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You'll Lie and I'll Believe	By : EloiseAtThePlaza Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 8401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Scabior wanted to kill something. He wanted to kill her. All of this time she had been waiting for the precise moment to catch him off guard and escape. This left him wondering…had she even enjoyed herself during their moments of passion? Or had it all been a farce, her way of tricking him into thinking that escape was the last thing on her mind?

She had climaxed the night before. Surely that hadn't been an act? She was an innocent after all. Perhaps he was overestimating her abilities as an actress. Perhaps the hand job was the only part she had faked.

He raked his hands through his already disheveled hair. As much as he hated to admit it, her "act" had severely bruised his ego. She had loathed him at first, that much was certain. But after the sex he could have sworn she felt comfortable and at ease. She had snuggled in his arms for the entire night, for Merlin's sake!

He couldn't believe his misfortune. He was experiencing horrible déjà vu. In less than forty-eight hours he had managed to lose two attractive and not to mention valuable witches. His punishment for losing Granger had been the Cruciatus Curse. For Cora, well…he looked down at his erection. It was still throbbing. He had to hand it to her: she couldn't have picked a better time to scamper off.

"Might as well finish what the chit started," he snarled, grabbing hold of his member and pumping it.

As he did this, he imagined all the things he would do to Cora once she was in his grasp once more. Oh yes, he had every intention of catching her again…how could he not, after what she had done to him? Two could play this game.

He would give her a day's head start. He knew her last name and where she worked. Tracking her down based on this information would be too easy. He suspected she already knew this as well. A sensible person like Cora would go into hiding and rent a room somewhere, preferably in the city. This would prove to be a challenge when he traced her location. He didn't care, though. In fact, the hunt was his favorite part. Excitement coursed through his veins. She wouldn't escape a second time.

Cora stood outside of Potage Place as she tried to calm her nerves. She knew for a fact her mother was worried sick about her disappearance. Her father, on the other hand, was probably livid. She wasn't looking forward to his reaction.

There was absolutely no way she could lie about that events that had transpired the night before. Her ripped t-shirt, bruised body and mangled hair spoke on her behalf. She had to tell them. It would break her mother's heart and her father would turn into a drunken, deranged caricature of himself, but there was no way out of this situation.

She limped up the sidewalk, her awkward shuffling another uncomfortable reminder of the Snatcher. Her ankle was no longer broken but it was still very sore and tender. Although magic aided in recovery, it did not entirely speed up the healing process. She reluctantly acknowledged that the Snatcher possessed a gift for repairing broken bones; she doubted Madame Pomfrey could have conjured a better mending spell.

She quietly opened the front door to her house. It was very early in the morning and her parents were probably still asleep. Maybe they wouldn't have to see her like this. She could take a quick shower, wear long sleeves to cover the bruises, brush the leaves out of her hair…

"Cora!"

Her heart skipped a beat even though she knew the voice. She quietly shut the door and spun around to face her mother.

Alinor Potage cautiously approached her daughter, her hands coming up to cover her mouth as she observed her daughter's ripped clothing.

"Cora, where on earth have you been? I sent an owl to St. Mungo's but they said you had already left the hospital. Do you know how worried I've been? I haven't slept! What happened to you?"

"I-I'm sorry. Something came up last night and I couldn't find a way to reach you."

Her mother pulled her in for a suffocating hug. "Thank God you're home, Cora."

Cora felt the sudden urge to burst into tears as she took comfort in the warm, familiar embrace of her mother.

"What happened to you?" Alinor repeated, cradling Cora's face in her hands as she observed her daughter's haggard appearance.

Cora had trouble meeting her mother's gaze. Although there was no reason to be ashamed, she still felt like she had done something wrong. If only I hadn't lingered in the forest. I would be asleep in my bed. I wouldn't be afraid for my life. I wouldn't have lost my virginity.

Cora took a deep breath, unsure of where to start. "You know I normally take a run after leaving work, right?"

Her mother nodded, willing her to continue.

"Last night…someone else was in the forest, Mama. I couldn't do anything," she started, but the lump in her throat prohibited her from forming another sentence.

She finally broke down when she saw her mother's eyes fill up with tears. Cora fell to the floor and started to cry. Her mother hovered over her, stroking her hair.

Alinor's voice wavered as she said, "Cora, sweetheart, please listen to me. Your father is still asleep and he'll be in a horrible mood if we wake him up. He's been out all night searching for you. Come upstairs and I'll get you cleaned up."

Cora momentarily snapped out of it. Despite her dreadful situation, the last thing she wanted was her father's involvement. She hoisted herself up and leaned on her mother. They quietly climbed the stairs and walked the short distance down the hallway to Cora's room.

Once inside the safe confines of her bedroom Cora limped over to her bed and sat down, staring at the floor. Her mother carefully undressed her, starting with the shoes and working her way up to the torn, dirty t-shirt.

She ushered Cora into the connecting bathroom and started to run the bath.

"Sit in the tub. That's it. I'm here, Cora. Let me take care of you," her mother murmured.

Cora shivered as the hot water from the faucet poured over her feet and quickly filled the bath. Her body relaxed as she felt her mother's fingers lather shampoo into her scalp.

Alinor slowly bathed her daughter, pausing occasionally when she spotted a bruise or scratch. Her heart ached as she gingerly washed the bloody scratches on Cora's backside. Tears pricked her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. She had to appear strong for Cora's sake.

After Cora was thoroughly rinsed of dirt and grime, her mother wrapped her in an oversized bathrobe and they left the steamy air of the bathroom together. Alinor busied herself by rummaging through Cora's wardrobe for fresh clothes. Cora rolled onto the bed and buried her head into her plush, downy pillow. After a few minutes she felt her mother gently work a comb through her gnarled tangles of hair.

"Who was he?"

Cora closed her eyes, taking deep breaths of the fresh linen scent of her pillowcase.

"A Snatcher. I don't know his name."

Alinor Potage was outraged. She knew a thing or two about the Ministry's ruthless band of bounty hunters. Most were ex-inmates from Azkaban. They were soulless and money hungry wizards who deserved to be kissed by a Dementor.

Her husband had enough power and connections to ask around and discover the identity of Cora's assailant. She knew for a fact her husband would kill the criminal. Cora was his favorite child. He would willingly put his life on the line for his firstborn.

Cora knew her mother was deep in thought, for she had stopped brushing her hair. She decided it was time to intervene and state the facts.

"Mama?"

Cora's precious voice penetrated Alinor's thoughts. She resumed brushing her daughter's hair. "Yes?"

"I can't stay here any longer. I have to hide. I told him my last name. It seemed like a perfectly harmless bit of information at the time, but now…he'll come looking for me. I know it."

Alinor heard the desperation and panic in her daughter's voice. It was heartbreaking.

"Cora, sweetheart, you have nothing to fear. You're safe now. Papa and I will take care of you."

Cora shook her head and looked up at her mother. "I don't want to put you and Papa in danger. You don't know what this man is capable of, and neither do I. I have to leave and find a temporary place in the city."

"Cora, there are ways to keep this Snatcher away from you. He wouldn't dare set foot on this property, anyway. Your father is not a man to be crossed. Once Papa alerts the wizarding community, this man will be out of your life forever."

Cora knew her parents would do everything in their power to protect her. But this Snatcher was determined and cunning. He would find a way to kidnap her. Her father's protection was merely an obstacle that the Snatcher would no doubt find a way to overcome.

She also knew her mother was strong-willed and stubborn, especially when it concerned the well-being of her children. Alinor wouldn't willingly allow her to leave Winchester. Cora would have to wait until nightfall and sneak out. She refused to drag her family into this mess.

"Sorry Mama. You're right. I'm so sorry for all of this and for doubting you. I trust you and Papa to keep me safe."

Alinor leaned down and kissed her daughter's soft cheek. "There is no need to apologize, sweet. You've done nothing wrong. Papa and I have just been so worried- but you're here now. Try to rest and clear your mind."

Alinor held Cora's hand long after her daughter's eyes had closed. She'd almost lost her child and was now unwilling to let go. Although Cora was now safe and tucked into bed, she couldn't bear to let her daughter out of her sight.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Your comments really perk me up after a long day. I apologize if this chapter is a bit on the dull side. The plotline will thicken as Cora moves to London and Scabior pays a visit to Dolores Umbridge ;)

Chapter title is from "Haunted" by Taylor Swift.
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