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To be tested.

Thea walked carefully down the winding staircase, her heeled feet feeling out the steps carefully. Her wet hair sat high on her head in an elaborate up do, dark, wet tendrils hanging delicately around her face and shoulders. Her eyes had the faintest hint of smoky eye shadow brushed across them, making her eyes seem deeper and more thoughtful. Her lips were highlighted with the barest slick of tinted lip-gloss, and her cheeks were brushed with rosy colour. Thea wasn't keen on makeup, but her mother had taught her such womanly skills when she bee been small, and so Thea knew how to look her best. Even with makeup she would never be stunning, but she could appear quite beautiful. Thea noticed such things, but never really cared. She was more concerned that her mind and the ability to be strong and able.

Lucius was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs, and as she approached him his eyes travelled lazily up her body. Her dress hung closely to her body, clinging to her breasts and waist, but skimming over her hips. The neckline was fairly daring displaying a large flash of pale chest, indented slightly with the hint of ribs, and the hollows of her collar bone. The back was so low, it stopped halfway down her lower back. Thea felt very exposed under Lucius' open stare of admiration, and so lifted her chin defiantly.

Politely she said, 'Good evening, Mr Malfoy. It was so good of you to invite me for the weekend.'
He reached out a hand to help her down the last few steps, and she took it, carefully showing no reluctance.
'Oh it's my pleasure.' He murmured, bending at the waist in a bow. He turned her hand over so that the palm was facing up, and kissed her open palm, and then again on the tender skin of her wrist.

His eyes flicked up to hers provocatively, but Thea merely smiled politely. Standing upright, Lucius led Thea by the hand into the dining hall. It was similar to her family's; large, spacious, with a beautiful antique table and enchantments cast so that the atmosphere was warm and intimate.
Draco stood as she entered, his eyes following her body in much the same way as his father's had. The similarity was slightly sickening, and Thea swallowed. Lucius released her hand and took his seat at the head of the table, next to his wife, the formidable Narcissa.

Thea, trained in eloquence from a young age by her mother, walked towards Narcissa and curtseyed.
'It is an honour to be invited to stay with you, Mrs Malfoy. And it is very good to meet you again.'

Thea rose from her curtsy and watched Narcissa's face. It was as beautiful and cold as ever. Her hair was twisted back into an elegant chignon, and her makeup was impeccable. A superior smiled twisted her perfect mouth.
'Ah yes, Thea. I was hoping my son would one day have the good sense to make your acquaintance. You and Adrianna are both wonderful young women. Such good breeding.'

Thea swallowed. Like her own mother, Narcissa was less concerned with compatibility, and more concerned with breeding and bloodlines.
Thea smiled sweetly before walking around the table to take her seat next to both Lucius and Draco.
As she reached her seat, Draco graciously pulled it out for her. Thea moved to step into it, when Draco circled his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, pressing his lips to hers in a passionate kiss.

Thea knew she could not pull away in front of Narcissa, who would be greatly insulted by the rejection of her son. So promising herself that she would take her revenge later, Thea did the sensible thing and relaxed into the kiss.

When Draco pulled away from her she saw the smug look on Lucius' face.
'Really, Draco. Not at the table.' Narcissa spoke, but when Thea looked over at her she could see the pleasure in her face. She was obviously sed sed with this match.

After that little drama, dinner passed quickly. The food was delicious and although Thea was not hungry, she was careful to eat just enough. A naturally quiet girl, Thea could be graciously chatty and eloquent when the need arose, and she could tell by the end of the meal that Narcissa was most pleased with her.
er der dinner they all moved into the sitting room for a drink. Thea merely sipped hers, suspicious of its contents; you could never be too careful. Finally Narcissa excused herself, claiming that she was retiring to her room. Uneasy about being left with the two men who were both looking at her as if she was naked and covered in cream, Thea politely expressed her own fatigue and excused herself.

Draco insisted on seeing her back to her room, and again Thea was surprised when he merely gave her a smug smile before leaving her be.
Once inside Thea allowed herself to relax just a little. No one had told her when she would be expected to meet Voldemort, but considering how late it was she assumed it would likely be tomorrow. Unless they were planning a midnight excursion.
Thea frowned, but when she saw the thin nightgown left out for her on the soft bed covers, she thought maybe that was not the plan. Lifting up the nightgown gently Thea stared at how thin the material was. Slipping it over her body and looking in the mirror Thea found that it was largely see-through. Her nipples could clearly be seen under the thin material. The neckline was low and trimmed with lace, the straps thin and delicate. It hung just above her knee, and a slit lined with lace went indecently high showing a long line of thigh.

Thea would have worn something else, but she slept naked usually and had no suitable clothing to wear as night gear. This would have to do, Thea thought pulling on a clean pair of cotton knickers. Well, that's a little less indecent, she mused as she clambered into the surprisingly comfortable bed. She suddenly felt overwhelmingly tired. Wasn't there something she needed to remember? Her mind thought sleepily. But the need to sleep was too great, and in no time at all she was asleep.

Thea woke with a start as she felt hands on her body.
'No!' She cried out forcefully as she began to struggle. Strong hands held her down and then Draco's face was above her in the dark.
'Stay still and we won't hurt you.' His voice was a hiss.
We? Thea looked beyond him to see Lucius standing calmly in the dark. Oh god, they weren't both going to rape her were they? Her wide eyes flicked back to Draco's.
'It is time to go now. You must wear this blind fold.'

Relieved for just a moment she obediently sat up, allowing Draco to tie a piece of smooth dark cloth across her eyes. The knot caught some of her hair but she didn't cry out, she just focussed on her breathing trying not to panic as she was plunged into complete darkness.

Remembering how she had forgot to place the wards Snape had taught her around the room, and her sudden tiredness the night before, Thea realised that she had been drugged. Lucius probably snuck a few drops of some potion into her drink last night. It must have been potent, as she had only taken a few sips of the hearty wine.

Draco pulled her roughly off the bed, and she almost stumbled, but then she felt Lucius take hold of her other arm and she was steadied. They walked her forwards. She felt Lucius bend down, his hand still on her arm, he murmured something she couldn't make out and then there was the briefest sensation of movement, before a chill wind blew across her back. A port key. He had used a port key. But where the hell had they travelled to?

Thea focussed on branching out her hearing and sense of touch. But so far all she could hear was the sound of their breathing and footsteps, the rustle of clothes, and a chill wind across her back.
Her skin rose into goose bumps in protest and she felt her nipples straining hard against the material of her gown. Thinking of how see-through the material was Thea bit back a humiliated snarl. She had no time to worry over such vanities; she needed to focus on what the upcoming meeting was going to be like.

Finally she felt herself being pulled inside. Both Draco and Lucius tightened their grip on her arms and she bit her lip so that she wouldn't hiss in pain. They led her carefully up what must have been a wide staircase for the three of them to walk abreast. The stone steps were icy cold against her bare feet, and Thea felt the slit up the skimpy gown fall open with every step she took, baring her right thigh. She should have known that the Malfoys would have taken a perverse pleasure from making her travel and meet their leader practically naked.

Eventually they stopped. She felt herself being pulled into what felt like a large room, because as Draco and Lucius stepped away from her she felt only empty space on all sides of her. Never before had she felt so exposed, and so vulnerable.

Snape watched from under the hood of his heavy robe as Thea was pulled into the room. He took in the short nightgown, it's daring slit and low neckline, and knew that it wasn't hers. The pink of her nipples could clearly be seen, especially as the cold made them stand out, stretching her skin taut.
Her chest rose a little faster than normal, but he was pleased to see that her face was blank, her lips held softly. No one who didn't know her could tell that inside she was terrified.
The others around him shuffled as they took in Thea's form. All of the men were dressed in their long robes, hoods up, but Snape could imagine their eyes raking along Thea's body. She was tall and lean. The faint outline of muscles could be seen on her arms and legs, giving her a look of strength and pleasing curves. Her shoulders were wide and slightly bony, her chest smooth and indented with ribs; her breasts small, well shaped. Her waist seemed flat under the drape of cloth, and her hips, though slightly wide, seemed in proportion with the rest of her. There were women with better bodies and features, but nevertheless Thea was still pleasing to the eye.
Snape frowned and watched the scene before him unfold.

Thea felt her chest and and fall, rise and fall. It seemed an eternity she stood there in the silence, her ears straining to pick up the faintest sound, but she was continually distracted by the pounding of her heart. Finally a voice she recognised as Draco Malfoy's sounded to her right, she turned her face slightly towards it.
'As instructed Thea Melissa Carter has completed the mission set for her as part of her initiation to the order.'

She heard the rustle of papers and in her mind imagined Lucius handing them to the infamous Voldemort.
'We are hear to evaluate her performance.'

And then as Thea listened numerous voices arose to explain almost her precise movements since Draco had told her of her mission. Some she recognised as the two Malfoy men, one other sparked a faint memory, but the others she did not recognise. She swallowed down her panic.

When they discussed the methods she used to get past the wards, Thea knew that she must have missed one. Snape did work for the Death Eaters, and here was the proof. Her eyes hardened against the blindfold; so angry was she at her mistake. Of course Snape would catch her, it might have been a trap to begin with. Her panic rose as she wondered what they would do to her now.

When the voices ended there was silence once again. Thea was desperately trying to control her breathing, and her fury helped her. Anger was something Thea was used to, and whereas to others it meant a loss of control, to Thea it helped her feel icy calm.

A voice like whispering sandpaper spoke, sending chills down Thea's already cold skin.
'Bring her forward.'

Thea did not want to get nearer to whoever was speaking, but strong hands closed around arms and she was pulled unceremoniously forwards.
'Kneel before Lord Voldemort.' A voice demands Ths Thea was kicked in the back of her left knee making her fall painfully onto the hard ground. She felt the entire length of her right thigh exposed as she kneeled low to the ground, and bit back a twisted smile. No time to think about appearances, she thought viciously. Concentrate!

Thea turned her face up to where she assumed Voldemort stood. A musty, unpleasant smell was wrapping itself around her, and she remembered the rumours she had heard about the physical state Voldemort had been left in after his power was drained. She fought with herself not to pull away.

Finally that voice spoke again.
'You have great potential.' It was like a snake licking across her skin.
'But you are hesitant. You seem unwilling to dedicate yourself to me.'

Thea tensed. This was the moment. From now on she would have to choose her words carefully. She kept her head raised and her shoulders back.
'Lord Voldemort.' She began her voice clear and respectful.
'I was unsure as to whether joining the Death Eaters would benefit me.' She paused, wishing desperately that she could see his face to judge his reaction.
'Now I know that you are a powerful leader. I can feel you magic licking across my skin and throbbing in my head.'

And it was true, she could. It was almost intoxicating. Even in his weakened state Voldemort was a powerful wizard.
'You are the way forward.' Thea concluded, and waited for a response.
At first there was nothing and then a satisfied laugh.
'Yes. You are a worthy witch. Powerful. Strong. Wilful.' The last spoken with less satisfaction.
'Bring her closer.' The voice commanded, and Thea felt people move up behind her. She was dragged on her knees towards the awaiting Voldemort, the scent she had caught earlier grew stronger.

The others moved away and Thea felt the cold at her back. A hand that felt like a claw closed on her upper right arm and pulled; hard. Thea fell forwards onto a solid form. She recoiled involuntarily, her hands reaching out. They were grabbed in a vicelike grip and pulled behind her back. Thea felt her breasts pressed tight against what she assumed was Voldemort.
Hot breath with a slightly acidic smell wafted across her face. She swallowed down the bile that rose at the back of her throat.

Snape watched as Thea was pulled against the body of Voldemort. The Lord's face was purposefully concealed in the darkness, but all who stood with Snape knew what it looked like. Voldemort was seated and Thea was between his knees, her torso pressed against Voldemort's. Snape could imagine Voldemort staring down intently onto Thea's upturned face.
Snape stood silently, aware of the sudden stillness that had filled the air.

Thea's chest heaved with every breath, and now she was really struggling to stay calm. But then the hand released its grip on her wrists, and she dropped them at her sides. She felt herself held between two legs, and knew that she was between Voldemort's knees. She swallowed hard and waited.

Suddenly she felt gentle tugs on her blindfold and then it dropped away, caressing her face on its path to the floor. It took her eyes time to adjust, and when they did it took all her control not to show any emotion, not to pull back, not to scream in terror.

Lord Voldemort stared down at her, his face a rotting mask of muscle fibre and skin. The bones of his cheek were clearly visible and his eyes were bulging from his face, off-white in colour like curdled milk. His lips were almost completely rotted away, making his teeth show in a horrifying grin. Lank, thin hair hung in lines across his forehead, the skin there ashen and tinged with green.

Thea swallowed hard. She knew her eyes were wide but she could not control that small feature, though the rest of her face was neutral.
'Your Lord.' She managed to say, dropping her eyes and bowing her head respectively.

She looked up to see Voldemort smile, the lines of muscles in his cheek moving. Thea felt intensely ill, but held it back.
'You have pleased me. You will be contacted soon with new orders, and if you do as well then as you have now, you will bear my mark.'

With that he released her, and Thea kneeled dazed on the floor until arms circled around her waist and pulled her to her feet.
The blindfold was retied and she heard the others in the room pay their respects to their lord as she was pulled from the room.

Snape watched her go. She had conducted herself surprisingly well. He had seen grown men tremble and cry out when subjected to Voldemort's ruined face. But Thea was strong, stronger than he had first thought. But as Snape watched the way Draco kneaded her waist with his hand, he knew her night of ordeal was not over. Turning away, he followed his associates from the room.
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