The Pure Heir

Black Widow

A/N: So when researching Blaise I found a LJ entry that gave so much details on Blaise but nothing to back up where they got this information from. It detailed that his mother would marry men full well knowing they were into her son and would let them have him. Blaise was molested and raped by the age of 12. I was horrified that a character that honestly has next to no plot would be given such a background. Like why if they're barely in the story? So I Googled JK Rowlings in regards to Blaise and couldn't find anything tying her to any of that information. So I'd like to believe it isn't true. But I did use it for my plot. But I will never allow rape in my stories so that will not happen. But this is your trigger for sensitive info and background as to how I came about it. Now onto the chapter which will be handling this sensitive topic.

I was nearly into my deep sleep state when I was awoken by noise followed by sobbing. I sat up with my wand drawn as I looked about my room. In the soft lighting from the moon out my window I could see someone huddled on the floor of my room.

"Lumos!" I called out as my wand lit up brightly.

I could now see it was Blaise sobbing on my bedroom floor with the portkey clutched in his hand.

"Merlin! Blaise are you ok?" I asked as I rushed to his side and hugged him.

"I-I couldn't Kitty. I couldn't let him have my first time. I-I'm not ready yet. I-I don't want him! He's so old Kitty. Not attractive. It's not right. Just because I'm her child doesn't mean she owns my body, right?" Blaise mumbled in tears.

I listened to him and stared blankly before what he was saying sunk in.

"Oh my bloody Merlin. Your mom is turning you out?!" I asked in horror.

"Not if the men are marrying her only for her. But some men are attracted to her but also to me, so they want me in the deal too. And well, she'll do anything for their money. So she always agrees. But it's never led to fucking. Not until tonight and as he tried to get in. I knew I couldn't. I grabbed your portkey and came here. I thought I had time before it would come to that. I thought but I didn't. And twelve is too young, right? I don't have to go back and give him what he wants, right?" Blaise asked fearfully.

"No. Never Blaise. You're never going back to that witch. And I mean witch as in bitch. You are too young. You were too young to be messing with men to begin with. Even if it was just a kiss. If you're interested in the same sex kissing boys your age is fine but messing with grown men. No, they know better. This is in no way your fault. Let me go get my parents-" I began before Blaise cut me off.

"NO! Can it wait until the morning? Will you just hold me Kit? Please?" Blaise begged.

I smiled gently as I took his hand and led him to my bed. Once we were settled I held him as he cried himself to sleep. I wish I could sleep but I laid there as my anger brewed. Anger directed at his mother and at Dumbledore. I knew the level of that man's occlumency. There is no way he didn't know. Someone going through that would have been screaming in their mind for anyone to hear. I knew something was wrong but I'm too young for my occlumency to be at the strength of an adult to have heard it. Maybe I heard enough to simply know something wasn't right. Just how many kids has he let down as he focused on his vision of the greater good?

I don't know if I got any real sleep, but I woke with the first ray of light. I gently slid myself out of Blaise's grip and went to find my parents. I found them in the dining room sipping on coffee.

"Blaise is here. It's really bad mama and papa." I whispered for fear of him hearing.

I didn't know if my slipping out alerted him so if he was coming to look for me I didn't want him to overhear.