The Last Horcrux/Lestrange Manor/Ceremony Room/Its not true, you are a virgin

“No!” You cry out and struggle, as the statue forces your face into the waters of the Pensieve.

For all your fantasies, and all the times you have pleasured yourself, you are still a virgin, having never known the loving touch of another, the statue knows, and you are terrified that it’s cold dead stone will violate your body. When it finally pulls your head up out of the Pensive though, it is not the statue that is staring at you, but an evil looking man, naked and fully erect. The statue has taken the form of your Uncle, Radolphus.

“You naughty girl,” he says, aloud and in a normal, but cruel sounding voice, “you lied to me, and now you must be punished.”

“No! no! Let me go!” You beg, but he is too strong for you.

“Your mother made a rule, any girl who comes in here must be fucked. And I had so much fun over the years raping little innocents like you. Evanesco!”

You cry out as the vanishing spell makes your clothes turn to smoke. Now you are naked in the hands of a man set on raping you. You struggle and cry out but he is far too strong for you. The stone walls and ceiling deaden any sounds. You scream and cry out for your nanny, for Servus or Henry to come and save you, but no one comes.

The man moves normally, and his skin is warm, unlike the stone of the statue. His flesh against yours feels grotesque, and his hot breath on your face repulses you. You feel him kissing and licking your body, your face, your neck, your little breasts. You struggle and kick, but he holds you down, tying your arms first, and then your legs to a sofa which must have been made to restrain girls and women. You beg him to stop as he forces his fingers, and then his tongue into your vagina.

“Nooo… please stop, please don’t”

This isn’t how it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be with a girl that you loved. It was supposed to be special.

The man is laughing, calling you names and groping you all over. Your vagina is wet with his saliva but seized up tightly, all of your muscles tensed as you struggle in vain against the ropes and his hands.

You can see his erection and you are terrified as he lines it up against your vagina, and forces himself inside you.

Your only blessing is that you broke your own hymen years ago, otherwise this rape would be agonising. It is still painful, as he drives himself deep into your dry pussy. You cry and cry, and then try to relax, hoping it will be over soon. But the disgusting man seems to savour taking your innocence, pulling out of you, before thrusting himself back in again. Your foul uncle, who was imprisoned in Azkaban, for murder, and rape, and torture…

You hear him grunt with orgasm. Has open come inside you? Can a statue even do that?

He pulls out of you and pauses to breathe. And then all of a sudden the man is gone, replaced by the statue again. It undoes your bonds and walks back to its plinth, it uncanny hideous moving without moving, and then it is still.

Realising you are free you rush for your wand. The statue does nothing as you point your wand toward it and hurl your spell with every ounce of your rage.

“CONFRINGO! You scream, and the statue is smashed into a dozen pieces, it’s magical aura destroyed.

After destroying the statue, you flee the cellar, tears streaming down your face. You are found by your nanny, and by Servus, the house elf. When they ask you what has happened, you are unable to tell them, but you are able to scream about being possessed by Voldemort long enough for them to believe you have lost your mind.

A doctor arrives, and you slay him with an unforgivable curse. Then, several aurors arrive, only to die too. Several more aurors arrive, and you are eventually incapacitated and sent to Azkaban prison.

Imprisoned there, you truly do lose your mind, and only after many years are you found by two young aurors, named Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger. They have discovered that you are the last remaining Horcrux of Lord Voldemort, and try their best to save your soul and exorcise his. You put up a fight though, and hurt them both grievously, but they are eventually able to overpower you. Neville stabs you, saving his fellow Auror Hermione, who had made herself vulnerable trying to save your life.

In your dying moments, you feel the soul of Voldemort fleeing your body, only to be destroyed by Hermione, who wields magic you have never seen, and holds the Elder Wand in her hand.

At least in Death, you will know peace.

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