fact, no one would ever think anything of her. Why would anyone ever think anything of Loopy, Loony, Luna Lovegood?
\"People see right through you
Everyone who knew you well
Falls apart, might as well
Day is long and nothing is wasteful\"
The End.
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Like I said, reviews would be appreciated, I tried to write this as best I could ~ and took it very seriously.
I know, I hate making Snape the bad guy( I still believe he is good, even after the events in HBP), but, he kinda fit the part in my mind...so, please no flames for me making Snape evil.
My challenge was to write a story that takes place after Harry talks to Luna in the fifth book. After he leaves Hagrid\'s Hut, he finds her in the forbidden forest having a mental-breakdown. After comforting her he soon finds out about a horrible event that changed her completely. The purpose of this story was to explain why Luna acts so \'weird\'. Her antics are kind of a way to escape from reality- or to cover up her deep depression. It you want more info please check it out. \"Escape.\"
I mostly wrote this fic because it kept bouncing around my head. Also, some parts of this fic are purposefully left unanswered, but I am hoping that you can fill in the blanks just fine. Also, the quotes are from Sugar Ray\'s \"Falls Apart.\" And I don\'t own that either.
If anyone would like to continue from this, use it in response to my challenge, or just respond to my challenge then please tell me. Reviews would be awesome, but please no flames. Constructive criticism however, is always appreciated. This is my first attempt at a story like this, and I am sorry if it offends anyone, but you have been warned. Finally I would like to thank anyone who is currently reading this, just for by giving my fic a chance. Alright, I’ll shut up now.
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Her Invisible Cross.
\"She falls apart, by herself
No ones there to talk or understand\"
\'This isn’t real, this isn’t real\', she repeated to herself over and over again in her head, her eyes closed. The bed she was laying on, the man she knew must be standing at the foot of it, the thick ropes binding her limbs to the posts, and her nude flesh exposed to the cool air, they were all just some horrible nightmare. She couldn’t stifle her sob.
“I see you’ve finally woken.” His voice, so unkind and unwanted, rang out, filling her ears despite her desperate urges to shut him out.
She felt a hand slide up her shin and unto her thigh and a dip in the mattress between her spread-eagled legs as the man crawled unto it. Nausea swept through her and she felt like throwing up. His touch was so wrong, every thing about it made her feel as though her very soul was about to break. Her eyes still closed, she turned her head to the side, hoping to bury it in the sweet salvation of pillows.
His full body weight suddenly fell unto her chest as one hand took her jaw in a painful grip, and the other groped one of her breasts and pushed against her ribs, threatening to break them. He then turned her face up to meet his. Her eyes were still closed tight.
She gasped, partly from the air being pushed forcibly from her lungs, and partly due the fact that she could now feel and smell his warm breath pouring over her face. \'Oh God no\', she thought, \'his face must be so close\'. The thought alone of seeing his sneering, pallid face, of seeing his eyes now full of lust for her was unbearable. She gagged.
“Look at me.” He said with a deadly sound in his voice.
She wouldn’t do it. Looking at him, seeing that foul monster’s face would only prove to her that this was all too real, that her hated Potions professor was lying on top of her, intending to rape her.
His other arm ceased groping her, and he reached up, taking hold of her neck. He squeezed her throat tightly as she desperately pulled against the ropes. As her back arched up in effort to free herself, she felt her upper body collide with his own nude chest. Her eyes flew open in shock as she continued to gulp for air.
His hand instantly released her, but the damage was done. She was now staring face-to-face with the monster. With Severus Snape.
His face was not, as she had presumed, filled with lust. He was simply as he always was, his lips unmoving as he scowled down at her like she was just another misbehaving student in his class. She now wished that his face had been filled with lust, for it would have helped her differentiate the monster from the man. The idea that her hated potions professor was now doing this to her, and looking as if it was nothing, was incomprehensible.
The only thing that did seem different about him was his eyes. They still looked the same, but now their cold intensity seemed to burn into her very mind and soul, sending her into an almost dreamlike trance. Not one of pleasure, but of horror.
Her string of thoughts were broken when she realized he was no longer looking at her. His hands had begun to wander down her pale torso and she felt bile rise in her throat. He stopped every few inches to bite and kiss her small breasts and waist, causing her to writhe and whimper in fear and pain. She wanted to throw up so badly, she wanted this to end, she wanted to die.
He was now positioning himself over her, his hands doing things her mind could barely conceive, all the while she could still see his eyes. A wave of tears washed over her face as she began to beg for him to stop.
Her pleading, her threats and her screams all fell on deaf ears though, and he continued his assault undaunted. She tried and failed again and again to free herself from the ropes. She wanted to fight, to kick, to punch and hit. She wanted to do something, anything to defend herself.
Blinded by tears, she could no longer see the monster that was fondling her, making her beg for death as everything before her blurred. The only thing she could see was his eyes, cruel fathomless eyes that would never again make her think of something as stupid as tunnels. He moaned.
Then it happened, and she lost her breath. She felt his member press against her virgin entrance. She began to thrash with renewed vigor as her shreiks became filled with panic. But, it was in vain as he took her innocence from her unceremoniously as he pushed himself inside her. She cried out in pain, and felt blood trickle down her skin. It felt as though she was being torn in two and she titled her head back in agony. Time stood still and stagnant, her soul shattering as he tore her in a thousand ways. It became something defiled and broken, never to see the light in her world again.
As his thrusts became harder and faster he rocked her fragile body back and forth violently against the mattress, straining the ropes that bound her and cutting off her circulation as the skin around the ropes turned purple.
Then finally, stained in her blood he pulled out and released himself on her stomach. He moaned and leaned over, resting his face in her mane of soft hair as what felt like the world crashed down on her.
With his cold eyes still looming in her vision, she screamed. Her lost, terrified voice ringing out into emptiness.
--
\"Feels sustained, dries her eyes
Finds herself, opens the door inside\"
Luna Lovegood suddenly awoke panting in her bed. The nightmare that had plagued her ever since first year was still fresh in her mind. Along with it the severe urge to vomit. She leaned over her bed, and as silently as she could possibly muster, she retched.
Her stomach was only filled with water, as it was every night. She had been making sure for a little over a year now that she would drink a glass of water before bedtime each night, so that the acid in her stomach would not burn her throat too badly if the dream, no, the nightmare, returned.
After the water was gone she dry retched for a few minutes, as if she was trying to expel something other than her stomach’s contents. When she was done, she evanscoed the mess on the floor into oblivion, hating the fact that each time she performed the spell it reminded her of the first time she had seen it used. Her first year in his class. In the monster’s lair.
She placed her wand back down on her bedside table and reality seemed to hit her like a jolt of lightning. She frantically looked around her dormitory. The still forms huddled under blankets coupled with the steady melody of breathing and light snores could easily be betraying her. Had anyone heard her?
She hated what she would have had to do if someone did hear her, for her memory charms were terrible, one of the reasons she could never forget her horrible experience. She continued to stare at the other beds for a few minutes and after seeing no further movement except for the rise and fall of chests, she finally decided her secret was safe for one more night.
She lied back down on her bed, her eyes wide but dry. A lifetime of tears had left both her soul and her eyes empty. Closing her palms together, she once again prayed for dreamless sleep, or at least for the release of death in which she was still too cowardice to bestow upon herself.
She knew a simple potion could have given her the desired night of peace, but she also knew that her potions were horrible, never have being able to create them properly in class since that fateful night. And asking for the potion from her peers would raise too many questions.
Pulling up her covers, she resigned herself to the fact that she would have to wait for another trip into Hogsmeade to pick up some more, she seemed to run out of it faster than she thought was possible.
She closed her eyes reluctantly and began to become drowsy as she prepared for the cruel Sand Man’s ministrations, her only source of comfort coming from her own persisting reassurances that if someone did ever hear her she could just simply blame the incident on some imaginary creature like a wrakspurt. No one would think anything of it. She did that kind of thing all the time.
In fact, no one would ever think anything of her. Why would anyone ever think anything of Loopy, Loony, Luna Lovegood?
\"People see right through you
Everyone who knew you well
Falls apart, might as well
Day is long and nothing is wasteful\"
The End.
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Like I said, reviews would be appreciated, I tried to write this as best I could ~ and took it very seriously.
I know, I hate making Snape the bad guy( I still believe he is good, even after the events in HBP), but, he kinda fit the part in my mind...so, please no flames for me making Snape evil.