Author's Note: I recommend you don't read this chapter if you're squeamish, or have experienced rape (I have, so I know it's a terrible experience) – because it's not for the faint of heart. I promise you, she won't get actually raped, because someone will come and stop it from happening, but she will still get sexually attacked. I apologize in advance to my readers that like the story and don't want to read about it. However, I have always intended to write such a chapter as my polls might have given you some clues about what was to come. I hope I won't lose my readers or receive flames for this chapter.

-CHAPTER TWELVE-

Marauder's Map to the Rescue

Arielle was packed off to the Hospital Wing as soon as Madam Pomfrey had managed to fight her way to the girl. It was the only thing Lockhart did right this year, Arielle mused as she observed her flopping arms. At least they didn't hurt anymore. Of course, she would get to suffer through the night with pinks and pricks in both her arms as soon as she gulped down a few swigs of the Skelegro potion. Couldn't anyone manage to make potions not so foul tasting?

Fred and George looked at her pityingly when she had to gulp down a whole goblet of the vile potion and stayed with her until dinner, trying to distract her by showing her a piece of old parchment.

"What's that?" she asked curiously.

"That, my dear, is the secret to our success," George said pompously.

"A spare bit of old parchment," she said sarcastically. Fred and George managed to look insulted, mischievous, and pompous all at the same time.

"A spare bit of old parchment," Fred repeated, holding his hand in front of his heart, as if she had wounded him. "Forge, did you hear that?"

His twin copied his position as they both stared at Arielle with looks that clearly said they felt sorry for her. Arielle rolled her eyes.

"This is not just a spare bit of old parchment, m'lady," George finally said as he pulled his wand out of one of his pockets. "This," he said, while tapping the parchment with the wand, "is a very secret map of Hogwarts. Watch this! I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

Arielle watched in fascination as the ink spread around the empty parchment, like spider's web and uncovered lines and drawings and handwritten text on it. On top of the parchment, lay the words:

Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs
Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers
are proud to present
THE MARAUDER'S MAP

Arielle immediately recognized one of the names on the map. Moony was her uncle, after all. She wondered for a moment if she should tell the twins that bit of information, but decided to wait until a later time.

"This little beauty taught us more than all the teachers at Hogwarts combined," Fred said as he watched Arielle looking over the map.

"Why are you showing it to me?" she asked them curiously as she let her finger gently caress the parchment over her papa's name (he was stalking the corridors in the general direction of the Hospital Wing, she noticed).

"Well, on one hand we wanted to distract you from your hands for a while," Fred admitted.

"And on the second hand, we wanted you to have it," said George.

"You want me to have it?" said a perplexed Arielle. She looked at the map and then at the twins.

"I think you should keep it," she finally said. "I have no need of it, really."

She blushed a bit as she looked at the map again, feeling a bit self-conscious.

"I guess, it makes me feel a bit safer to know that someone's watching over me, even if it's by map."

Fred and George were left speechless for the first time in years. They didn't know if they should feel proud that Arielle would admit that to them, or touched at the feelings behind what she said.

"Then we'll keep it and keep an eye on that creep Lockhart," George finally said, knowing of Lockhart's stalkerish tendencies. He could see that Arielle immediately felt better.

"Thanks," she said, feeling relieved.

It was almost midnight, when Arielle suddenly woke up from her light sleep. Someone was in the Hospital Wing. She kept herself still and tried not to breathe, not wanting to let the intruder notice that she was awake. Someone's footsteps shuffled quietly in the darkness, however she couldn't place them. For a moment she thought it was her father, but the footsteps were too heavy for them to belong to Severus. She knew Cedric and Neville wouldn't sneak in to see her in the middle of the night, so it couldn't be them. Blaise hated the Hospital Wing with a passion, so it couldn't be him either and Fred and George had already been to see her and stayed with her for a few hours.

She started to feel uncomfortable, as if she was being watched, and was just about to call out to Madam Pomfrey, when her body suddenly froze as if somebody cast a Petrificus Totalus on her. She knew that you could cast spells nonverbally as well as verbally and started to feel afraid. Whoever it was that was in here didn't have good intentions. She could feel her heart thudding nervously in her chest as she listened to the footsteps shuffle closer to her.

She flinched mentally when she suddenly felt fingers in her hair, caressing them softly. Tears sprung from her closed eyes when she felt cold, wet lips on her forehead. She knew who it was now. It was Gilderoy Lockhart, finally finding an opportunity to do what she saw he wanted whenever she looked him in his eyes.

"You're so beautiful," she heard him breathe and cringed at the lust she could hear in his voice. She cursed him for freezing her so that she couldn't move or yell out for help. But, she supposed, that was probably exactly why he did it.

Fingers crept downwards and she could feel them touch her chest. It felt gross. She felt gross! Those creepy fingers kept moving down and she could feel her panic growing more and more as she realized just what Lockhart had in mind. She could hear his lustful groans as he moved closer to her and she could feel something hard poking her in her stomach as he settled himself above her, his lips still touching her forehead, but starting to move down to her lips. More tears leaked out from beneath her eyelids as she lay there, frozen with both a spell and fear.

Her sleeping gown was suddenly pulled up so that she was almost naked and she could feel the cold air on her bare stomach. Fingers touched her panties and pulled them down. How she wished her accidental magic came forth, but nothing happened. She could feel him grinding against her and cried silently and unmoving as she prayed to every god and goddess she knew of for someone to help her.

She didn't know how much time he spent grinding against her until she could hear him gasp and felt a warm substance coat her stomach and breasts. She felt sick. His lips were now moving against hers feverishly and his tongue was attacking her frozen one. She never felt as helpless as she did now. Not even when her uncle had attacked her at the beginning of the year.

A burst of red light made her come back up from the corner of her mind where she tried to hide herself and she suddenly felt lighter. A thud on the floor made her realize that Lockhart wasn't on her anymore. She didn't know what else he had done to her while she blacked out, but she was relieved that someone had come to her aid.

She felt someone cover her with a warm cloth and gasped as they undid the spell. Her body immediately spasmed as blood rushed all around it, but she paid it no heed as she curled up on herself, ignoring everything that was going on around her. She could barely hear crashes and curses flying over her head as she was engulfed in someone's arms. She flinched something terrible and started fighting them, but then she caught a whiff of their scent and suddenly it all came crashing down and she started heaving. The arms that were around her moved and she could feel a basin appearing in front of her face as she spewed out everything her stomach held. Fingers brushed her hair away from her face and she flinched again.

"Arielle?" she heard someone whisper into the silence of the infirmary. She could recognize the voice of her papa as it was him that was holding her while she heaved. She didn't know if she could respond. Her body moved on her own as she climbed into her father's lap and clung to him while she cried her heart out. His arms clung to her as well and she could hear him whisper into her ears, "It's alright now, I'm here. He's never going to hurt you again, I swear it."

Those words made her cling to him even harder. There were still curses flying behind her and she recognized Fred and George's voices as they cursed their professor. A part of her wanted to laugh at that hysterically, but she squashed it down and kept trembling.

"Is she alright, professor?" she heard George's voice.

"Did we come in time?" Fred said shakily.

Her father didn't respond immediately as he was still whispering those same sentences into her ear. Someone's footsteps interrupted them and she felt a spell being cast on her. Again. She flinched away from the spell, but she didn't feel herself freezing up again.

A sigh of relief broke the silence in the hospital.

"Her hymen is still intact," Madam Pomfrey said as she read the spell's diagnosis and watched the scene in front of her. Lockhart lay in the corner of the infirmary, unrecognizable from all the spells that all three of the men heaped upon him, but she paid him no mind. She was far more concerned about Arielle. Making her way to the cupboard, she fished out a calming draught and a dreamless sleep potion and showed them to the potions master as he looked up to her when he heard the potion vials tinkling when she grabbed them.

"I don't think she can take them herself," were the only words he whispered as he concentrated on the small girl in his lap again. Poppy knew what to do then. Instead of making the girl drink the potions, she spelled them into her stomach and watched as she slumped down and fell asleep.

Fred and George sat on the nearest bed and just sat there, still in shock. If they hadn't of checked on Arielle before going to sleep, they would never have caught Lockhart moving towards the infirmary. They immediately ran out of their dormitory and out of the Gryffindor Tower, keeping an eye on Lockhart's dot that was nearest to the infirmary. They sped up. They had never run as fast as they ran that night. They didn't stop until they both slammed into someone's body and they fell down hard.

"What are you two doing out of bed?" they heard Snape's voice above them. It still surprised them that he could sound so civil sometimes. Quickly climbing to their feet, they shouted at him in unison, "Professor, we have to get to the infirmary quickly! Lockhart's gonna do something to Arielle!"

Snape didn't require another prompt and his cloak billowed behind him as all three of them started running towards the Hospital Wing. When they entered, slightly behind their professor, a horrible scene greeted them. Lockhart was on top of Arielle, kissing her, and grinding himself against her. There was a moment of shocked silence and then Snape released his wrath upon the molester. As soon as the creep was on the floor though, Snape redirected his attention on the frozen girl on the bed, and Fred and George took it upon themselves to continue flinging curses, jinxes and hexes onto the half-naked man on the floor. They had never felt as angry as they felt in this moment.

Lockhart would never attack another girl again, if they had anything to say about it.