Us ; George Weasley

16

I was sat in Dumbledores office. I had George sitting on my right, and across the room Liam was sitting in a chair he was handcuffed to. I tried not to make eye contact with him but it was almost impossible.

"Miss Blake?" I heard a women's voice, I looked up to see an Auror. I nodded slowly before getting up to follow her into the other room.

"Goodmorning Miss Blake, I'm detective Nelson and I was called by your Headmaster as you have been the victim of some pretty bad crimes" I nodded as she continued, "I am prepared to arrest Mr Hilton and take him to Azkaban prison to await trial if we have enough proof against him." She flicked through her papers.

"Now how this is going to work, I'm going to ask you questions and you have to answer me honestly." She raised an eyebrow as I nodded again.

"When was the first time Mr Hilton assaulted you?" She asked as she pulled out her notepad.

"September 3rd" I muttered as she nodded, "we were in the room of requirement and" I stopped, I didn't want to say it but I know I had to. I felt the tears coming.

"Would it make it easier if you had your friend in here with you?" She gave me a sympathetic look, I didn't want George to see me like this. However I nodded slightly. She gestured for her assistant to go back into Dumbledores office and get George.

He quickly came into the room, "Mr Weasley, take a seat. I'll need to question you too." She looked at me, "as you were saying." I looked at George who reached for my hand, giving it a small squeeze.

"Um, we were in the room of requirement. He wanted to have sex and he was manipulating me, saying how everyone does it and it's not a big deal. I kept on saying no I didn't want to but he just didn't listen. I tried to push him off me, that's when he punched me for the first time." I sobbed.

"He forced me to have sex with him eight times, and one time." I looked at George, I knew he was gonna kill him after I finish this sentence, "he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into an empty classroom. And after my reaction he pulled up my sleeve and saw scars, he starting shaming me for it. He then grabbed a lighter and burnt my skin. He chocked me, forced me to give him a blow job. He forced me to starve myself" I couldn't finish. I broke down.

I couldn't breathe.

George quickly pulled me in for a hug as I sat there sobbing in his arms, "I really liked him" I cried as he hushed me.

"I know love"

The detective ran her fingers through her hair. "The boy just turned 18" The detective sighed, "you're 15" She looked at me sympathetically.

She reached over the table and took my hand, "take my word for this." She gave me a stern look, "I promise you, he will be locked up for a long time."