Duplicate {Severus Snape}

Chapter Twenty: Beaten and Enslaved

Cassie's POV

"Run," I heard a voice say to me.

I looked down at the hooded man as he laid on the ground below me, struggling to get up. He began to reach for me, my sobs flooding the air, my body struggling to react considering we were seconds aways from being killed. He began to reach for me, but I turned around, running anywhere from here, hoping that it would lead me to Hogwarts.

"Dont look back, Cassie. Run," it yelled once more.

Dont look back. Dont look back. Dont look back. Those words repeating in my head as I sprinted through the dark woods, my clothes being ripped into pieces that I had begun to trip over them. I hadnt seen the light of day for months that it could have been nightime, but the furhter I ran the more light I began to see. Light being my way out. Light being my savior.

I pushed past the branches cutting my arms hoping that in seconds I would feel a sense of security, but once the sun touched my skin I felt anything but safe. I was surrounded by nothing but green fields, I didnt know were I was, or if I was anywhere near Hogwarts. I was a goner. I dropped to the ground, more tears escaping my eyes as I knew there was no way out. I was going to die. I wasnt going to fight anymore. I was tired.

My body suddenly began to be lifted, it was as if I was being carried, but I didnt care anymore. Maybe I was being lifted to Heaven if I was even allowed there. I felt calm in this state, my eyelids shut, not caring what the next moments would intel.

I stared in the mirror in front of me, trying to remember anything else from that wreckless dream that kept me up since the middle of the night. Nothing was coming to me. Not the voice that I heard or how I ended up in Hogwarts running to the courtyard, but I knew now. I didnt end up there on my own, someone took me there, maybe it was the shock? No. Someone helped me, but even then, who would help a Black because I wasnt sure.

I continued to try to push the dream into the back of my mind, but it drew me back to what was in front of me. My sunken face, my bruised face that wasnt healing, my scar down my left forearm. All new things to add to my body, I hadnt dared look at my back, but I had an idea. I only assumed my whole back was covered with my burn and then maybe cuts, words, but I didnt have the strength to look. I had been cooped up here in Remus's chambers since, and now I needed to get out. I didnt care for how long, but I cant be alone for to long, and I couldnt relie on Remus to keep me company everyday. He must grow tired of it, I sure as hell would.

I brushed my clothes down my body, they all looked big on me, and I hated it. My body was ruined, beaten for pleasure? I didnt have my wand so I always felt unsafe, but the only thing I had was my nonverbal magic, but that could only go so far, and it wasnt going to be useful. I needed a new wand, but I also needed someone to go with me. Wonderful.

Just another thing to add to Remus list. Molly had tried to get me to go home with her, but frankly, I knew this wasnt over with, and I didnt need Molly being in danger because I cant catch a break. I was safer here, though I wouldnt admit it. Then came my Godfather, who I hadnt seen since that split second in the infirmary. Remus says I need to give him time, but time for what? All that I hear was that he didnt do shit, so what does he need? The longer I think about it, then more it makes me think that nobody in this castle could care. However, while Dumbledore fails to see me, Snape always comes and begs to talk.

Talk...

I know what everybody is telling me, but when I close my eyes I see him. I see him hurting me, and I still see it when I look at him now. Im sure he ties into it all, but until I heal, I cant talk to him. Frankly, the 'love' they tell me I had with him, that will never come again. I dont want whatever we had back. I want to not be afraid. I want these bruises to leave my face. What I want, Severus Snape can never give me.