"Private" Detention

Felix didn't know how he ended up down in the dungeons. Or how he had gotten his own little pet to go down there with him. Probably thinking he was going to give her some attention. To be honest, his entire body was trembling, and he felt excitement coursing through his body. It was cold in the Dungeons, and he knew that she would be where he asked her to be. She wanted something from him so much, and it almost made him excited, knowing she would be getting the attention she so wanted, even if it wasn't how she wanted it. She sure wasn't thinking he would do what he was thinking about doing. But no matter how many times he tried to get himself to turn around. The thought of a scream, the splatter of blood, the sound of his own heart racing in his ears, it made him walk faster down the deserted, damp, corridor, speeding faster and faster into the frozen catacombs beneath the school.

Finally though, he found himself outside of a door that was marked with an old, faded number 2. It was chilly, and he tugged his cloak around him tighter, and glanced around the corridor. No one would be down here, he must be miles beneath the school. And he knew she would show up here. Felix gently smoothed his hair down, and straightened his cloak. She had better be here, if she wasn't.... there would be hell to pay. The room was empty.. for now, but he knew it would be full soon. Felix smiled at the door, and then pushed it open, and swept into the room. "Good evening Melissa." He said softly, his eyes traveling around the room lightly.

Even a single shuddering inhalation of breath could puncture the silence and breaking that aching, stifling quiet was something the blonde was determined to stray from doing. Though with jittery hands and a quickened heart that thudded against her ribcage, she reached for the packet of cigarettes and the silver lighter she’d tucked into her bag that very morning. Down to her last forty, no longer was she chain smoking as she usually did. There was a longer period between each strike of a match against the side of the matchbox or snap of the lighter lid being thrown back. The cigarette her fingers were straining for was to be the first since she’d woken up in the wee hours of the morning after yet another nightmare. She hadn’t gone to Trent. No, she’d stayed put, finally getting up and washing her worries away with nicotine when the first touches of sunlight were licking the inky black sky.

The second reconciliation of sorts between the two Gryffindors had not been enough to make Millie slip underneath the covers of the familiar four poster bed and into the embrace of her friend. No, her resolve was that she had best learn to deal with it for fear of Trent not being there when she needed him in the future, or even in the present. She decided instead to rely on vices and that morning she curled up on one of the icy stone windowsills with a cigarette between her lips and allowed her muscles to spasm her into some semblance of warmth. Then she’d found artificial warmth and temporary relief from the hot jets of water in the shower before returning to the dorm room to light a second cigarette and rest for however long she needed to both mentally and emotionally gear herself up to begin the day. She’d made it. Just.

Somewhere along the line, Millie had begun earning herself detentions. She couldn’t remember how and she certainly couldn’t remember why but all she knew was that Transfiguration had not ended well and as a result she’d landed herself a night’s detention with none other than Felix Barker. Had she been making the choices then Millie wouldn’t have gone at all but a sharp warning from one of the seventh years made her decide to do otherwise. As the N.E.W.T student had rightly pointed out, there was no use adding fuel to the fire. No one expected Barker to do anything close to what he was capable of, especially considering he was working at a school, and so the girls a few years older than Millie had decided it was best to try and change the nature of the punishment from something unpleasant to something much more preferable.

The silence burst like a mistreated balloon at a child’s birthday party and the sound of the gas being ignited resounded around the room. For a few seconds, her rounded, pale, freckled face was illuminated by the flame and once it had been snapped shut, the silence and the darkness returned. She allowed her bag to fall to the floor and her hand glided across the royal blue material of the dress she had been put in by the girls as it fell back to her side. The Peter Pan collar swooped out around her neck and her hair had been combed out of its knots and left to fall around her shoulders. She didn’t quite look herself but if she was asked she would have readily admitted that she did not feel like herself.

Sick wasn’t the right word but she’d been subject to this ever present nausea over the last few days that she couldn’t quite rid herself of. The ache of the tattoo on her back did little to help that same pain in her belly. Her appetite was still present but it did little to help her. If anything it made things worse and she’d tumble into bed clutching at the smooth surface of her stomach as she tried to swallow the nauseousnes away. Sleep did nothing to ease it either. Accompanied with this bizarre feeling were equally strange dreams filled with light, laughter and the smell of cooking. Then there was the dream that was filled with colour. It was recurring, just like the others, and she could make out the figure of a man with dark hair knelt on lush emerald grass lifting a small child over his shoulders as he or she ran at him. They were the good dreams before she lapsed into nightmares and when she woke, the pain in her belly was as intense as the one in her head and in her chest.

As the smoke turned leisurely through the air towards the shadowed ceiling it, along with everything else in the room, was suddenly made visible. Another balloon burst as the oil lamps fixed to the wall blazed aflame. The blonde young woman jumped, the cigarette falling lame between her lips as she struggled to keep it there. A gasp slipped passed her lips the back of her thighs grazed the side of one of the old, splintering desks. She pressed her lips together and reached up, tearing the cigarette from between her lips as she thrust herself away from the desks. Her spare hand groped for the painful graze and her eyes slid shut as her fingers came in contact with that hot, thick liquid that ran through her veins. Slowly, Millie brought her hand up level with her face and she stared at the ink-like consistency of the scarlet liquid that stood out painfully against her milky white pallor.

Her eyes snapped up as the door was thrown open and she took an involuntary, self-protective step backwards into the table. The gasp slid out again but it was hastily stifled by bringing the cigarette back to her lips. The inhalation distracted her for those few vital moments as her hand strayed to the backs of her thighs, teasing the ripped skin there. Her face crumpled as she winced and as her features released she wiped her hand against her dress, disposing of the blood that clung to her skin. She could practically hear her mother’s scolding as she stood there brushing her hands against the delicate material. Dressed appropriately for her age and gender or not, Millie was still herself and so wiping things into her clothes was one of her traits, as annoying as it was for those who had to wash her clothes.

It wasn’t an ideal situation for her. She would have rather been speaking to Felix - or rather, Professor Barker - on more amicable terms but in the shadow of the dungeons having not told anyone where she was going, Millie’s guard was up. The dungeons were, for a Gryffindor, like being tossed into the Black Lake after Christmas, not a week after the ice had broken. It made her blood grow icy in her veins. Felix didn’t help, either. As much as she liked him, he still brought her hackles up. The time when she’d ridden her bike to his house...well, she’d hardly been sober. She’d woken up after a night at Spencer’s, wrapped around said blonde with a thumping headache. She’d then proceeded to start the day with a bowl of Cornflakes, a cigarette and later on a Spliff and a glass of day expired milk. She hadn’t been in her right mind. Her brain had been too addled with drugs to care about her own safety; not like now.

Squaring her shoulders, Millie flicked her wrist, shaking the ash free from the length of her cigarette. Her lips parted and she let some of the swirling silver smoke dance from her mouth into the air. In a short burst of impatience she sharply exhaled the rest of the smoke before lifting her head and inclining it defiantly in a way that almost made her look like her mother. Her tongue flicked out and wetted her lower lip before sliding across her upper one. She curled her mouth upwards in a smirk and let her own greeting fill the air along with the sound of the flickering flames, their breathing and, every minute or so, the sound of a little more of the cigarette burning away and the gentle exhale of smoke into the air. “Good evening, Professor.” She intoned dryly, the expression on her face betraying her disinterest in her current situation. With her eyes lidded, making her appear too lazy to fold them back, Millie brought the cigarette back to her lips, resigning herself to the fact that the games were about to begin.

Felix smirked when he stepped into the room and realized he had startled her. She looked gorgeous in her royal blue dress, and he leisurely let his eyes trail along her body line, taking in the curves that presented themselves. She was a growing girl, and it was obvious that she knew she had something special, with the image she presented of herself as he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He smiled at her and took a step into the room. If anyone had seen his stance, you’d have thought he was coming onto the young girl, smiling at her, taking in the cigarette burning between her lips, her sexy blue dress, her lovely blonde hair. He couldn’t help but smile at the striking image she made.

There was something about this girl though.. the way she looked at him, the way she said Professor, the way she looked in general that made his every thought turn towards anger towards her. Her voice, her look, while appealing, wasn’t what had made him call her down to this lonely dungeon for her ‘detention’. Most of the girls in her year had been hoping for something more than just a simple detention. Hoping that when he said detention he meant something else, but so far he had dealt simple detentions, not like the one he had planned for Melissa.

“You know why I’ve called you here correct?” he asked, taking his eyes off of her, and moving around the room, checking the lamps, he had made it clear that she not bring her wand to detention, and it wasn’t an unreasonable request, other teachers often asked this as well, for they wished them to do something manually, or just had them write something. He planned on confusing her this evening as well. “I know it’s a bit late… and I know that you and you’re friends have concocted a brilliant plan to get something more than detention this evening… however, this is not the case.” He said smiling at her and moving so he could sit next to her against the old desk.

“Hm… you hurt yourself.” He said, pointing at the blood that she had smeared on her dress. “That’s not good.. we’ll need to heal that..” he said his eyes moving over her again, resting on her feminine parts, hoping to get her hopes up before he brought them all crushing down. “As it is.. you’ll be doing a very special task for me today Melissa, and I hope you’ll be happy with it… it shouldn’t be.. too hard on your part.” He smiled and drew out his wand. “I am sorry for this.” He couldn’t help but say as he pointed it at her. “Stupify.”

There was something deeply unsettling about the glint in Felix’s eye and the almost predatory look on his face. She lifted her head further, her lips rolling her cigarette from one corner to the other, the smoke from it drifting lazily from the side of her mouth. Her eyebrows rose, her forehead folding a little as the skin was pushed upwards. Lifting her hand, Millie let the cigarette slip from her lips to her fingers and blew the smoke almost defiantly in Felix’s direction. Dress or not, she was still Melissa Finnigan and she wasn’t about to cut everything she knew just for one quick shag. If she wanted one of them then she was sure David would be obliging; Spencer had also expressed his need for her in his bed in the last few days. If it was a quick shag she wanted then Millie knew where to find it. Felix must have thought of himself highly and he certainly must have thought her stupid because not only did she not want to writhe underneath him but she also wasn’t foolish enough to forget her wand. No, that was tucked in her bag, just in case.

Flicking the ash away, Millie snorted at Felix’s words. “You think highly of yourself don’t you, love?” She retorted with a smug smirk resting on her mouth. “I’m sure I’ll get something more than detention tonight but it certainly isn’t going to be from you, Professor.” Millie smiled sardonically and shook her head before dragging the cigarette back to her waiting lips. Her eyebrows rose again when he moved next to her, not that she had noticed they had slid back down again mind you, and her eyes narrowed a little at the sides as she sized him up, trying to examine what his game was. He was frustratingly calm but it allowed her to continue on with her cigarette. It relaxed her, took the tension out of her shoulder and prepared her for the task he was going to hand to her soon enough. The girls did not underestimate him but they certainly underestimated her. She was no one’s whore, especially not in exchange for not having to deal with detention.

At his words, Millie looked down and pursed her lips at the trickle of blood running down the backs of her legs. She brought her lips down around her lower lip for a moment and suddenly, her teeth drove into her lip as a round of pain hit her like a wall of freezing water. She gasped and clamped her eyes shut as the sound of laughter in the back of her head cut through her like a knife. She reopened her eyes and looked at Felix. She pushed herself away from the desk, her feet stumbling over each other. Her left foot pulled the right one out from underneath her and she slipped, her arm grazing the side of another splintered tale. Millie gasped for the second time, her voice not quite vocalising her pain, and she brought her lips towards the cut as she regained her footing. With the cigarette now lost, she turned her eyes to Felix.

Her blue orbs widened to and impossible diameter and for a moment her eyes reflected the scarlet shooting towards her but then her eyes dulled and as the air was knocked from her, her head suddenly felt heavy on her shoulders. Her eyelids fell shut and her legs buckled beneath her; and as she hit the floor, that slam of her knees against the chilled cobble thrust her into darkness.

Felix raised his eyebrows at the young girl. It was obvious that she had no idea what was coming to her. She would pay for showing up so unexpectedly at his home before he worked here, she had no idea the embarrassment he had felt by seeing her. Nor did she care it seemed, she wanted to serve out her detention, which from her friend's points of view would probably include something more then detention, though anyone who had a detention with him knew that he didn't do anything extremely harsh, usually lines, or helping grade homework, or working with the caretaker for the evening. Nothing hard, nothing extreme, simple detentions.. but tonight.. he had gone far to long without the sound of a scream, or the splash of blood from his instruments.

When Melissa crumpled to the floor at his spell, he set himself into motion, abandoning the calm attitude he had had before, and immediately springing into action. He pointed his wand at her and lifted her into the air in front of him. The door opened softly, and Felix glided out of the room, Melissa gliding along behind him, her head lulling to the sides. He walked briskly along the cold corridor, until he came to a dead end, at that point, he stared at the wall, and then reached forward and touched it with the flat of his palm. A door appeared. He opened it quickly and stepped inside, the girl floated in after him and he shut the door, knowing the door had molded into a plain stretch of wall again in an instant.

The room was plain, empty except for a table pressed against a wall, and an operating table in the middle of the room. Felix liked to view himself as a doctor, not a typical doctor, but he performed various types of surgery, from tearing apart their minds, to opening them up to see what was inside. Yes, Felix viewed himself as a doctor. He pointed his wand at the girl and she floated up onto the table and immediately the straps tied her down, around her wrists, ankles, waist, and neck, keeping her strapped down to the table. Felix felt himself relax then, and he went over to the table that was pushed against the wall, pulling out a large knife and sharpening it for a long moment, before picking up his wand, and pointing it at Melissa. "Renneverate."

Coming to in that dank dungeon wasn’t at all like emerging from the drug-induced unconsciousness after a night of raucousness. Dazzled by the stunning spell, when she first came back to light she thought if she rolled over then she’d find Spencer beside her fumbling with the Rizla paper that was far too dainty and breakable in his large, unsteady hands. Instead of rolling over into his side though, she found she couldn’t move a single limb. Millie looked about herself, moving her neck as far as it would turn in the restrictive brace that clasped her tight. Her eyes narrowed and her forehead wrinkled as she tipped her head back, allowing herself to rest for a few moments as she tried to figure out what exactly had happened. All she could remember was Felix, then darkness -- and she certainly didn’t sleepwalk.

Sighing heavily, Millie let her eyes fall shut as yet another wave of nausea resounded through her. There was nothing anyone could relax about while being strapped to a random table but Millie was fairly sure who was responsible, even if her memory was a little on the fuzzy side. She’d had detention, she could remember that; detention with Felix. She wasn’t completely naive. No, Felix was responsible, she was sure. She would have been naive to have thought otherwise. He was still a cold blooded murderer, above all else. What would she expect? Special treatment? She could see what this was leading up to. She could almost taste the blood on her tongue. Perhaps that was why she was such a useful person to hurt, because she was foolish in believing that maybe, just maybe, Felix wouldn’t want to hurt her.

How far the mighty fall. “So what, I just lay here?” Millie’s voice bounced off of the walls, stronger than she felt. “Enjoy it while it lasts, Felix. I don’t have to take your shit just because you’ve got issues. Find someone else to take your anger out on. Now let me go!”

Felix knew that Melissa couldn't see him. He also knew that the room made it perfect to sound like he was coming from everywhere at once from where he was standing, so he turned around, and gave a very soft chuckle, one that sounded at evil as he could make it without being silly. The kind that gave you goosebumps because you knew bad things were behind it. Felix chucked darkly, and took a few steps towards Melissa, staring down at her body that lay open to his imagination before him, completely defenseless as she tried to yell at him to let her go. "You really are a piece of work Melissa." He whispered, his finger gently moving to trace her jaw, and he ran his fingernail hard over the surface, knowing they weren't long enough to draw blood, but his fingernails were long enough to scratch.

"You really are cute when you're angry at me.." He said smirking and moving into her line of vision as he adjusted the strap on her wrist, drawing it tighter into her skin. He avoided her gaze, and let his hand run along the side of his wand. "You know.. I've had a question that's been bugging me, and if you answer it thoroughly enough, I may spare you some pain... How in the world did you find me at my home? I took every precaution.. and there you were... waltzing up my drive... knowing who was there, and not even an ounce scared... so here's the deal.. you will be afraid of me now." He said and he moved over to the table, picking up a knife again and moving back to her, holding up the menacing thing. "See... there is no way you can get away, unless I let you get away... and your detention has just started.." He held up the knife, as though examining it, and then plunged it down onto the table, sharp part first, right into Melissa's hand.

There wasn’t much that could be done about the current situation that Millie now found herself in. In the past her trouble had been superficial and everything was easily overcome. The situation she had been placed in both by her own foolishness and Felix’s intention was one she would no doubt regret as her time with him wore on. Michael was right. Millie had a feeling that the only reason anyone would let a known murderer and an Azkaban-escapee into Hogwarts to teach teenagers was because said person was out of their proverbial tree. Grindlewald; Grindlewald was out of his proverbial tree and now as a result of his insanity, she had to pay for it. Seemed about right really. Felix had issues with her as it was. The detention was a guise. People would look upon her absence favourably, as if expecting her to have achieved what the girls set her up to do.

It would have been easier to think that Felix was just going to have his way with her and send her trotting back, however brokenly on her part, up to the Gryffindor tower. As strange as that sounded, that would have been the lighter option. Millie was well read though and she had certainly heard the stories. Felix was going to make her wish for death, wish for something much easier than what he was going to torture her with. That was it though wasn’t it....torture? She would be made to suffer because of her choice to go to the detention and serve it as asked. She was even, she didn’t doubt, going to be punished for her gall, for the attempt at sweetening him into having her serve her detention another way. Whore, Millie was not but she was willing to be one for an hour if it meant she could escape the joys of detention. Instead he was the one getting the joy out of the affair...or at least, he would.

“Get off,” Millie heard herself say, though she wasn’t sure whether it was her begging or whether it was an order. She turned her head as far as the strap around her neck would allow and she squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that when she reopened them that she would be laid next to Spencer while he was rolling his cigarettes up for the day. When Millie did open her eyes, however, that certainly wasn’t the case. “There are some things you just know Felix. It’s like the difference between right and wrong! Everyone knows that - though in some that could be debated - but it is that kind of instinct. I knew where you were simply because I knew! I just knew! Is that enough for you?”

She had no intention of being afraid of Felix but that was her second mistake. He wanted fear from her. Being a blockheaded Gryffindor wasn’t going to do her any good here, despite her resolve. And understandably a scream ripped from her throat when the knife plunged through her palm and into the wood of the table. Her breathing came laboured after that and she closed her eyes again in an attempt to ride out the pain. She did the initial but then there was the after burner and with that came the blood. Tears sprang in Millie’s eyes and her toes curled. “Felix please!” She choked out. “Please don’t do this!”

Felix left the knife in the girls hand and smirked when she started to yell at him for being wrong. "You know.. many people believe that what I do is wrong.. but I don't believe so.. no.. I believe that what I do helps to cleanse the soul, awaken the senses... imagine right now.. you are feeling so many different things... I bet your mind is taking in all of the senses of the room. You know exactly where I am in the room, no matter where I move.. you feel the warm blood seeping out of your hand.. the cold table beneath your skin..." He stood right next to her and slowly touched her arm, running his fingers over her skin, then running to the edge of her shirt, pulling it up to expose her stomach to him, lifting her just slightly so that the shirt lifted in the back as well.

"Now you are feeling the cold table against your back..." he said and then ran his fingers over her collarbone under the strap around her neck. "You... are feeling so many things... your every sense is awake.. you smell the blood in the air, feel my fingers.. see the bright light.. I'm awakening your every sense.. I could do so much more to you.. or do what you wanted me to do." He whispered, leaning over her, his lips inches from her cheek, he smirked and leaned away from her, his fingers moving down her arms before he was touching her stomach again.

"Melissa... begging... in front of me, on my table. Ever since you walked in my house, I've wanted you right here." He moved his lips to hover over her ear, and then suddenly he yanked the knife out of her hand, and moved it to her stomach, pressing the flat of the now bloody knife to her stomach, the cold metal touching her skin, and Felix smirked, turning the blade so that the blade pressed against her stomach, and pressed down, feeling the skin slice easily under the blade. "Does it hurt?" he whispered, moving his lips to her ear and gently moving them to press against her cheek, licking her cheek and smirking at her, moving away to look into her eyes.

It didn’t matter how wrong she thought he was or how wrong she thought his methods were, Felix was still right in what he was saying. Millie was so very, very alive and at that moment, more aware of herself than she had ever been. With great clarity she now felt every inch of her body; from how uncomfortable her clothes were on her body to the prickly feel of her hair on the back of her neck. She shut her eyes as a jolt of pain shot through her arm and her breathing became quicker as she tried to fight the second wave of pain that shot through her. Her bottom lip wobbled uncontrollably and a sob broke from between her lips, prompting her eyes to water once more. “Felix!” Her voice, laden with her plea, came out broken and awkward. “Felix please! Don’t do this! I...I just...I’m sorry! Please just let me go! Please I’ll do anything!”

But before she had chance to protest, the dress was hiked up around her ribcage, revealing her pale, trim stomach. She felt completely and utterly exposed and he seemed to revel in it. An impending sense of doom struck Millie, forcing the air out of her lungs, and her body began to tingle, as if aware of what was to come. Something screwed up inside her as the tip of the knife probed the surface of her stomach and as it broke the surface; her screams rang out across the room. As it did so though, something burst within her. Her eyes shot open. Her pupils obscured nearly all of her iris. She threw herself up, straining against the leather straps in the hope that they would break. But when they didn’t, Millie was forced further up on the knife, pushing it through more of her skin.

Something jarred within her not a moment after that same something screwed up and burst. What jarred this time though was her magic and it came screaming - in unison with her - to a halt. Her fingers curled and her eyes fell shut as the zing the magic gave her body curled in on itself, curled in towards her core. The tears continued to flood down her cheeks and with that she began to shut down, as if someone was turning off all of the lights. Her body fell still as the blood began to bubble and spread over her sickeningly pale stomach and her breathing slowed as she lost the energy, lost the will, to continue fighting him. Her mind was left ticking though, waiting and alert for the moment the system could be turned back on. As it was though, Millie had a feeling that wouldn’t matter. She’d die, wouldn’t she? Felix would see to that before she even found out what she’d lost.