Creeveys in Counselling

Creeveys in Counselling

Chapter 01

Dear Elly,

I must confess that I knew that Crabbe and Goyle were to hold your brothers back, while we were together at The Ball. But I never thought they could be able to do something as low as this. I am ashamed that I know them. My father would kill me if he ever heard me saying it, but I really start to hate him and his friends now that I know what they stand for.

I've always believed that they were nice; sure they made some weird remarks now and then, but that was normal. I never knew there was something different than their attitude.

Malfoy yelled at me, when I told him what happened. I know now what was his entire plan. Crabbe and Goyle were supposed to do anything they wished to do with your brothers. And I guess stupid as they are, this was the first thing that came to their minds. Malfoy intended me to rape you. But I can't. You are too nice for that. I never knew that was his plan, until after the Ball. That's why he was so angry with me.

I hope you'll forgive me.

Thomas

"Oh," sighed Eleanor, "what am I supposed to do with you, Thomas? I love you, but can I forgive what your supposed friends did to my brothers?"

Eleanor sighed again. She stood up and walked to the window. The sun was setting. She drifted away to the Ball in her mind. Thomas had been a real gentlemen. Not at all what you would expect from a Slytherin.

He had assured her that her brothers where having just as nice a time as she had. How wrong he was. When Eleanor had finally reached her own Common Room again she found her brothers telling Harry, Ron and Hermione that Crabbe and Goyle had raped them. She had been really furious with Thomas, he was also a Slytherin. He should have known. But know it turned out that he had been plain naive, and didn't have the real Slytherin heart. The only reason he was in Slytherin was because he was raised as one, by one.

As she looked outside, she Eleanor came to a conclusion. She had to write Thomas back. There was just no other way.

She walked slowly away from the window and sat down at her desk. From the drawer she took a piece of parchment, an eagle-feather quill and some ink.

Dear Thomas, she wrote. But how to continue? Suddenly the words just came to her mind. And she quickly started to write her letter. When she had finished she reread her letter.

Dear Thomas,

I forgive you. It's not your fault. It's the fault of your family and their friends. I see that you really didn't want this to happen to my brothers. I appreciate that you loved me enough to tell me this.

You are really the only person I can talk to about this. Colin and Dennis don't want to talk about what happened at that stupid ball. They are in counselling now. That is some Muggle form of therapy, where you talk about your problems. I heard mum and dad talk to Doctor Spock about it. The doctor seemed to think they would me traumatised for life! Oh, Thomas! I wish there was something we could do to help them. If only there was a way for them to get revenge on those two idiots.

Love, Eleanor

Eleanor looked around to see if the owl that had brought Thomas' letter was still there. And sure it was. He was sitting on the bed, waiting for Eleanor to finish her letter.

She took the piece of leather string that had held Thomas' letter. She used it to tie her letter to the owl's paw and the owl took off.