Weasley Twins - A Fate You Can't Escape

Chapter 99 - Destruction and Ruin

TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual Assault

The first few weeks of classes pass by in a stressful haze. I sit in a lot of the Carrow's classes with the excuse of wanting to learn from them. In reality I am subtly interfering by taking the attention off of the students. When Amycus demands a student to use the killing curse on their toad, I ask to do it. While I didn't save the animal, I at least protected the student from having to do it themselves.

When Alecto starts torturing a muggleborn with her own cruel concoction of curses, I ask her for some personal advice on how to get revenge on my mother for marrying a muggle, and the best way to kill my father. Even though I don't like my parents, I wouldn't wish her answer upon them. The student got to return to his seat as the woman gleefully brainstormed ideas.

As I pass through the halls, students flee from me in fear, not knowing that I am trying to protect them from something even worse. The Hufflepuffs mutter "traitor" when they see me. I feel more isolated with every passing day.

I don't run into Ginny again, but she isn't glaring at me during meals. Hopefully she has been able to make good use of the tunnel. I make a few other minor predictions for the Death Eaters. Being careful that the results of them wouldn't be fatal to Order members. I still feel guilty about it though.

Amycus is still touching me every chance he gets. A hand on my back as he passes me in the hall. His hand on my thigh during meals. His fingers running through my hair as he teaches his class. I endure the touches, feeling dirtier and dirtier with each one.

While I still don't have my wand back, Snape has started putting me on night time patrols a couple of times a week. He told the Carrows it was because he didn't trust McGonagall not to let students sneak behind his back.

So in the dark hours of the last day of September, I wander the halls, green robes flowing behind me. Snape's air of drama seems to have infected me a bit as I find myself sweeping my robe behind me more and more.

I find a wandering Ravenclaw not far from the dorm, and threaten them severely. She flees in terror without me actually doing anything to her. You would think someone would have noticed that I am all bark, no bite. But alas, no one does. I almost wish they did see. I wish they saw that my heart isn't in it when I yell at them. I wish they saw that I've never laid a hand on any one of them. I wish they saw that I am on their side.

I wish I wasn't so alone.

I enter the library, peeking through the stacks as walk along. I reach the back of the library and turn to head back to the front.

"Leaving already, Darling?" A voice chuckles in the dark and fear runs through my veins.

"I must continue my rounds. I am hoping to catch one of those nasty Gryffindors out of bed. For being the brave house, they sure to cry a lot." I reply, my words tasting foul in my mouth.

"The halls will be fine for a few minutes." He says, chair scraping as he stands. "Come join me."

"Professor Carrow, I really must be going." I insist, backing away a few steps.

"And I say, you really must be staying." He hisses, his arm snaking out and grabbing my wrist.

"Sir, please let go of me." I try to pull from his grip, but his fingers tighten so hard I cry out in pain.

"You have been such a tease, you know that?" He yanks me to his chest, and I feel the point of his wand against my chin. "You prance around in your little skirts, tempting me, but saying I can't have you."

"I belong to Snape." I whisper, feeling the wand prod deeper as I speak.

"I'm just borrowing you for a bit." He smirks, running his free hand up my thigh and under my skirt. I can't let him do this. I won't. He can't.

Panic fills me as his intentions become very clear. I don't have my wand.

I hike my knee up as hard as I can, aiming for a groin shot, but he blocks it with his hand. He laughs, as if he enjoys my struggling. I start squirming and fighting with everything I have. Throwing out knees and elbows. I knock the wand away from my throat and try to make a run for it. I get about eight feet away before he stuns me.

"No need to run, Darling." He sneers, towering over me. I watch as he kneels over me and starts unbuttoning my shirt. "All you need is right here."

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I don't return to the room that night.

After Carrow leaves me on the floor, broken and used, I can't. I can't face Snape. I have been walking a risky line, and everything finally came crashing down. My scalp aches where he pulled my hair, and my thighs are badly bruised.

I dress myself as the first rays of early morning sun stream through the library windows. My tights are ripped, and unsalvageable. I clutch them in my hand as I hobble out of the library. I stumble down the hall, my mind constantly replaying what just happened.

I feel destroyed. He stole my body. It scars me worse than the fiendfyre. Scarring my mind, body, and soul. He stripped away my humanity, and left me laying there on the floor.

I wander the halls of the castle in a daze, not processing anything. My ears ring, and my limbs feel heavy. After a while, I find myself in front of the Great Hall. The doors are open for breakfast, and the early risers are scattered along the tables. I look up to the front, my eyes meeting Snape's. My gaze slips from him, to two seats down.

He sits there, laughing as he shoves sausages in his face. Bile rises in my throat, and I turn and run from the room. I barely make it to the toilets before my stomach empties itself. I heave, my legs giving out under me. My knees hit the hard floor, my arms trembling as I cling to the toilet.

"Hazel?" I hear someone enter the bathroom behind me. I don't bother looking up. Not that I even have the strength to do so.

"Are you okay?" I feel some kneel next to me, red hair swinging into view.

"No." I whimper, tears forming in my eyes.

"Do you want me to go get someone?" She offers.

"No. Its too late anyway." I cry, chest heaving as my body tries to throw up once again. There's nothing left in me though.

"What do you mean, too late?" Ginny's voice is full of suspicion. I suppose it would take a blind person not to notice the way Carrow has been eyeing me.

"He found me." I sniff. "He found me in the library. And." I can't say it. If I say it, it makes it more real.

"You need to tell the Headmaster. He likes you. He could do something." She says, pity in her voice.

"No, he can't. You-know-who won't let him." I sob, putting my face in my hands. "You can't tell anyone. Please."

She doesn't say anything else. She just wraps her arms around me and holds me. Despite the fact that I am openly on the other side, this is a type of hurt that goes beyond that.

I cry in her arms, feeling tainted and ruined.

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