Chapter 7
Voldemort had immediately dismissed his Death Eaters when he heard Harriet. It was hard to believe one of his followers had the audacity of raping a child. Once everyone was out, the Dark Lord stared at the trembling teen. Narcissa tried to hush away all her problems like any mother would, and Severus did the same. The man kneeled to be the same height as the girl and tried to be as gentle as possible. "Harriet, can you tell me who he is?" He asked, "Can you tell me who SJ's father is?"
The teen shook her head. "I am not telling. He knows about SJ, and I'm not risking his life for you to seek vengeance on my behalf."
"They are my followers and will obey whatever I order them to do." He explained, "When I say you are no longer the enemy, your life and your son's life are off limits."
"No matter what you tell me, I am not going to tell you who SJ's father is. Because it wouldn't be the first time a follower betrayed you," Harriet said. Then she looked at her father. "I want to go to my room; I need to see SJ."
Severus and Narcissa helped the teen up and took her to her room. "My Lord, if I may?" Lucius interrupted.
"You may, Lucius." The Lord said.
"If you want to know who the father is, we can use the lineage potion," Lucius explained. "Harriet will never talk about her experience with her relatives. She has spent six years hiding it."
"The girl will never agree to the potion, and we need to gain her trust." The Lord said.
"I'm saying this as a friend. Harriet will never say who the father is. We need to use the potion before something bad happens to Potter and her child."
"I suggest you stop talking about this Lucius. I will not risk the little trust Harriet has in people just so we can avenge her past."
"Marvolo, since when did you start calling Potter Harriet?" The Dark Lord remained silent, trying to answer that question himself.
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Lady Malfoy and the teen's new father were soothing both teen and baby. The teen mother was trying to soothe her child but failing. All she could think of at the moment was seeing her baby's father and how she could prevent him from touching her son. Her father held her in a warm and loving hug without flinching with Severus' touch. On the other hand, Narcissa also soothed the teen by giving her words of encouragement. "Don't fret, child. Everything will be okay." Severus assured. "No one will dare to touch you, but I won't allow it."
They were all interrupted by Draco knocking on the new door. "Am I interrupting?" the male teen said.
"What can I do for you, Draco," his mother asked.
"Um, I wanted to talk to Potter," He said. "Alone."
"I don't think it will be the..."
"It's okay, just wait outside." Harriet interrupted her father. "I'll be alright."
Reluctantly, the two adults left the teen alone with Draco. "What do you want to talk about, Malfoy?"
Harriet saw a different side of the indifferent Draco Malfoy for the first time. He looked sad and worried. "I, Uncle Severus, told me what happened to you." Harriet was stiff at the declaration. "He didn't go into much detail, just that you were hurt and raped... I-I want to say I'm sorry for being such a prat."
The teenage girl was shocked, to say the least. She looked at Draco as if he had grown another head. The other teen kept explaining why he acted the way he did. It took a while for Harriet to accept Draco's apology. There, Harriet opened up and bonded with Draco. Even SJ wouldn't stop playing with the male's silver hair. "This brat is ruining my beautiful hair," Draco groaned.
"He has never seen your hair color before," the teen explained with a laugh. There were so few times I could take him out; I'm amazed he hasn't cried for being here."
"Well, how could he? This little guy knows how to live in style and decorum." Draco smirked smugly. The teen settled the small child between his legs, facing his mother. "Again, I'm sorry."
"You are forgiven, Draco. Just don't call 'Mione Mudblood. For all we know, she's a relative of yours."
"Why do you say that?" He gasped.
"I believe that all the Muggleborns are descendants of squibs," the teen explains. I just don't think magic would be born out of nowhere." The teens were distracted by the drooping child's yawning. In their small conversation, the two teens failed to realize how sleepy the baby was. Draco carried him carefully to the crib and admired his angelic appearance.
"I have to say, Potter, he is a good kid... For a half-blood." That earned a smile from the teen mother, who was standing right beside Draco. "I swear we are going to spoil him rotten."
"Well, isn't this a lovely scene?" A man said.
All color drained from Harriet, "What are you doing here?" Draco said, but the man didn't answer. The man drew his wand, but sadly, Draco didn't match his speed. "Expe-"
"STUPEFY!" The man yelled. "Now, my dear, let's continue where we left off."
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Severus and Narcissa were surprised when they were called to see the Dark Lord. For a minute, they thought they had to take care of the emotional teen. They were glad that the two rivals could put their differences aside and form a friendship. "I am so glad that Draco will help Harriet in the future," the teen's mother said. What worries me is leaving them alone with SJ's father roaming in the manor."
Severus sighed. "What I'm worried about is when their new term begins. With Sirius being as energetic as he is, I'm afraid Dumbledore will discover them," he said worriedly, not noticing the pain in that sentence.
"You care for the girl," Narcissa smiled.
"I have for a very long time."
"She reminds you strongly of her mother, doesn't she?"
"Always," Severus entered the throne room where Lucius and Tom were still discussing SJ's father. "You called for us, my lord?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Tom said. "I never called for you; you were supposed to stay with Harriet until she calmed down."
The Potion Master and Lady Malfoy exchanged looks. "My lord, we were told you wanted to speak with us about Harriet."
"Now, Severus, do I have to repeat myself?" The Dark Lord remarked. "I. DID. NOT. CALL.YOU."
"If you didn't call," Narcissa stopped at midsentence, knowing what had happened. "Severus, we must go back, Harriet is in danger."
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In the short period Narcissa and Severus took to get to the throne room, the man had already taken advantage of Harriet. The girl's clothes were gone in seconds, and he began his work. The man whispered in her ear the joy and pleasure he felt being near her again. He felt satisfied that he was violating the Savior again, even when his Lord told him not to. To him, hearing the teenager's cry as he slowly penetrated her was breathtaking. The adrenaline that he felt amazed him. He whispered in her ears his moans, pleasures, and threats.
As Harriet went through her yearly pain, she only thought of ways she could escape from the man's grasp. Any type of attack towards her abuser would result in her death or her child's death. Her wand was out of reach, and Draco remained frozen thanks to him. She continued hearing his threats as she begged for her freedom. "Please let me go, I won't tell anyone about you..."
"How can I know you have not betrayed me?" He moaned. He continued thrusting until he was satisfied. He threw Harriet near the crib, which caused it to wobble a little. "For all I know, your saviors might be looking for me as of now."
He cleaned himself up but got distracted by a low cry. "Mama," the man heard and gave the evilest grin Harriet had ever seen. "So, this is my famous son."
"He's not your son." Harriet spat angrily. "He is MY son!"
"Then, if he's only your son, there is no need to keep him alive," He said as he cast a spell that broke the crib, causing Sirius to fall and hurt his little head.
When Harriet saw the spell collide-colliding with the crib, she saw red. When her child cried for comfort thanks to the pain his father caused, it made her motherly instincts protect him. In the blink of an eye, Harriet's eyes glowed, showing only raw power. Her magic made the man fly to the other side of the room. Once she got up, the teen grabbed the man by his collar. "You can do anything that you want with me. You can beat me, rape me, and curse me, but you can NEVER. TOUCH. MY. SON. YAXLEY!"