Name: Norah Ellen Walker
House/Year: Gryffindor/2nd year
Blood Type: Muggle-born
Wand: Elm, 9 inches, Dragon Heartstring, Supple
Broom: Doesn't have one.
Attire: Dark blue skinny jeans, aqua blue fitted long-sleeve knit top with a hood, gray sneakers.
Location: Room of Requirement - 2nd Floor
Travel: Not Applicable
Tagging: Chadwick
Norah nodded, her eyes welling up a bit. She knew it was going to be difficult sharing the story regarding Leo and that horrible two-day stint in which she was his prisoner. Never had two days seemed like such a long time, in fact, it had seemed an eternity until she'd gotten lucky enough he'd slipped. Unfortunately, the way in which he'd slipped... yeah, not a defining moment to say the least.
"Well, like you, I won't leave anything out and though it probably doesn't compare to some of the things you've been through..." Norah's voice trailed as she choked back her tears. "It is definitely a story that recounts the most horrifying time I've ever experienced in my life. The worst and longest two days I've ever known..."
Norah swallowed hard as she remembered how quickly her life went from typical angst to surreal and insane in the matter of moments. And it was all thanks to a charming Slytherin named Leo.
"Anyway, it started with my befriending a few Slytherins back in Primary. I was never one to care about what house someone was in or whether you were pure, half or whatever. Being Muggle-born, I was already pre-disposed to open-minded thinking. But my personality only added to that." Norah took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "Anyhow, my friends in Slytherin found it refreshing that someone from Gryffindor was so willing to hang out with them, especially coming from Muggle parents. They loved it. Especially Leo. And he made sure I knew it."
Norah averted her gaze, staring off at nothing as memories flooded her mind. Times had actually been decent until that fateful day Leo showed his true colors. His true intentions.
"It was about four years ago now. I was sixteen," Norah continued, her voice going even in its tone as she tried to hold back the tears. There would be time enough for that as her story had only just begun. "Somehow I'd caught Leo's eye, or so I'd thought and he made sure to make me feel like I was important and special. Like I mattered. He consoled me over my dealings with my parents, helped me with my studies, commended me for standing up for my beliefs and not taking flack. Then, one day he asked me to sit at his table with him during lunch. That was the start of something I hadn't expected, but was willing to take on in full force at the time." She paused a moment, remembering just how Leo's face looked that day. "He told me I was beautiful, the most amazing witch he'd ever known and that he'd be honored if I'd accept his proposition on going steady with him. Of course, me being flattered, never having had anyone give me a second look before... said yes. Plus, I'd known him for a while and he seemed to know me well. Seemed logical so I figured I'd give it chance and see."
Norah sucked in another sharp breath just then before letting it go slowly.
"Shortly after, he began to pressure me. Telling me that if I cared about him, we could do things together that witches and wizards did to show their affections. He assured me he was in it for the long haul, that I was different... my gut felt apprehensive, but damnit I craved something so badly that I went against it and gave in." She closed her eyes for a long moment before opening them once more. "And so I lost my virginity. It wasn't spectacular like I'd hoped for and he hardly had any care for my feelings or anything else when I gave myself to him... I bled. I cried. He came. I..." She paused. "Of course, afterward he apologized, telling me that I felt so good he couldn't help himself. Stupid me for believing that." Again, she paused for a moment. "After that night the sex was a bit better. He wasn't the best lover, but at least it didn't hurt after that first night, not until later."
Norah turned a bit to look at Chadwick, her face a bit pale as she looked at him. She took in the sight of him before averting her eyes once more, wanting to commit more of his features to memory. God, she wanted to look at him as she spoke, but it was hard. Damn hard.
"A few short weeks after our first night, Leo decided he wanted to celebrate our first month anniversary together. Naturally, I was elated. We went out on a date to Hogsmeade and that was when my life turned upside down. When our date finished, instead of heading back to the castle, he cursed me. Next thing I knew I was in an unfamiliar room, unable to move due to some sort of binding curse and my wand was taken away from me. I had no idea where I was or what had happened or why and then I heard that voice. That familiar voice that was Leo's."
Norah stopped speaking just then, her eyes welling up as tears began to fall from them, streaking her cheeks.
"He called me so many things. Whore, mudblood... He told me I was his biggest achievement yet though he'd have to be sure to cleanse himself thoroughly after all was said and done. He couldn't believe how easy it was to get me to spread my legs for him, that I was whore and would never forget it..." More tears fell from her eyes. "While I'd been bound by the curse, he forced me to use a very unique sort of quill—one that bears no ink nor needs any from an inkwell. He made me take it in my left hand since I'm a lefty and then write the word 'whore' over and over and over again on a piece parchment. And once that piece of parchment was full, he made me continue on another. And all the while I did that, he... oh god..." She started to cry out right for a moment. "While I did that, he removed my clothes and touched me. He made sure I came over and over again. I couldn't even stop it. I couldn't though I tried. I was disgusted, felt dirty, just..." Again, Norah cried. "He left me alone for a few hours once he was pleased with that scar..."
Norah took a moment to collect herself. Taking a deep breath before continuing on.
"When Leo came back he had more in store for me. I remember crying the moment he entered only that made him laugh. He seemed pleased by that just as it had pleased him that I'd cried when the first scar had been made on my hand. I was frantic, didn't know what to expect or do so my mind started to anticipate the worst." More tears fell as Norah spoke, but her voice remained calm. "He looked at my scar and began addressing me as 'Whore' from that point on. He then spread my legs and took my body only I refused to shout out. I refused to cry. That angered him, but I just wouldn't. I couldn't. So that was when he turned me over and started his 'masterpiece', as he called it... He conjured up a blade with his wand and began to slowly carve my back... each letter with careful precision. But even still, I wouldn't cry. I wouldn't even scream... Instead I found a hiding place." She paused a moment. "My special place that he couldn't find. It was a dark and hidden corner deep within my mind. The only way he'd have found it was with a spell he wasn't powerful enough to use..." More tears fell and she let out a shaky breath. "When he finished he yelled at me, wanting to know why I wouldn't cry out. But I stayed silent... Angry, he left me alone again and didn't come back for quite some time. When Leo finally came back he inspected his work and told me what he'd done. He cursed the scar to ensure it would never fully heal, at least not with any of the known spells or brews the Healers knew of at that time anyway. He even showed me what it looked like using some mirrors in hopes to get some kind of reaction out of me. But still, I showed nothing." Norah swallowed hard just then. "I then noticed that he was holding onto my wand, that it was strapped to his belt loop. So, for the first time since the incident when he'd marked me as 'whore', I finally spoke. I told him that I deserved everything I was getting and had it coming, that I'd been reflecting on what he'd been doing and why. I told him I wanted to make it up to him somehow so I offered to suck him off. He was apprehensive at first, but eventually he was good with the idea."
Norah bit down on her lip as she remembered that moment, that vile and disgusting moment in time.
"I took him into my mouth and sucked him until I could tell he wasn't thinking straight. I then asked him to allow me to have one hand free so I could stroke him a little, just the one hand, nothing more. He obliged me... his stupidity. I used that moment to grab my wand from him and stupefy him. It was all I needed to get away from him."
Norah broke down just then, burying her face in her hands. She had hoped she wouldn't cry and she knew that Chadwick saw crying as a weakness. But even though four years had passed, the wounds were still fresh.
"I haven't let a man touch me since that incident. Not until you..."
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