A lifetime of loathing{Evan}

[MEGAN VICTORIA TAYLOR]

There was a lot of chatter going about the Great Hall that evening at dinner time. Students, mainly first years, were comparing their classes and also their wands. About half of the student population were wearing a silver band on their robes. The silver band had identified them as muggleborns, or simply Mudbloods. They were the ones whose plates were half full. The idea being that they didn’t deserve anything. Nothing at all. A black haired girl was glancing around the hall, sitting down at the Ravenclaw Table next to her two friends. She was eying the surroundings through dark brown eyes that held a bit of weariness to them. Megan Taylor ran a hand through her waist long hair, disgusted with the way things were going in the wizarding world. Disgusted that she didn’t have a say for a half blood as herself. She glanced down at her robes, glaring at the grey band. Alexis reached over her for a plate, chattering away. Megan glanced up at Katherine, who was staring at the other girl. She switched from French to English so fast. The fifteen year old tried her hardest to stifle her giggles. She tried her hardest to keep a straight face.

It was replaced by a terrified look as she glanced down at the Slytherin table. At one boy in particular. Evan. He was a year older than her and it seemed he had taken a spot as her personal tormentor or stalker. She had tried to do something about him but that failed. If any it made her singled out even worse. A small sigh escaped from her lips as she poked at her plate. She wished things should have stayed the way they were. She wished that Dumbledore didn’t have to die. She wished….well a lot of things to be honest. The black haired girl frowned at her plate. What was she thinking? She was trying to live in the past. Like so many other people she knew. She poked at her half-finished plate, glancing around at the Hall. A lot of people loathed her. Loathed her for the simple fact that she did not have a pureblood owner. Well why wouldn’t she? Growing up, Megan lived in two worlds. Her mother was a muggleborn and her father, well really stepfather, was a wizard. Megan personally remembered little of her childhood. She had the gaps filled in by her mother. Her birthfather must surely have been a wizard. No one on her mother’s side was magic at all.

The fifteen year old girl had vowed to do some research but she had little to no information. To her it didn’t mean anything. Kyle was still her father no matter what. Certainly he had been there for her every step of the way. Megan thanked her lucky stars that he wasn’t a pureblood elitist. Things would have been really bad for her. She had chosen not to be owned by someone. As a halfblood she had gotten that simple leeway. She felt bad for the two boys. Their lives have to be in total domination. Ruled over by the Slytherins. It was half way through dinner when she stood up. The two girls stopped talking and looked at her, wondering if she was okay. Megan just smiled and nodded. She told them that she’ll meet them in the common room later and walked off. She stopped at the Gryffindor table to talk to Ethan and Kevin a bit. Ethan looked a bit beat up. A small sigh escaped from her lips as she walked out after the conversation. It had to be a couple of minutes because the headmaster was heading their way. What I can’t have any fun? She thought to herself, now scowling a little. That’s not right. It’s not fair. She paused. Things certainly were not fair at the moment for her or anyone.

She ran a hand over her hair. It was down in soft waves today. Megan didn’t feel like putting it up. Either way she had to endure the many hatred looks her fellow students threw her way. She bit down on her lower lip as she blinked, now paying attention to her surroundings. How in the name of Merlin did she get to the dungeons? Wasn’t the Tower the other way instead? Oh well. She had a slight feeling she might be regretting her choices later as she slid down a wall. She reached in her bag and pulled out her Charms book and was soon engrossed. She wasn’t too bothered by the footsteps that were slowly coming her way.

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[EVAN JARED ROSIER]

Evan sat down to dinner that night feeling content. Everything was finally right in the world. He was back where he belonged and the mudbloods were finally being put in their place. This was the closest to happy that the Slytherin sixth year had ever been. Happiness was an emotion he had long since lost. His life had been void of love and affection and he’d long since given up hope of ever gaining any. He’d decided that not only did he not want love but that it didn’t exist. Looking out for himself was the priority and that meant supporting the Death Eaters. Which worked out pretty well for him since it gave him the chance to try out all the malicious things in his head. He was actively being encouraged to persecute the mudbloods and he couldn’t wait to try it out.

This train of thought made the blood-lust inside of him bubble up and now he so desperately wanted to let it all out on someone. But who... he had his pick of hundreds of students. He scratched his chin, eyes wandering lazily around the Great Hall and his eyes landed on Megan Taylor. She wasn’t a mudblood but she was half and she hung around with mudblood scum so it wasn’t hard for him to hate her. And he did hate her. He hated her cheerful smile and bubbly personality, and the she was so sweet to everyone like sugar. It made him sick. And she was intelligent and pretty and popular and he wanted to ruin her. From the moment he had first heard her infectious, melodic laugh ringing through the corridors, he had done everything in his power to make her life an uncomfortable hell. Following her around, sending threatening messages in the middle of the night, winking at her in the corridors, smiling just to confuse her, giving her salacious looks and making ‘accidentally on purpose’ contact with her. If she thought that was bad, well it was about to get a lot worse.

Yes, he decided she was the perfect person to be his first victim. He watched her leave, stopping to talk to the Gryffindor mudbloods as if they deserved any attention and he gripped his knife tightly, resisting the urge to transfigure it into something deadlier and throw it at them. He let her leave, going back to his shepherd’s pie. He was in no rush; he could plan out how he was going to trap her and what he would do when he had her at his mercy. His thoughts stayed with him as he walked back to the common room and at first he thought he was dreaming when he saw a figure that looked suspiciously like her sitting on the floor, engrossed in a book. And then he couldn’t believe his luck. Maybe a thought-out plan wasn’t necessary. Maybe he would just make it up on the spot.

He stopped a short distance away, staring blankly at her. ”Isn’t it a bit dangerous,” His tongue laced over the word, sounding it out slowly, ”For you to be down here? Slytherin territory.” He started taking deliberately slow steps toward her. ”Do you know what we do to trespassers?” He asked, knowing that he didn’t have to make it obvious that the answer was nothing pleasant.

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[MEGAN VICTORIA TAYLOR]

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Her sole attention was focused on the Charms book. She should have paid more attention to her surroundings instead. That was Megan for you. Once a book was open there was no guarantee that she’ll hear the conversations that were going on around her. Merlin, she didn’t even hear the footsteps until a voice spoke, pulling her back to reality. She jumped and closed the book. The black haired girl glanced up and her heart nearly stopped. His voice chilled her to the bone. “…Evan!” It came out as a squeak. For a moment she was paralyzed with fear. The boy that had been stalking her since basically their first year. Who, it seemed, made it a goal to make her life a living misery. She hadn’t said nothing to no one. Not even to the two boys and she knew that would go downhill if she did. She didn’t want any of her friends to get hurt on her account. She would have to live with that guilt forever. And it was not a good thing. Megan took a deep breath. “Slytherin territory? Just cause it is doesn’t mean I should not be down here.” The fifteen year old girl had a feeling that she would pay dearly for her comment. She didn’t care in the slightest bit however.

Megan had the right to stand up for herself when a dire situation calls for it. And, to be honest, this was that type of situation. Although the person that was standing in front of her was someone who could be classified as a stalker. She closed her Charms book and placed it in her bag sighing a bit. What she wouldn’t give to be able to tell Evan off. What she wouldn’t give to finally, finally, be able to summon up the courage to tell the Slytherin what she really thinks of him. Among normal people she would be fine. A snide comment about her friends here and Megan would instantly stand up to defend them. Evan, on the other hand, was….well, different to say the least. She supposed it ticked him off that she had the right to choose whether or not she had an owner. It was at this thought that she had made a slight face. For the life of her, Megan could not, still not, understand why these purebloods would lower other people. Surely people like her would have the right to do anything they wanted. A small sigh escaped her lips. Once Kyle had heard of the law he didn’t want to send her to Hogwarts. He wanted her to stay at home where she was safe.

Away from all of the other things. Besides, who knows what they’ll do to her. She shuddered at his comment. “I bet the picture isn’t pretty but I do have the right you know.” Black eyes gazed up at him. They glittered with half defiance and half nervousness. If there was ever such an in between. Her heart started to race. She slowly placed her hand in her robe pocket. The one that had her wand in it. Touching the wood, feeling it making contact with her fingers, it calmed her. Only just a bit. She had a feeling she would end up needing it. The black haired girl winced at a mental image of her head. It was one of Evan snapping her wand in half. He was yelling at her that she wasn’t worthy of anything. Her face paled slightly as she shook her head. Megan had an overreacted imagination. Sometimes it had gotten the better of her.

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[EVAN JARED ROSIER]

His lip curled in anger as she spoke his name. His first name. Who did she think she was to go around using that like she had the right to!? That was hardly respectful and as far as he was concerned it sent her down further in his estimations. She definitely needed to learn her place in his opinion. Because although she was obviously scared of him (he took great joy in seeing that) she still seemed to think it was okay to answer him back. No, he wasn't having that. He made it his priority to try and intimidate her further, keeping his firm gaze locked onto her face, hard and cold even though he was smirking on the inside because he knew just how afraid of him she was. She had good right to be. He didn't know why he thrived off seeing people afraid. He supposed because it meant you had a level of control over them. Fear was the best way to rule, if people were scared of disobeying you then they would be good, obedient servants. It was just a challenge to get people like Megan to obey. But it was one he was more than willing to take up.

He could see the fight in her. Her words, the look on her face, it angered him slightly that she had the nerve to stand up against him but it also amused him because he knew that sooner rather than later she would crack because he would make her. He had already set the foundations for making her crack he supposed since he had been keeping a very close eye on her over the years. He knew how to. She would break under torture, how could she not? And then he would claim her. He figured why not. He hadn't chosen anybody, for a while he thought he probably wouldn't, he was too much of an isolated person to want to be 'attached' to someone like that. But it would mean he had that extra level of control over Megan. Even if he basically left her alone, she would still constantly be in a state of terror, wondering when he was going to pop up. Yes he liked that idea quite a lot.

He raised an eyebrow, wondering whether to be offended, angry or amused by her words. "I don't think you do have the right." He answered after a very long silence where he watched her put her book away like she thought she could just get up and leave without any consequences. "The Slytherin dungeons are only for those who are worthy. Purebloods." He added, just to eliminate further misunderstanding. "You," he threw a disdainful look at the band on her arm, "are not." He wasn't surprised when he saw her hand slip into her pocket but he went one step further and pulled out his wand. "Personally I think it's a very pretty picture." The bloodthirsty side of him sent his adrenaline pumping with the thought of her blood and screams filling the halls. "You're about to find out what I do to trespassers because you don't have a right to be down here." He pointed his wand at her chest, a sneer parading on his face. "And I have the right to torture you for it. And to claim you and make sure that you don't step out of line again. What do you have to say about that?" He looked at her questioningly, wondering if her fighting attitude was still there now.

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[MEGAN VICTORIA TAYLOR]

Try as she might, the fifth year girl could not help but to shrink back at the angry look on his face. Her heart was beating fast as all of her senses where on high alert. She was frightened. Clearly so and for the right reasons. She tried to break away from his gaze but she found that she couldn’t. This only heightened her fright even more. Only a fool would not see how terrified she was of him at the present moment. Megan had every right to be. She squirmed a bit as she remembered their last encounter before the start of summer vacation. She was with her group of friends and they were walking among the halls, talking and laughing. The Ravenclaw girl felt someone watching her. She slowly turned her head to stare straight into Evan’s gaze. That was enough to send her scuttling away. The intensity off the gaze. His burning glare. It was enough to haunt her dreams for a couple of days. Of course she never told a single soul about it. She can’t tell anyone now. Merlin the teachers and the headmaster would be sending her off laughing! In this new world she didn’t have that many rights. And all of it was because of her being a pureblood.

Megan glanced over at him as he began to speak. She eyed him wearily. “I’m a halfblood,” The black haired girl could not miss the look as he glanced at the band. The band that she was now forced to wear. She looked at his robes. He wore no band. They didn’t have to. “I’m a halfblood and proud of it. My da was from a pureblood family but I suppose that doesn’t matter to you. I know I’m already deemed a blood traitor.” Megan knew that she was going to pay for it. Pay for her tendency to be very outspoken at times. To be frank, her mouth often gets her into trouble. More so than she hoped anyways. The black haired girl went very, very still as he pointed his wand at her chest. She was about close to hyperventilate. This wouldn’t end well at all, she thought to herself as she slowly raised her head to look at him. She opened her mouth to retort but stopped at his next words. Her heart nearly stopped. Did she heard him right? He was going to claim her? HIM of all people? Silence spread between the two of them for several minutes. She was opening and closing her mouth, trying to talk but too stunned to.

I do NOT want him to claim me! She thought to herself. Ethan and Kevin wouldn’t be too happy at all. She could just imagine the look on their faces when she told them tomorrow. Megan thought of something and she made a face at it. Great! Now she would have to wear a stupid tag around her neck. What did Allison called it when Megan and Kyle had pointed it out? Oh yes. Dog tags. “I refuse to have you claim me!” Her shout rang across the dungeons. “I will write a letter to da telling him everything. His name alone will protect me! I don’t HAVE to have an owner.” Her stomach dropped a little bit at her words. How far would Kyle go to protect her? Merlin he was her father! Well, stepfather. As the thought returned to her family, Megan paled a bit. Nathan! The last time she had seen him was at the welcome feast. Like everyone else, he did look surprised at the recent changes. Glancing up at Evan, her thoughts were set. If she had to sneak out to see her brother and her two Gryffindor friends then so be it. She doubt that Alexis and Katherine would listen to someone like Evan. She slowly pulled out her hand that was gripping the wand tightly. She continued to gaze up at him, her eyes showing nothing to what she was thinking right now.

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[EVAN JARED ROSIER]

People watching was something that Evan liked to do. You learned a lot from just sitting back and watching. Watching was how you learned what everyone’s weaknesses were. Watching and listening was how you found out who everybody was, what house they belonged to, their likes, dislikes, fears and then you could exploit them. Manipulate them. Terrify them. It all was just one big game to Evan and this year he would be allowed to play the game completely by his rules and no one would stop him. In fact, they would applaud him for it. He saw himself as more of a predator than a human. Ready to rip people apart, quite literally he would love to do that, before they even knew what hit them. He could creep up, unnoticed, silently stalking his prey. He was so good at that.

And his glare, that was pretty good too. Just his gaze in general. Actions speak louder than words often and Evan could do things with his eyes that could freak people out. Retaining eye contact was always crucial. No one likes to have someone looking directly at them for more than a few seconds so Evan had successfully taught himself to do it for minutes and minutes on end. He could portray any emotion he wanted with just his gaze, able to make people feel uncomfortable before he’d even pulled out his wand. It was a skill he liked to pull out often and he had soon discovered it had a wonderful affect on Megan. Just silently telling her what unspeakable things he was planning on doing to her. He didn’t stay quiet for long after she started speaking again though. Her words angered him greatly. Proud to be a halfblood? It was preposterous. Shame would’ve been the more appropriate feeling. ”It makes it worse.” He snarled back at her, this information about her blood treacherous father infuriating him. ”Your father knowingly polluted his bloodline with a filthy muggle? Blood traitors are as bad as mudbloods.”

He took a step forward again, his wand still pointing threateningly at her chest. ”Your father is blood traitor scum he has less rights than you. If you resist, it won’t just be you that suffers. So unfortunately you have no choice. You’re mine.” His lips curled upwards in a smirk at his last two words. Knowing that the reality of it would sink in for her soon. But apparently she still wanted to fight. He raised an eyebrow at her raised wand, silently laughing at her. ”Are you going to fight me, Megan?” He asked, tone heavily patronising. ”Do you not know that I’m the most skilled dueller in my year? Possibly in the entire school. I might not be up to Ravenclaw standards on knowledge and essay writing but I know how to battle. Still, I’m going to put you in your place anyway so let’s see what you’re made of.”

He wasn’t sounding arrogant just to make himself look good. His words were true. He was a brilliant dueller. It was easy to torture someone when they were wandless and defenceless but Evan was also good at getting them wandless and defenceless so if Megan thought she stood a chance against him she was very, very wrong. He paused, silent and still just for a moment before flicking his wand and sending several stinging hexes at her in quick succession. "You know," He began to muse out loud, keen to distract her with talking. "It offends me that you're so against belonging to me. It will do you good to learn your place. It's only what you deserve." He kept his wand raised ready to attack again.

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[MEGAN VICTORIA TAYLOR]

It had already been established that Megan was terrified of Evan. Downright terrified of him. From the moment he started to stalk her. Her friends had told her to go to the professors. They had said the teachers would do something at least. The black haired girl had shook her head. In all truth she was not even sure they would do anything, especially this year. Especially with the new laws. She bit down on the inside of her cheeks. She could go to her head of house or go to McGonagall. Idly she wondered how much of a good she would be in after this encounter was over. That thought did not please her at all. She continued to eye him warily. The fifteen year old was completely terrified at the thought of being his and his alone. Who knows what he’ll end up doing to her. The one good thing about Hogwarts is that no one is allowed in another common room. She can spend her time being locked up in the Ravenclaw Tower, refusing to leave the room no matter what. Yes, the idea was pretty good but what about classes? A small voice in the back of her head asked and Megan winced. She hadn’t thought about that part yet.

Her mind was whirling with thoughts and images. Images of what he was going to do next. The Ravenclaw girl shook her head at herself. Stop it Megan, another small voice hissed at her. You are fifteen years old. You are stronger than he is. Stop thinking about such things and stand up to him. Even though it will have me killed somewhere down the line, she retorted back to herself. She mentally winced. This was not a good thing. Her attention snapped to Evan as he started speaking. In a way it was good when he started talking. She found another way to distract her from her thoughts. Her black eyes narrowed at his words. She stiffened a bit. “Do not talk about my da like that! You do not know him! He has been nothing but good to me and my brother!” This would get her tortured for sure. Her hands were doubling into fists. “I’m a halfblood and proud of it! What’s it to you?” Megan winced as he stepped forward. She gave a weary glance at his wand. She pressed herself against the wall, desperately wishing that she would just melt into it and disappear. Maybe she would talk her mother into letting her attend muggle school.

There was a few seconds of bliss at that thought. She would be away from all of this. Away from HIM. Of course she would miss her group of friends dearly that was for sure. She scowled a bit. “At least he’s a true pureblood. A true pureblood who does not flaunt their powers around!” Her heart nearly stopped at his next words. “Y-you wouldn’t….” Her voice trailed off as she gazed at him with fear in her eyes. This was Evan that was telling her this. How much power did he really have in this world. “You don’t know where I live.” That last part was uncertain. Did he knew where she lived? She mentally rolled her eyes at herself. He stalked her throughout the four years. He probably did know. Her stomach sank as she realized she had no choice but to yield to him, even though she hated it. Her hand plunged into the pocket of her robes at his next words. She wasn’t stupid enough to fight him. She wasn’t stupid enough to fight someone who was older than her by a year. That knew a lot of stuff than she would ever did. She wasn’t crazy or had a death wish.

Megan shook her head at him. “I ain’t stupid Evan. I value my life more than you do probably.” She tensed up, shaking a little. She was NOT going to succumb to his needs. She would die before she would end up doing that. Before she knew it Megan was being attacked. Attacked by several hexes that made her scream. Without even thinking about it she quickly pulled out her wand, keen to protect herself. “I would NEVER lower myself any further by being with you Evan. I REFUSE to. I’m not your play toy!” She raised her wand, intending to disarm him by yelling out, “Expelliarmus!”

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[EVAN JARED ROSIER]

This was going to turn into a very amusing game of cat and mouse, Evan could see that already. Megan was completely and utterly determined to say no to him and obviously quite willing to even try and fight him off despite the look of sheer terror on her face at the thought of having to do so. Evan liked that. He liked that she wasn’t quite so easy to push over, he hated that he liked that because it set something off inside of him, a part of him that he tried very hard to suppress but he couldn’t help but feel a tiny amount of respect for her for having that attitude. But still, Evan was very, very confident that she would be easily subdued and that, especially after some torture she would succumb to his agreement and he would break her. Break her so that she said yes to him because she would be so terrified of ever saying no. It was going to be a very interesting journey.

He curled his lip, shaking his head slightly in disgust. He just couldn’t wrap his head around anybody thinking that mudbloods and muggles were actually acceptable. Mudbloods especially were abominations, their magic must’ve been stolen and then they went and passed it along and then people like Megan existed. Living proof that Witches and Wizards living alongside muggles, sharing their secrets about the sanctity that was the wizarding world. It was awful and he let that show on his face. ”I’ll say what I like. I don’t expect you to understand, you’re not a real witch. Not really. It's why you have less rights. And it’s why you stand no chance against me. I’m going to prove it to you. You will admit to me just how worthless you are.” He let his threat hang in the air for a while, the fingers holding his wand twitching slightly in anticipation of the horrors he might very well expose her to. If she had any sense, she’d start holding her tongue. And Ravenclaws were supposed to be clever.

Evan couldn’t help but scoff at the words about her father being a true pureblood. ”You know nothing about true purebloods and aristocracy and wealth and connections. Your father is an outcast, a reject. Of that I can assure you without even knowing the man. And you are too.” The Slytherin was lying a bit here, but he could do it smoothly and well and quite convincingly being the cunning serpent that he was. Still, he himself had long since lost his wealth and connections; he himself was an outcast with no family left. But Megan didn’t have to know that and she never would either as long as Evan could help it. He smirked, a knowing, triumphant smirk. ”I can easily find out.” He said smoothly.

He raised an eyebrow. ”Do you?” His wand grip tightened automatically, he could sense an attack coming, one of them was going to snap soon and Evan had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be him. ”Are you willing to die for your beliefs? Because I am.” No, he did not fear death but that didn’t mean he valued his life. Everything that he believed in was the reason for him living otherwise he would most likely have ended things a long time ago. ”Don’t pretend you know anything about me, Taylor. Because you don’t know the half of it.” The words sort of slipped out, he hadn’t meant to say anything at all, he’d only been thinking it but for some reason he had felt compelled to tell her.

Still, it didn’t matter, his words had been fairly ambiguous and innocent and she was yelling at him now and he had no time to worry about that because he could see ever so clearly what she was building herself up to. It was commonplace for duellers to build themselves up with their own personal pep talk before launching an attack and Evan was more than ready to yell, ”Protego!” In response and he remained in full control of his wand, a satisfied smirk on his face. At least she had guts. ”Now, now Megan I told you already that you will not win with me. If you thought that last was bad, let’s see how you last under the cruciatus curse shall we?” He paused, letting the magnitude of his words sink in so that he could revel in the look of horror that was bound to cross over her face before raising his wand once more and uttering one of the spells that people feared the most. ”Crucio.”

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[MEGAN VICTORIA TAYLOR]

Megan sighed as she shook her head, trying hard not to listen to him but that was near impossible. She frowned as she gazed at him, refusing to look down at the ground. “I am a real witch. My dad is a wizard and so is my brother. I love my mother to death and nothing you can say will change that! I REFUSE to listen to you. I REFUSE to bow and scrape to please you.” She crossed her arms together and stared straight into his eyes. Despite her shyness, Megan was a fighter. It seemed that this year it was testing her fighter and stubbornness. She refused to back down and not let someone that stubborn get to her. Her parents had given her a good talking to the night before they were due back at Hogwarts. She was not to let anyone get the better of her. She would either run off or die fighting, her father had said. Allison was shocked and nearly burst into tears. Kyle looked apologetic as he explained to his wife and mother of his children that it was the way things were happening now. There was no showing signs of weaknesses. She wondered how her brother, Richard, was doing. She silently hoped that he was doing alright and that no one had claimed him.

She stiffened, frowning at him. “I’m NOT worthless. I’m a human being with the same rights as you! More so than you because you’re nothing but a psychopath! Who deserves to be locked up!” Megan took a deep breath. Her words would get her tortured somewhere down the line she knew. The matter of fact was that it was hard to control her mouth at times. She stiffened even more at his words. “Don’t SAY that about him or me!” She snapped, her eyes were blazing with fury. “You know NOTHING. I’m GLAD he’s like that. I wouldn’t be the same person nor would my brother. No wonder you’re a complete psychopath. You’re nothing but cruel and heartless.” It was here that she stopped, taking another deep breath. She opened her mouth and closed it several times, a worried look in her eyes. “You’ll never find out where I live. You can’t access the records at the Headmaster’s office. They’re forbidden.” There was a hint of uncertainty in her tone. She had made a mental note to herself. Once she had gotten out of it she was going straight to Richard and tell him. They would then run to the Owlery and send a warning to their parents.

Her mind was going a mile a minute with thoughts and suggestions. She hesitated uncertain now. She bit down on her lower lip. There was no doubt that she would die trying to protect her family and friends. But her beliefs? Stop that! A small voice hissed in the back of her mind. He’s just trying to get to you. She shifted a bit, her eyes having a weary look. “I’m willing to do more than anything for my beliefs.” She finally told him in a soft voice. “You should know by now. I’m not going to crumble down. I’m not going to break down.” She looked at him curiously idly wondering what in the world he meant by that. Like a complete idiot she found herself voicing her thoughts. “What do you mean? I’m sure you’re hiding nothing.” She wasn’t entirely convinced herself. Suddenly she found herself more drawn to him. She winced as a voice hissed at her, what do you think you’re doing!? This is Evan! He made your life a living hell ever since you two crossed paths! She recoiled at the directions her thoughts were going on. Thank Merlin that he can’t read her mind. He would surely be disgusted by them. Try to think of something else.

The black haired girl made a slight face at his spell, watching as it bounced and she ducked. She slowly raised her head back up to look at him. At his next words her eyes grew wide with terror as it finally sunk in. “N-no!” She managed to croak out. “Y-you can’t! It’s-” She stopped, about to say that it was illegal for him to torture her. With the new laws he had every right to torture her. He had every right to make her life a living hell and no one would stop him. A scream ripped itself from her throat as she started to writhe on the floor. It felt like hot knives were pressing into her, growing more tenser by the minute. She started to plead for him to stop. The pain was starting to become too much for her.

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[EVAN JARED ROSIER]

He couldn’t quite understand why he was so intent on talking to her. Evan wasn’t usually one for any sort of chat. He just didn’t converse with people. Even to try and convince them to switch ideologies or to understand his which was what he was doing now. Why didn’t he just let her choose to believe her way and get on with torturing her? That was where the fun lay anyway. He knew that she would either come around to his way of thinking eventually or spend the rest of her life in fear and pain. It was true; her words angered him as did her disrespectful tone. But then she would be regretting all of that later after he had shown her just how dangerous he could really be. If she thought a few threatening messages and dark glares in the corridors were bad then she was in for a big surprise.

And so he let her rant and rave and wear herself out getting worked up over a few words. This was where she still had power, that’s why she was so keen to argue with him because she felt like she was still in control of the situation. It didn’t matter to Evan because that would all change soon. Let her have her moments because she’d be grovelling on the floor soon enough. An eyebrow rose at her choice of words. A psychopath? That was a new one. He considered it over in his brain and then shrugged in response. ”Perhaps I am. But the thing is Megan, you can rant all you like about how this is wrong and unfair but at the end of the day it is what’s happening. I am in charge and I can ask the headmaster for your personal records if I so wish. But I’m sure, since he’s a blood traitor; your father and your home is being tracked anyway.” He wondered what she would make of his little speech. It certainly put everything into perspective for her. Perhaps she’d come to terms with the fact that she’d lost and shut up. But he wasn’t counting on it.

Now this was interesting and surprising. So little Megan Taylor was indeed willing to stand up for her beliefs. Evan was more than happy to put that theory to test. He had an inkling that she wasn’t so certain of her words. ”We shall see,” He replied, his voice just as soft. ”It’s a lot to ask of yourself, to suffer and then ultimately die when you could simply switch allegiances and live quite comfortably.” His words were spoken in a slow, almost hypnotic tone; his cunning, manipulative side coming out. He actually took a step forwards, outstretching his arm, reaching his fingers out.... to do what? Rather than wrap them around her throat which he had itched to do on many occasions he had the insane urge to run them through her hair. This was dangerous territory they were entering now. Evan knew there was a very odd look on his face as he stood their looking at her and he quickly blinked the expression away, turning it back into stone cold hatred. Because that was what he felt for her. It’s what he felt all the time always.

Very dangerous territory. ”It’s nothing to do with you.” He snarled at her. Which really was the wrong reaction. He should have played it off coolly, confused her with ambiguity, and not reaffirmed the fact that he was indeed hiding something by snapping at her for talking about it. Idiot Evan. He reprimanded himself. Still, he knew the best way to distract her was to make her scream instead and crucio would just about do that. She couldn’t stand it for long and Evan released the curse. But not before he had taken her wand off of her; he twirled it in his fingers as he spoke. ”Oh dear, Megan. Are you so sure of your fight and your beliefs now?” He asked mockingly. ”Now that you have experienced just a small taste of what I am capable of?”

He stood over her, threat radiating off of him. ”And I haven’t even made you bleed yet.” He stated, eyes lit up with the prospect of it. And with that he grabbed a hold of her arm, yanking her back onto her feet and quickly; because he knew she would struggle, striking a long bloody gash in her arm. ”Have we changed our mind yet?” He asked, wondering if she would ruin his fun and give in so quickly. ”Do you give in to me?”

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[MEGAN VICTORIA TAYLOR]

The black haired girl stared at him with complete fright. She opened her mouth and closed it several times before finally giving up. She quickly bit down on her lower lip to stop herself from speaking out her thoughts. She was pretty sure that he was bluffing but she took one look at his expression and her heart sunk low. Megan wanted nothing better to do than to protect her family. Her parents and her little brother. The fifth year girl worried constantly about Richard. She feared that he might be claimed already. She would do almost anything to keep the people she loved out of harm’s way. Especially her group of friends. At the thought of them Megan winced. She could just imagine the look on the boys’ faces. She could already see them standing up and demanding that they go to punch the hell out of Evan. As much as she hated, loathed, him, Megan couldn’t see her friends hurting him. After all, he would more than likely take out all of his anger on her. That was something most of them probably won’t understand. Well the two boys might since they were muggleborn. Katherine understood more than she thought she did.

I’m in a bind here, she thought to herself. If there was one thing Megan hated she was backed up in a corner. Completely and utterly helpless. She mentally cursed herself as she took in a deep shaking breath. “He’s not being tracked down. One of the good things about not living in a city.” She glowered at him. It was true that they lived away from the city. Away from the hustle and bustle of city life. They lived out in the country where they wouldn’t be bothered about anyone and anything. Kyle and Allison had chosen the country two years ago. While it was true that it took them a while to get to King’s Cross it was complete heaven for Megan. She was able to run around and not caring for anything. That would be down the drain after this year. Her paranoia would surely be high over the roof after this year. After this year Megan would have one more year to deal with Evan if things didn’t go back to the way they were. She couldn’t help but to let out a dark snort at her thoughts. Like that will ever happen now, she thought somewhat gloomily. She missed the days where she was allowed to roam wherever she wanted to within reason of course.

She missed the days where she wouldn’t be constantly looking over her shoulder to see whether or not her worst enemy would be approaching her. Those old days were gone. Her shoulders slumped forward a bit. “I told you not to call him that! He’s not a blood traitor but a wonderful da and a person!” Megan was starting to become a tad bit annoyed with the term blood traitor. “I’m sure you won’t have the authority to track my family down! Or put a tracking spell on me-” She instantly shut up. She wasn’t about to put any ideas in Evan’s mind. She wasn’t sure that there would be such a thing as a tracking spell. She made a mental note to ask her father. Megan found herself squirming a bit at his words. She opened her mouth. “I’ll never switch sides. Never. I know where my true loyalties lie. It’s with my family and my friends. I can never betray them!” Megan tried to sound convincing enough but even she detected a hint of uncertainty in her voice. The idea was tempting enough to switch. That way she wouldn’t have to live with fear or trouble…..NO. It was a small voice in the back of her mind that had rescued her from her thoughts. She stared at him in fear. Was he putting those thoughts in her head?

Her heart sunk as she moved back a bit, eying his out stretched arm. She continued to watch him wearily. Megan idly wondering what the hell he was going to do. The suspense was killing her almost. The fear was replaced with a bit of amusement at his next snarled words. She couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes. “I’m sure it doesn’t.” She laid on the floor tears dripping down her face after he released the curse. She slowly raised her head to stare at him, eying her own wand. The bastard, she managed to think to herself. “Give me my wand back Evan. Now.” She tried to make the words more demanding but it came out as a bit of a whimper. She shook her head. “I’m not giving up Evan no matter what you do to me.” The next thing she knew she found herself being dragged to her feet. The pain making her scream yet she managed to stammer out her next words. “N-No. Never give in.”

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[EVAN JARED ROSIER]

As cold-hearted as Evan was, he often found himself wishing that he had a family. It was the one thing that he hated about his life; the one thing he wished he could change and yet it was the one thing that made him the person he was today. The lack of important attention he hadn’t received thereby no attachments with his parents forming, meant that he had little to no conscience when it came to what was right and wrong. That didn’t stop him from knowing that the way he had grown up was wrong. And he hated living in care; having to hide that from the world. He wished that like most purebloods, he had a family to attend social gatherings with and be proud of. But instead he had to hide.

There was however an upside to being family-less. It meant that he had one less weakness because people would often try and use your family against you. Whether it be an insult or in blackmail as he was doing right here with Megan. He doubted Megan had a vindictive enough conscience to try something similar but Evan knew many a Slytherin that would. ”So you live in the countryside?” He sounded interested, not because that information would necessarily help him but he knew that simply sounding as if it would, would create a dramatic effect and scare her more. “There’ll be no one around to hear their screams then.” He said maliciously, allowing his features to twist into a cruel smile as if he were picturing in his head what it would be like to torture her family to death. Yeah, that ought to strike the fear of god into her.

He rolled his eyes, yes families really were a huge source of weakness for those that had them. There was no point trying to change her opinion on her father; that was useless. Maybe if he tortured her hard enough he would get her to say otherwise but he honestly wasn’t bothered. They both had differing opinions and that was that. But scaring her, making her fear for her families and her own safety; that was just fine. ”When I’m a Death Eater I shall have the authority to track him down.” There was a gleam in his eyes as he spoke. Just like the Death Eaters rule now allowed him to do unspeakable things to Megan; being a part of their ranks when he left school would allow him even more power and freedom to do whatever he wanted to absolutely anyone. He saw the look of fear in her eyes and knew that she was thinking she’d put ideas into his head. He was quite offended actually and decided to clear that up. ”Don’t worry, you’re not giving me ideas. I’m quite capable of realising myself that it’s possible to track someone down using magic. I’m not an idiot. Don’t mistake me for one.” His tone turned increasingly deadly, so much so that his last few words held so much threat and venom he almost scared himself.


He allowed himself a satisfied smirk, unmoved by the tears on her face. As if he was going to hand her wand back over when he had only just gotten hold of it. He gripped her tightly, watching the blood seeping from her arm in fascination for a moment or two before flicking his eyes back up to her at her words. How to make her give in? That was the question. An idea sprung to his mind, the smirk on his face growing wider. Everyone had a weakness and it seemed that he had figured out Megan’s. He slashed another cut in her arm again, just for good measure then slammed her against the wall, pinning her there with his arm across her chest. His body pressed into hers, almost automatically and a brief surge of warmth spread through him. The sensation caught him off guard for a moment and his grip loosened momentarily but that kicked him back into gear and he tightened it again almost immediately. Pushing the ridiculous thoughts and feelings out of his mind completely.

”It seems that you don’t like the idea of your family getting hurt. Perhaps I should show you just what sort of things I could do to them…” His idea was risky, this was a skill that he was yet to test out on anybody. But he was all for experimenting and Megan was the ideal victim. He pressed his wand against her head and maintained eye contact with her. He’d seen her brother around school, it was easy to picture the boy in his mind being cut up by his hand and that was the picture he painted in his head; her younger brother screaming and writhing in torture and he tried to transfer the image into Megan’s brain so she could see it too. He waited with baited breath and it became quite apparent that it had worked by the look on her face. ”I could do that to him. I could make you watch.”

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[MEGAN VICTORIA TAYLOR]

Her black eyes darted between him and the dungeon corridors. She had hoped that someone would be wondering and saw them and take pity on her. That thought had disappeared out of her mind as soon as it entered. She was being ridiculous really. Merlin help me, she pleaded silently as she let out a soft whimper at his words. She feared for her family. She feared for her friends’ safety. She hated this new world that she lived in now. If it wasn’t for the requirements that muggleborns and halfbloods have to attend she would be at home. The new added rule was that they must learn how to take care after their masters. Classes would have stopped when they were thirteen or when they were claimed. And for Megan it sounded like those days were over. Her shoulders slumped a bit at the thought. She didn’t want to learn how to clean or how to do anything to make sure that Evan was happy. As a matter of fact, that was the last thing she wanted to do. She bit down on the inside of her cheeks as she pressed herself up against the wall. For the millionth time she wanted nothing better to do than to melt into the wall and disappear.

She wanted to disappear from the life that laid ahead of her. The picture Megan had in her head was not at all that pleasant. Her heart sank as she mentally cursed herself again. Why in the world was she telling him all of this? Her eyes grew wide with terror. “You w-wouldn’t.” Was all she managed to speak as she gazed at him in complete fear. In her mind she saw her nightmares played out in front of her. She shook a bit in terror. The images she had tried to push out were coming in full force. Megan quickly bit down on the inside of her cheeks to stop herself from screaming. All of this was a dream, she thought hurriedly. A bad dream. She let out a sigh as she continued to think. She knew she would be better off if she had switch sides. But that would go against everything that she had been taught. Her eyes glittered as she thought about living two lives. She took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for the question that was about to come out of her mouth. “So let’s just say that I want to switch sides which I don’t. Do I have to act like I do in order to keep up with everything? Or do I still have to…please you?” The last few words held a bad taste in her mouth. She hated the thought of pleasing him.

“Just thinking of course,” She added hastily, absolutely refusing to put any more ideas in his mind. “For obvious reasons, if I do decide to I mean, I-I would like not to tell my family. You know, h-having two lives.” As soon as she finished the idea was completely crazy. There was no way she would be able to pull it off. She drew in a sharp breath. “You leave my family alone. I don’t want them to get hurt because of me. They don’t have to be pulled into this and you know it!” There was an edge to her tone. Her voice was cracking. She cringed at the venom in his tone. A small shudder ran through her spine as she let out another small whimper. “I-I’m s-sorry. P-Please don’t hurt me.” Suddenly Megan was completely terrified of him. She knew what he was capable of. After all, she had been dealing with him ever since her first or second year. This year was completely different. This year she was his. His to do whatever he wanted. Megan shuddered as the realization hit her full force. She couldn’t say exactly why it had at this particular moment. She hastily blinks away tears that had threatened to form in her eyes. This was something that will be kept from her friends.

Megan took a deep shaking breath. The torture was starting to becoming just too much for her to handle. Her eyes were glued to her wand. She wanted nothing better to do than to shove him aside and grab for it. She knew that would be completely impossible. Her face paled a bit as she felt the blood dripping from her arm. Megan cringed a bit at the look on his face. She didn’t like it one bit. Her scream echoed through the dungeon as a searing pain went through her arm. Megan struggled furiously, trying to break free from his grip. She cried out as her back hit the wall. She whimpered, not liking the closeness of his body. She recoiled from her touch. A flicker of fear went through her eyes at the thought of her family being tortured because of her. Her whole body automatically tensed at his wand being raised. She felt the tip pressing against her head and she was shaking with terror. All of the color drained out of her face at the picture he was putting in her head. She let out a strangled scream, shaking her head furiously. “N-No!” Megan shrieked. “Please don’t hurt them! I-I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll do anything you want. Merlin I’ll be your toy. Just….don’t hurt them.” Megan completely broke down.

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