Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JK Rowling and beginning song lyrics are not mine!
ATTENTION! THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN MENTIONS OF SEX SLAVE AND PEDOPHILIA. THIS STORY HAS A DARK BEGINING SO BE WARNED! Okay, with that I will tell you that this story will slowly cheer up but will always have a small focus on what happens at the prologue.
One of my more darker ideas that was inspired by the song Sweet Dreams which I heard on the Sucker Punch soundtrack. I really like the Emily Browning version, you should take a listen sometime. I actually have four different ideas based from hearing the song but I like this one the most. Please don't judge me on how twisted this may seem, this is just a Fanfiction!
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A Light in the Storm
Prologue
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
She started the song in her head as she was taken into the Pleasure Room. She did that every time she was bought. Play the song until the torturous time was over. She let him undress her, holding back her horrified shudder as his slimy cold hands ran down her pale skin. Their hands were always cold, never a warmth she felt she needed. She followed his order to take him in her mouth because that's what she was supposed to do, follow orders. Order after order, until the men were finally pleased.
After that was over, she was thrown onto the bed forcefully. She kept playing the song as she held back the pain. She didn't even pretend to enjoy it anymore. The men were too busy to realize that she was begging for death every time this happened. He took his time but was still rough until she hurt. She bit back the tears as she looked at the mirrored ceiling, watching the reflection of this devil who was paving his way to hell. He was rougher than the others and she had to forcibly hold back the whimpers.
When he was done, he dressed and left, leaving her to cry. She curled up in a ball and cried softly, feeling liked she was split in half. Suddenly she was gone with a quiet pop. She didn't notice when she landed on some grass, a breeze ruffling the blades. She didn't hear a scream and running footsteps.
"Bloody hell, is that Maya?!"
"Where did she come from? Why is she naked?"
"Ginny, you're fastest, go tell mum."
A blanket was draped over her and someone was lifting her. She was startled by how warm the hands were. How soft and familiar they felt. Her eyes were blurry with tears but she saw the red hair and blue eyes and instantly felt safe. She hadn't felt safe since he sold her.
"Don't worry, Maya. You're safe."
And with those words, Maya Potter passed out.
Chapter One
Albus Dumbledore appeared at the Weasley home with a sigh. He was instantly ushered in and sat down at the kitchen where all the Weasleys were sitting. He declined the tea offered and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I have found out what happened." He said. "It turns out, the day after Maya got back to Privet Drive, Vernon Dursley…sold her to a colleague who also owned a children's sex slave warehouse."
There was a horrified gasp. "What-what do you mean, children's sex slave warehouse?"
"Children are sold to this man who keeps them in a warehouse where men will come and buy them for a certain amount of time."
"Oh, Maya."
"It's worse."
"How can it be worse?"
"The muggle police raided the place and we found about two hundred children ranging from ages ten to seventeen. When they found the log book, we discovered that Maya had been bought by over 400 men."
"400?"
"She was the most popular according to some 'patrons' that were apprehended. Of course they didn't know her real name as they all had code names with slogans."
"And hers?" Ginny asked hesitantly.
Dumbledore sighed sadly. "Sweet Dream. Her slogan was, Buy Sweet Dream and have your sweetest dreams come true."
Mrs. Weasley started sobbing and her husband held her as the others looked a mix between murderous and devastated.
"And those other children?"
"Either taken to relatives or foster care. Some asked that we thank Maya because through everything, she helped them when they were scared. According to them she was bought more than in the log book because she would take over for the younger ones." He sighed. "The youngest had never had to go through anything because Maya, according to her, took her place with the men. An older girl told us that Maya had been bought 400 times but she sacrificed herself more than that. She was braver than most there."
"Of course she was, she's the bravest person I know." Ginny whispered before starting to cry. Ron held her closely.
"I must go, I need to talk to Madam Bones, but update me on Maya's progress. Remember, you all are going to Grimmuald Place in a week."
"Thank you, Professor."
When he left it was silent for a few minutes until a high pitched scream pierced the air. George was the first out of the kitchen and up the stairs where he found Maya thrashing as she cried. He went over and the second he touched her arm she stopped and held onto him. He looked over at his mum and dad who looked confused. He gently gathered her in his arms and she slowly stopped shaking and fell back asleep. He was about to let her go when she started shaking again, at least until he was holding her. He realized that he needed to hold her for her to be calm and looked at his mother who shrugged. He sighed and lied down, still holding her.
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George watched as her eyes slowly opened. She looked up at him in confusion before suddenly cuddling into him. Before he could ask what she was doing, she spoke.
"They were cold. You're warm, I need the warmth." It confused him for a second before he realized she meant all those men. He sighed and held her close.
"Don't worry, there won't be any more cold."
"Good, I've missed warm." Her eyes were closed again.
"Go back to sleep." He murmured. "You can talk later, okay?"
"M'kay. George…stay…" She then fell back asleep and he sighed. He wrapped his other arm around her and slowly fell asleep himself.
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As you can probably tell this story was originally going to be called Sweet Dreams. Read and Review!