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Broken by the Dark Lord	By : Kanashii Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 6067 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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- Life inside the ranks of Voldemort�Contains Snape,
Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy, MacNair and various other Deatheaters as well as an
OFC: This story turns very dark and brutal in later chapters and near the end;
Lemon, ofc, D/s, humil, rape, BSDM, tort, violence and explicit sex, death.
(Especially after the first 3 chapters)-

*THIS STORY IS SET
ROUGHLY DURING THE FIRST through MID PART OF BOOK 5-OOTP*

--DISCLAIMER: Nearly ALL these characters are created and
owned by JK Rowling and her various agencies. Only the OC characters are mine.
This is written strictly for the enjoyment and pleasure of other HP Fans. If
you enjoy this story please let me know. Also check out my author name
�Kanashii� if you wish to see any of my other work.�

CHAPTER 1: The Horse and the Falcon

Miranda Vitale had been born to muggle parents; however she
had never had any formal education in the wizarding world school. Born in Italy
she was supposed to go to the Wizarding School Abracchio in Naples but after
hearing about the return of �You- know- who� the dark wizard Voldemort, her
education had been put on hold. Now she was of the legal wizarding age, 17, and
felt cheated and woefully ignorant of any spells or defenses as the wizarding
world began their largest push against the Dark Lord Voldemort. She had tried
to get the Daily Prophet as much as she could down here in Italy but it offered
her now real information on Voldemort or his plans. They were censoring
themselves in a most aggravating way.

�� Miranda�s one gift
that she had been blessed or cursed with was her inborn animagus ability to be
able to transform into a horse at will; an elegant Arabian like solid white
horse with dark sage eyes and a long flowing man and tail.

� Like many other
parents muggle and otherwise they had been afraid to send Miranda to school
with the wild rumors of Voldemort and the Deatheaters running rampant even if
they were up in the British/Scotland area. Her father was a prosecutor for the Sicilian
�La Cosa Nostra� or Organized Crime rings of both the Mafia and the Camorra and
his usual paranoia had trickled over to his daughter education.

��Maybe
when all this has a settled down, eh?� he tried to soothe his daughter as they
sat at a local bistro in Sicily, �Please forgive this old man his paranoia Miranda,
but you are my only child.� He had smiled warmly. He did love her so. �Besides,
my hard work is nearly paying off, we are so close to capturing and prosecuting
Don Bruno Cardello and his group, perhaps once that is done I will get you to a
proper school for your training, eh?�

� �Of course, papa.�
She smiled lightly and gently kissed her father on his cheek. Miranda could
deny her father nothing when he looked at her with such fatherly love and
protection. �Deep in her heart she did
feel relatively safe thinking that the Deatheaters and Voldemort�s crew were
much further to the north.

�� The Dark Lord paced
around his elegant stronghold his temper in a right dour state. Before him Lucius
Malfoy, Walden MacNair and a large blonde Deatheater lay prostrated before him
in supplication. �But my Lord,� Lucius Malfoy tried to keep all arrogance and
presumption out of his voice. �Muggles, now?� he couldn�t help the small sneer
that threatened his handsome face.

� Voldemort�s eyes
seemed to grow larger and consume Malfoy for a moment, their red, slitted
pupils seeming to slam into his Lucius� very mind. �Are you completely daft, or
just arrogantly stupid Malfoy?� he threw the comment cruelly at his Deatheater.
�It is why you don�t have the foresight that I do�� he walked right up to the
prostrated Malfoy forcing the man to glance up at him in fear. �Do you honestly
think that without the help of the non-humans like the Giants and others, or
without the assistance of some Muggle groups I will be successful in all my
plans? THINK MALFOY!� his voice seemed to cut through Malfoy�s mind like a
surgeon�s scalpel.

� �I-I, of course
not�� Malfoy tried to put strength into his words, but the powerful legilimens
of Voldemort only terrified him.

� A soft chuckle
resounded deep inside the Dark Lord as he backed off from Malfoy and then
lazily flicked his wand for a moment at him. �Crucio�

� MacNair and the
tall, blonde Deatheater saw their fellow Deatheater suddenly writhe in
excruciating agony on the floor, his muscles contorted, his eyes nearly rolled
back into his head. The handsome dark face of Lucius Malfoy was contorted in
the most agonizing of soundless pain as his body was wracked by wave after wave
of torturous pain, as though someone was literally ripping the muscle and sinew
from his very bones.

� Even MacNair had to
glance away after a moment, he knew his master could be the cruelest of them
all, and deep inside the various Deatheaters felt any of them could push their
master�s temper too far and suffer the same fate as Malfoy.

� After a few minutes Voldemort
flicked his wand almost offhandedly again and the agonizing torture of Lucius
Malfoy stopped leaving him a quivering mass on the floor. None of his fellow
Deatheaters dared to assist him. They knew they could be next for showing any
weakness or doubt to their Master.

� �Now, as I was
saying.� The Dark Lord calmly strode over so he was nearly standing on poor
Malfoy, one of Voldemort�s dark leather booted feet pushed Malfoy over onto his
back and he placed his booted foot heavily on Lucius� chest forcing the
arrogant Malfoy to stare terrified into the angry gaze of the dark Wizard.
�There are Muggle groups out there, -much as you despise them Malfoy- that can
be very beneficial to us. Criminal groups like the Russian mobs, the Mafia, the
Camorra, the Ndrangheta, even the various smaller criminal groups in the cities
of London and around Europe. In Japan there is the Yakuza and many others.
Already these muggle groups engage in the same dark practices as us, sans magic
of course, but they are ruthless, determined and care only about power and
profit.� Voldemort glared down at Lucius, grinding a bit more of his heel into
Malfoy�s chest, �How wonderful it would be to have these Muggles do much of our
dirty work against their own kind, would it not?�

�Yes my Master.� Malfoy submissively agreed. He had no more
want of feeling Voldemort�s wrath.

�� We cannot be
everywhere at once!� Voldemort growled and finally took his foot off the
grounded Malfoy. �We wizards of course are the more superior and all the others
WILL work and bow to my command BUT.� He swung around to his three Deatheaters,
�But, we will need the assistance of whatever groups will bow to us, follow us,
no matter what.� A slight smirk slid up the dark skull like face of Voldemort,
�Thankfully you are not my advisors, or my plans would never get off the
ground. But not to fear my faithful.� He gave a quick dark glower to Malfoy, he
was still a bit angered at Malfoy�s daring to question him, �You will have plenty
to do, plenty to wreak havoc upon, plenty to destroy and consume in Voldemort�s
name.�

�� Voldemort turned
and sat back down in one of his dark throne like chairs. �I will see each of
you one at a time.� He pointed to the huge blonde haired Deatheater who rose
gracefully to his feet, standing nearly 7 foot.�
�Yes, my Master.� He bowed in a deep baritone voice and respectfully
approached his Master.

� �The rest of you
wait outside, I will let you know when I wish to speak to you.� Voldemort
dismissed MacNair and Malfoy with a bored wave of his hand.

�� Outside MacNair and
Lucius Malfoy stood glowering. Malfoy dared not mutter anything knowing the
Dark Lord had ears everywhere at his headquarters.

�What do ya suppose �e wants us to do, eh?� MacNair growled
a bit deeply, but his eyes were alight with the possibilities of murder,
torture and mayhem.

� �Do I look like I
know to presume the Dark Lord�s plans?� Malfoy shot at him contemptuously.

� With a cruel sneer
MacNair looked up at Malfoy, �Ya did earlier mate, wasn�t too bright on yer
part was it then.�

�� Lucius Malfoy�s
blue eyes darkened dangerously and he looked like he would have loved to place
the �Crucio curse� on the dimwitted MacNair a bit himself for his insolence,
but he dared not do anything to piss off the Dark Lord further.

� �Oh bugger off,
MacNair.� Malfoy hissed under his breath and just folded his arms across his
chest glaring at MacNair.

�� Mac Nair�s smirk
faded under the piercing eyes of Lucius Malfoy and he just snapped his mouth
shut, shifting a bit from foot to foot as they both awaited their turn to speak
to Voldemort.
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