All I Have Left

Chapter 100

chapter 100! LFG!!! finally done with sixth year.

TW: sexual assault, blood

Every night since I left, I have dreamt of blond hair and silver eyes. I have dreamt of green curses and falling bodies and helpless students. I have dreamt of a Dark Lord torturing teenagers for information. I have dreamt of murder and pain and suffering.

Tonight was no different. My mind taunted me with images of corpses in a row, from Cedric, Sirius, and my parents to Draco, Daphne, Blaise, Harry, Hermione...

I've lost everything. I grasp at cold skin in desperation, searching for any signs of life in any of the bodies and coming up empty. I wail and wail, but the liquid flowing from my eyes is red and thick. I'm bleeding, not crying; I'm bleeding out of my eyes, out of my nose, my mouth, and my ears. But I won't die. As much as I bleed, I just can't seem to die.

Usually, these nightmares have me startling awake with gasping breaths. However, tonight I wake slowly. My mind comes to before my body does, and thankfully I don't open my eyes immediately, because one of the first things I register is someone's hands on me. For a moment, a spark of hope ignites in my chest, wishful thinking leading me to momentarily believe these hands belonged to Draco.

But no, these hands are larger and calloused— they belong to a stranger. A male. They trace the skin on my arms, the fingertips grazing my skin in a sickeningly gentle manner that has me trying to regulate my breathing to contain any fear. They travel down to the exposed Dark Mark on my left forearm, following the pattern slowly as he releases a low chuckle. The bile in my throat thickens.

Next the hands caress my torso over the fabric of my tank top, pressing down on my stomach before greedily taking a clothed breast in each hand and squeezing roughly. I swallow down any sort of exclamation of pain. He twists my nipples over my shirt before reaching down and harshly pushing the material up over my chest to expose my body. Last night, I had opted out of wearing a bra to bed, but now I'm regretting my decision.

There's a sudden wetness on my chest and I bite back a gasp, feeling the tongue move around my skin and lathering my body in saliva. I struggle to repress the urge to fight this man off of me, my discomfort and disgust only growing by the second. It feels like hours that he fixates on my chest when I know in reality it's only been minutes.

He releases my nipple from his mouth with a pop. "Let's hope this got you nice and ready for me."

He moves down to my shorts, unbuttoning them and sliding them down to my knees. He uses his thumb to press down on my core over my underwear, moving the digit around for a bit before pulling down my underwear as well. I'm completely exposed to him now.

"I should've known a prude bitch like you wouldn't be into this shit." He says under his breath. "I'll make you like it."

It's difficult to stay calm. The man is going to rape me if I let him continue, but I can't move just yet or else he might be able to do fatal damage to me.

"So fucking muscular now." The man growls, gripping one of my thighs with one hand while the other moves to my upper arm. His voice is familiar yet paralyzing. "You used to be so skinny and dainty. Now you're like a man."

He squeezes my bicep and pinches it before continuing bending his head down to my center. He starts to use his fingers on me, evidently attempting to prepare me for when he plans to rape me later. He's distracted with his task, so as he continues, I slowly slide my hand underneath my pillow and grip the dagger there. Without wasting another moment, I lunge forward and make a move for his neck.

He yelps, holding up a hand to protect his neck and resulting in me slicing it clean off his arm. A guttural scream leaves the man, and when he turns to look at me, a murderous glint in his eyes, I recognize him after a few seconds.