One Opportunity
Marietta found herself naked in the Forbidden Forest. There was a note on a tree, likely stuck there with a sticking charm.
Dear Sneak,
We agreed that despite everything you did, Azkaban and the possible receipt of the Dementor's Kiss will be a suitable punishment for multiple acts of rape and dark magic. We decided, however, that you should be allowed the chance to properly embarrass yourself, to punish you for your original crime, which you were so intent on shirking before. Consequently, we decided to knock you out and leave you in the Forest, your uniform and wand where you left them. If you wake up with fewer memories than expected, Harry can take the credit for that, because he was inclined to kick you in the head for some reason.
She tried to piece together how they got her out of the castle before deciding what to do. Potter had an invisibility cloak, and there were spells for moving unconscious bodies, so the only difficulty would be making it look normal for them to go outside. Remembering that it was the weekend, they could have made it look like they were trying to beat the rush to Hogsmeade, since it appeared to be early in the morning. Carrying her to the Forest would only have required one or two people, which could probably be done without looking too out of the ordinary.
"All I have to do is retrieve my wand," she decided. Her uniform would be nice, of course, and not having it was the main reason it would be no easy task to get her wand back, but once she had it, she could disillusion herself and get away. With her plan unraveled and as many witnesses having been informed of her crimes, there was no way of escaping Azkaban except by escaping Britain entirely. She could try to get her parents to falsify her documents and have her transfer to Australia, but there was still a chance of being caught and extradited.
It was about then that her nagging doubts caught up to her. Granger could not have told everyone in the castle that she had committed multiple crimes, because then she would fear her own imprisonment rather than humiliation. It would defeat the stated purpose of stripping her of clothes and separating her from her wand. The punishment had been set up to force her to go through the castle and endure the stares as she went to retrieve either her robes or wand. If caught by a Prefect or a teacher, she would be verbally reprimanded and most likely handed a detention, if not a more serious punishment.
If she waited for dark, she could probably move about the castle unnoticed, but getting in would be impossible. It stood to reason, therefore, that she would have to sneak in while it was light, find a hiding place, and then wait for dark to get her wand. She would still be contending with the Prefects and teachers who were allowed to move about the school at night, but it was substantially less likely than being caught during the day. Being caught at night would most likely mean being sent straight to her dormitory, punishment to follow in the morning, There, she could possibly find some extra clothes, but waiting until morning would almost certainly mean going to Azkaban, since someone from the former Defense Association would have reported on her by then.
Crossing the grounds after surfacing from the Forest, she suspected some people would be able to see her from the windows, but that was only if they looked out, and the windows were mostly stained. If they saw a nude form crossing the grass, they would probably not even leave class. She flattened herself against a wall as soon as she reached it, though the wall was colder than she would have liked. Her nipples pointed in the cool air and the wall was rough and cold against her arse. Marietta found herself preferring a warm, smooth touch, but certainly not from a wizard.
She reached one of the entrances and crouched down beside it, waiting for it to open. It was possible to open from outside, of course, but she had no idea who was behind it, and the Hogsmeade rush was likely to leave at any time. As the door opened, she lowered herself next to it as a little crowd of students left. She hoped their eyes would be going forward the whole time, but she could just imagine what would happen if someone turned back to look at her. Immediately she would be exposed in the worst possible way; the wizards would stare at her as the witches tried to look away. If they looked at her at all, it would only be with looks of pity, or perhaps scorn.
Deciding it would be better to stand up, the better to hide herself behind the doors as they swung outward, her body was again exposed as she hid. She could spare a hand and chose to keep that over her sex, which was warmer than the rest of her. Her fingers felt cold as the doors opened again and she heard the voices as they left.
"...rapist, that's what..."
"...disgusting; completely disgusting..."
"...bet she loves it..."
As they went out to the grounds and down the hill, they seemed to be talking about her. Her knees went together and her thighs started twitching as her ears drank in their words. Despite her discomfort, she felt that bizarre sensation welling up from her sex and moving her fingers was the only thing that seemed to make it calm down. Continuing to shamelessly play with herself as another group of students left, she decided that there was no need for shame, since the fault of her being out there was entirely with her enemies. She despised them and dreamed of further revenge as the viscous liquid ran down her leg. She put her free hand over her mouth as her orgasm washed over her, keeping the passing witches and wizard from hearing her moan.
Eventually what looked like the last crowd passed and she stole inside as quickly as possible, knowing there was a classroom almost immediately inside. She caught a glimpse of someone in the distance, but made it to the classroom in a blur, shutting herself inside. Fortunately, it seemed there was no one in there with her, but there was nowhere to hide either. It was a standard classroom, with desks and a front desk, but that offered no particular coverage, and students commonly used classrooms to study over the weekend.
"And if I remember correctly from last year, they use them for completely unrelated matters as well," she muttered to herself, taking position behind the door as she heard footsteps in the corridor. Marietta silently cursed herself for believing she would be so lucky that no one would notice her nude form.
"I could've sworn-"
"Might not've been the same witch."
"Well, exactly who else could it be? I saw her, clear as day, gobbling down a cock in the Great Hall." She wanted to scream. With her confusion, there was anger never far behind. "Who else runs about starkers like that?"
"We're wastin' our time. You saw it, someone waved a wand at her and she disappeared."
"That's no surprise. She's been disillusioning herself, she has. Everyone knows it. Don't know where it started, but it's got 'round to most of the school now." It was all she could do to refrain from rolling her eyes, wondering if that made a sound. "-'sides, that lucky bastard gettin' his knob polished? He didn't look at her like she vanished into nothin'. He looked at her like she was runnin', an' he could hear her footsteps."
Whoever the wizard was, Marietta could be almost certain he was an enemy. The most likely explanation was that he or someone else learned about the charm that created an illusory double of herself, most likely after she used one to clone Potter to keep suspicions from being raised for a moment. She hung her head for a moment as the door closed again and she was alone once more. There truly was no life that remained to her under her current identity. Even if she somehow convinced everyone she had never committed any of the crimes she had so far, her enemies could simply invent new crimes.
Waiting in uncertainty that the door would open again, she decided that her wand was the better target, since the Trophy Room was on the ground floor, and if she could presume it to be where she left it, it was at least closer. The trouble was that meant she would be going after it naked. Without an idea as to how much time was passing, she would have to wait and hope for the best.
It was easy at first, since her fear of discovery kept her feet planted where they were, but every minute that past saw her more anxious than the last. She wondered what had happened to her wand since she lost it. Had someone picked it up? Had Granger simply lied and written a false note for the purpose of ensnaring her? It was possible, of course, but what choice did she have except to believe it? Without her wand, she had no chance of escape, and no chance of avoiding further embarrassment. Within hours, she would be in Azkaban.
When it felt like there was little movement in the castle, she decided to take her chance. If she waited too long, someone would find her, since teachers were supposed to be making their rounds and there was enough of a chance one of them would come to the classroom, where she had no place to hide except behind the door. To make matters worse, many adults knew the human reveal charm, which would give away her exact position, as she had no defense against it. Noticing it was only evening as she opened the door, as the exterior windows still showed signs of sunlight, she was about to close the door again when she heard an incantation.
"Homenum Revelio."
If they had her exact position, she had to move. She knew not who was casting it or why, but she could not eliminate her mortal enemies from suspicion. They knew, after all, that she would have to come into the castle to get her wand, her only means of escape. Crossing the corridor and going into what looked like an office, she waited for the sound of footsteps to pass, and then pass the other way. Marietta was grateful not to have entered by the greenhouses, though those were usually locked on the weekends anyway. Allowing herself to exhale, she opened the door again and looked out. To get to the Trophy Room, she would have to cross the Great Hall, but the problem there was that even one sentry patrolling a wide open room would probably see her first.
"I have to look for something to protect myself from being seen, even momentarily... a spare robe might work," she muttered to herself. She thought of the laundry room, but that was far away. "The House Elves, though, can apparate within Hogwarts. If I were to find one of them, I could ask them to retrieve a robe for me." While she hated the thought of being naked in front of a creature of near-human intelligence, it was unlikely they would tell anyone about her request, at least not until morning. Slowly walking through the corridor, ready to duck behind a suit of armour at any moment, she caught sight of Professor Sprout at the corner.
"If anyone is sneaking around here, please be aware that I know we had an early curfew this evening, and you will not be in terrible trouble if you were to admit to being out of bed," she said, looking around. Marietta knew better than to reveal her position, since it would be easy enough for her enemies to masquerade as a teacher using Polyjuice Potion, which they had brewed once. She waited for the Herbology teacher to shake her head sagely before walking off.
"Sometimes the teachers here are truly thick," she muttered.