I Own You
TW:
Non-graphic SA
9th March 1978
Solana grinned as she walked out of the library, she knew exactly what to get Remus for his birthday, she headed straight to the statue of the one eyed witch on the third floor, opening up the entrance with the spell.
She headed down the long passageway, Regulus had told her about this exit after Sirius had told him, if he was right, she should end up in the honeydukes cellar.
She had never actually used it but Regulus had assured her that it would work. When she got to the end she found the wooden door. She quietly opened the hatch crawling out. It took a moment for her to sneak past the shopkeeper but she did so swiftly, ending up on the streets of Hogsmeade.
She walked past the shops heading towards the luggage shop.
The bell rang as she opened the door, the shop assistant looked up from his paperwork and smiled at her.
“Afternoon miss, what is it you're after?”
“You do personalisation’s, right?”
“Of course, Miss.”
Perfect.
☀︎
10th March 1978
22:56
Remus hadn’t told her a time to arrive at the party but she also didn’t want to get there too early, she really did not want stares when she entered so she decided she would wait until most people were drunk enough to forget they had even seen her.
She looked at herself in the mirror, fixing her hair for the tenth time in the past twenty minutes. She applied a quick layer of lipstick before straightening her dark blue dress.
Alecto walked out of the bathroom, looking at her.
“You look nice,” she said, but Solana ignored her. “Lana, I really am sorry, please can you just talk to me–”
“I have nothing to say to you, Alecto.” she said, picking up her cloak from her bed.
“Please, Lana–” Alecto reached for her arm but Solana pulled away, turning towards her.
“You know, you could have at least told me.” she snapped, “You watched me act like a fool in front of him while all this time you were fucking him.”
Alecto put her head down in shame. “Lana–”
“Just fuck off Alecto,” Solana rolled her eyes, as she buttoned up her cloak, brushing past her and towards the door.
“Antonin’s been using the Imperius curse on you,”
Solana paused, she looked back at her once childhood friend.
“He uses it every time he– you always say no to him so he would…” Alecto told her, her voice was small. “He would use it on you to get what he wanted.”
“How long have you known?” Solana asked, she could feel her throat tighten, her eyes began to sting.
“A few… a few months–”
Solana closed her eyes, she remembered every time he had asked her for sex and how many times she said no to him, yet he would always be able to convince her.
“Lana I’m sorry–”
“Did he ever use it on you?”
Alecto shook her head, “No.”
Solana nodded, biting the inside of her cheek, her throat burned. “You are an awful person,” she said, before leaving the dormitory room, she wiped the tears from her cheeks and took a deep breath before entering the empty common room.
She made her way towards the exit but as she opened the door a hand from behind her closed it, their body pushed her into the door.
“Where are you going?” Antonin’s low voice growled in her ear.
The hairs on her arm stood up as a chill ran through her body, Antonin gripped her shoulder, turning her around.
“For a walk,” Solana muttered, but he lifted up his hand, his thumb roughly smearing the lipstick from her lips on her cheek.
She flinched back as he pulled at her cloak, revealing her blue dress.
He laughed maniacally, “A fucking walk?” he gripped her cheeks, shoving her back into the wall. “You look like a whore.”
Solana pushed him away from her, “We are not married yet, you cannot control me–”
Antonin loomed over her, “What don’t you understand Solana, I can control you and I will–”
“Are you going to use the Imperius curse again?” her voice grew louder. “Yeah, I know all about that–”
She yelped as Antonin grabbed the back of her neck dragging her through the common room and towards the staircase.
“Get off me!” she screamed, she reached for her wand in her pocket but he was quicker than her, snatching it from her grip. “Antonin get off of me!”
“Shut the fuck up!” he barked, pushing her onto his bed in the boys dorm. “Everyone out now!”
“Dolohov, what the fuck?” Barty stuck his head from the curtain.
“I said everyone out!” he ordered, causing all of them to get out of their beds and leave, through the tears she saw Rabastan hesitate.
“Dolohov–”
“Get the fuck out!” Antonin shouted, slamming the door and sealing it shut, he breathed in deeply as he looked at her. “Take your dress off.”
Solana’s heart pounded as she looked around, the window was too small for her to escape from and she didn’t have her wand.
“Take your dress off!” he yelled, he began unbuttoning his shirt.
“No,” she shook her head.
She jumped backwards as Antonin darted towards her grabbing the neckline of her dress and ripped it all the way to the bottom.
“Antonin stop–” she pleaded, trying to cover herself up but he was controlled by rage, he grabbed the ropes from the bedside cabinet. “Antonin please!”
“I own you, Solana. And now I’m showing you I never had to use the Imperius curse on you, because I always get what I want!”
Solana tried to kick him off of her but he sat on her stomach, holding her down as he began securing her wrists to the headboard.
“GET OFF ME!”
He pressed his hand on her mouth muffling her cries, he held her down as her screams faded into nothing. Solana grew weaker and weaker until she was unable to move, her body felt bruised, tarnished and dirty.
“I told you,” Antonin growled when he finished. “I own you. I can do whatever I want to you and there is nothing you can do to change that.”
At that moment, all Solana could think was how much she wanted to die.