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Face of War	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Voldemort/Ginny Views: 19603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N- As always I would like to thank Eclectic Pet for taking her time out to beta my work!

Kain- Fury was a hard chapter for me to write for many reasons. Top three of the list is the scene with Ginny and the rebels. You are right that nothing will ever be the same for Ginny or anyone else no matter what happens. But the world is always changing no matter what. In times of war this only becomes more clear and jarring. Nott is NOT having a good day, and I will leave it at that. Ginny and Daphne's relationship has evolved over time, but that is what happens when you really get to know someone. Here is the next chapter!
red demon- Yes, I have been working to post weekly, so you may want to check back each Sunday :). Don't worry, if Tom ever gets his hands on Michel... He has plans.

Ginny-
For the next several days, I spend most of my time being looked after by healers. They don’t bother me much after they heal my physical wounds, probably scared that I would send the Dark Lord after them.
Daphne on the other hand bothers me all the time, constantly trying to get me to bath and eat. a She isn’t scared of Tom like the others, or at least she knows him well enough to know what will actually anger him.
I’m both glad and hurt when Tom himself stays away. On one side, I still feel the safest when he’s there, when I can feel his hand on my skin. On the other side, I don’t want him to be dirtied by me.
The attack keeps playing out in my mind, as I lay there unmoving. I can remember with vivid detail how their hands grabbed and how they smelled. Their words run over and over in my head.
I think she likes it… bet the whore has been dreaming for a real man… He’ll never want to touch you again once he founds out… This is what you get for fucking an evil bastard...This is what you deserve...what you deserve...you deserve…
“Ginny.” I hear a clear real voice that pulls me from my thoughts. Looking up I see Luna standing over my bed with concern and pain in her eyes.
“Don’t let the Grabbles win.” She says in a very serious tone as she sits down next to me.
“The what?” I ask too confused to remember not to engage.
“The Grabbles.” She repeats clearly pushing some hair from my face. “They’re flat gray creatures that feed off mental pain. I think there might be some on your walls.” She explains looking around the room.
“What are you doing here Luna?” I ask with a frown. I really didn’t want to be bothered by life but it was always very hard to ignore my friend.
“Daphne and I just finished up a meeting and she wanted me to come see you. I’m glad she did. You don’t look well.” She says looking much more pained than I thought she should.
“I just need everyone to leave me alone.” I tell her rolling over so I don’t have to look at the blonde.
“So you can slowly waste away to nothing?” She asks sounding regretful.
I sigh pulling the cover over my head and trying to block her out.
“I wish Hermione was alive.” She says sounding sad as she remembered our friend. “She knew about these kinds of things. She would know what to say now.”
“She is alive.” I tell Luna suddenly feeling guilty for not thinking about her since the attack.
“What?” She asks sounding shocked.
“I found her in the dungeon. Tom is going to let me bring her here once the other room is done. Then she’ll be under my protection.” I explain, not thinking it odd that I can tell Luna this after the silencing charm Tom cast on me. I was magically bound to not speak of her until the room was set up.
“In exchange for marrying him?” Luna asks knowing the kind of deals I made with the devil all too well.
“And being a good little whore.” I say not wishing to really explain the rest. “The funny thing is he hasn’t actually had sex with me since we made the deal. I think he was waiting for something and now I'm useless trash.”
There’s a pause before she speaks again. “Ginny?” She asks and I can’t quite tell what he tone means. “I think you need to ask for her to be brought up.” She says with that same tone.
I frown and turn to look at the door that was supposed to lead to her room. It was sitting open now. One could see a very utilitarian bed in the corner.
“I…” I start before losing my voice and covering my head once again. “I can’t talk to him. I can’t.”
“I know it’s hard, but I don’t think he would go back on your deal.” Luna pressed setting a hand on my back.
I jerk away at the touch and turn on her. “Don’t.” I snap unable to stop myself. “Just don’t.” I say a little more meekly, I think I may start crying again. I can’t help my friends; I can’t even stop them from corrupting themselves with me.
She frowns down at me as she looks into my eyes. “I can’t imagine what it must be like for you. Being attacked by people you once trusted.” She says and looks to her lap again. I realize then she feels guilty for some reason. She’s trying to hide it, but she feels responsible.
“You told the rebels something that got me attacked.” I say and it isn’t even a question.
She pales a bit and looks around before looking back at me. “It’s all my fault Ginny.” She says as she lets the guilt show on her face now.
I look at her for a long time and shake my head. “If I hadn’t given into Tom no one would hate me that much.” I tell her softly.
“He…” She starts and I have to cut her off.
“They.” I correct her, knowing she needs to understand that truth.
“They?” She asks looking confused.
“You were going to say something about my attackers?” I ask feeling a bit better talking about it with my friend.
She nods still looking confused as worry grows in her eyes.
“There was four of them.” I say turning away from her, as I don’t really want to see her reaction.
“What? why?” She asks standing with shock.
“Why?” I ask now feeling like she thinks I deserved to be raped by one of them. Even my friends know what I deserve.
This is what you deserve…
“Sorry I-I didn’t mean it like that.” She says sounding as if she regretted her words. “I was just taken off guard. How could they do that to you?” She asks after a moment sounding angry.
“Because, I’m a traitor and Tom’s whore.” I tell her swallowing thickly. “They wanted to make it so he wouldn’t want me anymore.”
“Oh Ginny.” She says sounding pained. “I’m so sorry.” She says resting her hand on my side again.
“Stop it!” I yell pulling myself from the bed just to get away from the comfort she’s trying to give. “I don’t deserve your pity or comfort.” I scream shaking all over. “They made it perfectly clear I shouldn’t be around good people.”
“They are wrong.” Luna snaps back in the fiercest tone I’ve ever heard her use. “They are monsters Ginny. They let their fear and anger make them do something that was unforgivable. There was no point in treating you like that. Ginny tell me who they were and I’ll make sure Ron knows what they did.”
“It doesn’t matter. I don’t even know.” I tell her shaking my head. “I only knew one of them.” I say and I can feel the tears welling up in me once again.
“Tell me who he was Ginny.” Luna presses.
“No. Just leave me alone.” I press back.
“No. Just tell me who he is.” She mimics.
After a long silence, it’s clear that neither of us are getting what we want and she finally sighs. “I’m not leaving Ginny, but I won’t ask any more.” She agrees softly.
I lick my lips looking back at her. “And no touching.” I tell her looking back at my bed.
“Then no getting back in there.” She says as she sees where I’m looking. “Go shower and we’ll talk.” She insists and I don’t think she’s going to back down from this one either.
“Fine.” I say heading off to the bathroom to clean myself up.
I didn’t exactly smell but using magic to wash didn’t exactly get everything off either. I had to admit as I stood under the burning hot water that it felt cleansing in a way. I started to scrub my skin to try to remove the feel of those men and found I was raw before I actually removed the taint of them.
Half an hour or so later, when I stepped out into my room wearing a robe Luna was sitting on the couch. The coffee table was set with tea for two. Glancing to my bed I found my sheets and blankets had been removed so I turned back to glare at Luna.
“Really?” I ask as I take a seat in the armchair.
“Daphne says you’ve barely left it for over a week.” Luna says as if that’s a reasonable reason to remove my comfort.
“It’s only been a couple of days.” I argue wondering what day it was.
“It’s been over a week.” She disagrees before taking a sip from her cup. “Everyone is worried about you.” She says then glances to the door to Hermione’s room.
I blink a few times before I realize the truth of what she’s saying. “I’ve left her alone! Again!” I say jumping to my feet. “He just let me abandon her.” I explain as the anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach starts to bloom into full out panic.
“I’m sure we can get that solved by the end of the day, but only if you’re willing to rejoin the living as well.” Luna says looking up at me.
I look at the floor shaking my head. “I don’t have anything left Luna. He won’t keep to his deal if he isn’t getting what he wants out of it.”
I can’t see her expression but she stays quiet for a long time, until I look up to meet her eyes. “Do you really think the Dark Lord doesn’t want you anymore?” She asks more curious than anything.
“Why would he?” I ask her shaking my head. “Why would he want something so…” I couldn’t think of a bad enough word for the kind of filthy I felt.
“Do you really think you would still be here if he wasn’t planning to keep you?” She asks tilting her head. “Ginny if he didn’t still plan to use you, you would think he would have shipped you off to one of the camps, or put you in one of his dungeons.”
I shake my head and chew on my bottom lip. “No. I mean he doesn’t understand yet. But he’s obviously…” I shake my head a second time unable to explain how I knew he would throw me away once he knew the truth.
Think your Lord will even want you after this?
“I think maybe it’s time you talked to him.” She says setting her teacup down and frowning at the fact, I hadn’t touched mine.
I pull the robe more tightly around him before glancing to the still barren bed. “I’m not ready for that.” I tell her softly.
“On the contrary, I think you’re craving him. His absence is only hurting you more; the need for him is all around you.” She tells me like it’s something she can tangibly see.
I sit down and look at my empty plate. I pick up a sandwich without looking at her and start to pick it apart. I’m not hungry, but I need to do something with my hands.
“You know I love him.” I say so softly that I hope she doesn’t hear me.
“I know.” She answers in her own soft tone. “And right now I think you need that love, even if he can’t give it back to you. Please go see him Ginny, go now.” She presses.
“Now? Like this?” I ask in shock.
She smiles softly nodding. “Yes, exactly like that and tell him everything you don’t want to tell me.”
“I-I couldn’t” I say shaking my head and tossing bits of bread back on the table.
“You need to. I think at the very least you need to save Hermione.” She says the one thing that could actually get me out of the chair.
“Hermione…” I take in a deep breath and nod slowly. “I have to face him, for Hermione.”
“Yes.” She says and guides me to the door. “Do you want me to wait here?” She asks obviously wanting to be as supportive as she could.
“No, I’ll have Daphne if I need someone.” I tell her not wishing to keep her delayed any longer.
“Okay.” She says before kissing my cheek.
On the other side of the door was a very tired looking Draco. He blinks at me a few times then looks to Luna. “You really are magic.” He says to her before looking back to me. “How are you feeling my Lady?” He asks in a weary tone.
“I need to talk to the Dark Lord as soon as it’s possible.” I say sounding braver than I felt.
Draco blinks at me a few times, as Luna kisses my cheek again and heads off in her own direction.
“Are you ready for that?” He asks with concern.
“I hope. He needs to pay his end of the deal if he still wants to marry me.” I tell Draco, still feeling odd about getting into the specifics.
“Well, let’s go see if he’s between meetings.” He suggests before looking down at my robe. “Do you want to get dressed?” He asks a moment later.
“I’ll lose my nerve.” I tell him softly.
“You shouldn’t rush into anything.” Draco says with a frown.
“I need this.” I say feeling oddly better with the idea of seeing Tom so close.
“Okay.” He agrees after a moment and leads me down the hall to the Dark Lord’s office. In a clear and loud voice, he speaks to the guard outside. “Lady Ginevra Weasley to see the Dark Lord.” He was obviously trying to speak so that Tom could hear him, knowing the guard wouldn’t bother the Dark Lord if he were busy.
“Our Lord is in a meeting.” The man predictably says and I turn to head back to my room, both glad and hurt that I couldn’t see him right away.
“Send her in.” Tom’s cold voice comes as I hear the door open and Tracey rush past me out of the room. I have to wonder if he knew she was with the Dark Lord after all.
With a calming breath, I step into his office, unable to make myself look at him as I hear the door close behind me.
“Does this mean you’re feeling better?” He asks after a long silence.
“I guess. Luna visited me today, she forced me to think and move.” I tell him honestly. “Is there someplace I can sit?” I ask feeling like a naughty pupil in the Headmaster’s office.
“Where would you like to sit?” He asks in an interested tone and I look up to see his face is curious.
“Honestly?” I ask and he gives me a knowing smile. “Somewhere where you’ll put your arms around me.” I say unable to keep the shaking from my voice.
He looks at me with a puzzled expression. “Did you miss me my sweet?” He asks actually sounding shocked by the very idea.
I pull the robe more tightly around me and nod ever so slightly. I think I may start crying soon if this lasts much longer and he motions me to come sit in his lap. Not needing to be invited a second time I rush forward until his warmth and smell is surrounding me.
“I must admit, when your maid told me to stay away until you had recovered I had agreed with her, but now I’m not so sure my absence didn’t do more harm than good.” He says just holding me close with no further gesture of comfort.
“I must disgust you.” I say and the tears are coming freely now.
“I do despise crying.” He agrees making me stiffen in his arms.
“I’m sorry, I can’t stop.” I tell him as I try to dry my eyes, though he holds me firmly in place.
“At least you’re not making that awful wailing noise I hear from some women. He says as he runs fingers through my hair. “Did you only come to cry on me?” Tom asks without emotion.
“I’ve come to see if you still… Still want me?” I ask unable to look up at him again.
“Want you in what way?” He asks as if he’s never wanted me at all.
I lick my lips swallowing. “In all the ways I guess; marriage, sex, torture…” I think of all the things he’s done to me over time and how it never once made me feel the way I felt about the attack.
“Has my little lioness convinced herself that I don’t want her because another man has taken her?” He asks curiously.
“Men.” I correct for the second time that day. “There was four of them and they each took their turn.” I say feeling a bit dead inside.
His hand, which had been idly playing grasped my hair suddenly and turn it to face him. It was a move he’s done many times before but this was the first time it really scared me. “I see I’m going to have to start your training in pleasure from the very beginning.” He says almost to himself before looking me in the eyes. “Ginevra, you are going to tell me what you know of the men who attacked you.” He says in a tone that I always have a hard time denying.
“I can’t, you’ll kill them.” I say not wishing to betray old friends even more.
He laughs darkly and shakes his head. “I swear they will not die, no matter how much they beg for release. They will live to be old men in new and lasting levels of pain like no living thing has ever experienced in the entire history of the world.”
“That’s not better.” I tell him, but he only smiles.
“You will tell me Ginny.” He says very seriously. “Or I will go and get the information myself.”
“You’re going to make me relive it? Do you want to see what they did? Do you want to know exactly how dirty I am now?” I ask finding a voice where I didn’t know I had one left. “I’ll tell you everything but who they are.”
He looks as if he’s actually considering my words for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t need to know what happened with them. I know what damage was done and that is all I need to know.”
“Not enjoying my pain?” I ask suddenly making him smile.
“Ahh sweet lioness, I only enjoy the pain that I inflict myself.” He says before plunging into my mind.
Luna-
I think about how exactly I want to pass on what I’ve learned to Ronald. I know there are two key pieces of information he needs from my conversation with Ginny, but I’m not sure which is really more important. I Apparate to the front steps of my house without much thought and head inside.
“Luna!” Nicholas yells as soon as I step over the threshold. “Luna, I’ve caught an intruder! He’s seen me!”
A sudden panic hits me as I wonder if Nicholas would be yet another thing I was going to have to explain to Blaise. When I make it to the place Nic is keeping the intruder, I can’t help but let out a sigh of relief.
“I was hoping I would see you soon.” I tell the exasperated looking redhead. “Nic, he’s a friend.” I tell the older man.
“I was trying to tell him, but he wouldn’t listen.” Ronald says waving his hands frantically in Nic’s direction.
“What exactly does it say when the leader of the rebellion can be caught by a 671 year old man?” I ask a bit teasingly to both of them.
“Experience is better than youth.” Nic says grinning back. “And I’m not quite dead yet.”
“Six hundred?” Ron asks obviously thinking I’m a bit touched at the moment. “Ronald Weasley, Nicholas Flamel, Nic, this is Ron.”
“Nicholas Flamel? I thought you were dead?” Ron asks looking at the older man.
“I get that a lot. I thought you would be shorter.” Nic says looking Ron over before looking to me. “I think it’s time you called the other friend of yours, an idea has struck me that I would need to talk to him about.” Nic says before leaving me alone with Ron.
“Who is he talking about?” Ron asks still obviously thrown by the fact that Nic is my houseguest. “And why is it so bad that I’ve seen him?” He asks turning to me with a frown.
“Well Nic is kind of an escaped convict.” I say with a bright smile. “But we have other things we need to talk about.” I say quickly pushing that aside.
Before I can say anything else he has me pushed to the wall and is kissing me with such passion I forget for a moment the news I have for him. When his hand starts to sneak into my robe, I push back against him.
“Not that.” I say feeling breathless.
“I just missed you.” He says looking away.
“Hermione’s alive.” I blurt out in reaction to what just happened between us. There goes all my gentle planning.
Ronald frowns almost looking angry. “I saw them attack Luna, I saw the green light, and I saw her fall.” He says as if it makes what I said impossible.
“Ginny’s seen her. She’s been in the dungeons of Hogwarts for who knows how long.” I tell him frowning as a mix of emotions pass over his face. I see him go from not believing me to taking in the hard set of my own expression.
“It’s some kind of trick.” He says finally still trying to push the truth away.
“Ginny is marrying the Dark Lord to keep Hermione safe, which is how much she believes in this... trick.”
“She’s what?” He asks his eyes widening. “After what I did to her?” He asks angry again and forgetting I shouldn’t know about what he had done to his sister.
“What you did to her?” I ask my eyes narrowing as a vile thought runs through my head.
He looks at the ground as if he’s going to be sick. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Enlighten me.” I press angrily.
“No.” He says firmly shaking his head.
“Nothing to do with the fact she was brutally raped by four unknown men?” I ask unable to keep my own anger in check.
He looks even sicker at my words. “Brutally, by four?” He asks his mind latching onto the details he doesn’t think belong. “No... No she wasn’t.” He says shaking his head. “The extras were there just to take care of her guards.”
“You mean like your brother? Still stuck in the hospital wing from the beating he took as he tried to protect his sister?” I ask though I know it’s unfair. I’m piling my own guilt in this matter onto him.
“Luna, please…” He starts not really knowing what he wants, maybe for me to make it untrue. “I told him to be as gentle as he could, that he just needed to make it so she had been with another man.” He tells me in a pleading voice. “I picked him because they actually dated; I thought he would care…” He says his voice shaking as he drops to his knees.
I take in a slow breath and kneel in front of them. “I’m sorry.” I say knowing I was too hard on him. “Even though this was the worst way possible for it to be done, it will protect her and Harry in the end.”
“But he’s going to marry her now.” Ron shook his head. “Why does the rest matter?”
“Because we can save her and Harry.” I say carefully. “And Hermione all at once.” I tell him as I let him rest his head on my shoulder.
We stay like that for a long moment before he pulls back to look into my eyes. “Luna, how did you know about saving Harry?”
I blush and look at the ground unable to meet his eyes. “Nic and I are the ones that told Death how it could be done.” I say softly hoping he doesn’t read the soft lie in my words.
“You’re working with Death!” He looks at me with shock and anger. “I told you not to get near this Luna! It’s too dangerous!” He growls.
“Death doesn’t seem to have the same thoughts of what I’m, capable of.” I say fiercely. “And if it wasn’t for our work Harry would be destroyed!”
“So that is the other friend Flamel wants to talk to right? Well he can talk to me. You aren’t going near Death anymore.” Ron says firmly getting to his feet. “Where is he?”
“Death?” I ask as I stand a well.
“Flamel.” He says in a clipped voice.
“Library.” I answer and lead the way, wondering how this was going to end exactly.
When we enter the library, Nic is writing rapidly as if he’s trying to get the information out before he forgets it. Ronald stomps over to him and puts his hand on the scroll Nic is using.
“Tell me what you need and what you’re doing.” He says firmly.
Nic sits back in his chair and frowns as he takes Ron in. “I had a thought of how to give Harry’s soul a new body once we capture it.” He says seriously. “But there are three main ingredients to the potion that are very hard to come by.”
“What do we need?”
“Bone, flesh, and blood.” Was Nic’s simple answer. It seemed to mean something to Ron, but I couldn’t think of exactly what.
“You know how to make it?” Ron asks pulling his hand back. “It’s very dark magic.” He adds after a moment.
“Albus told me to look into it after his rise. I found how one could do it, and it’s very dark magic.” Flamel says and I’m now completely lost.
“What potion?” I ask not liking to be left out of the loop.
Ron looks at me with a deep frown, as if he wants me to leave the room so I’m not in on this part of the conversation.
“What potion Ronald?” I ask firmly.
“You know that Voldemort came back to the land of the living at the end of my fourth year? Harry did that interview about what happened in the graveyard.” He reminds me.
“Yes.” I say nodding slowly; it was for my father’s magazine after all.
“Well what he didn’t go into detail about was that Voldemort used this dark potion to remake his body. The three main ingredients are bone of the father, flesh of the servant, and blood of the enemy.” Ron explains.
“Will the Dark Lord’s blood even work?” I ask looking to Ron and Nic. “It isn’t actually his body.” I remind them.
“I think if the blood is taken after Harry’s soul is removed than it should work.” Nic says after a moment’s thought.
“Who’s going to be able to get close enough to him to the draw blood?” I ask what I feel is an obvious question.
The answer seems to hit us all at the same time, and I feel sick all over again.
Daphne-
It’s hard leaving Ginny alone, even if Luna is with her. I don’t know if I can really trust someone from my Lady’s past to help her make the best decisions. But of course, it couldn’t be helped. The Dark Lord insisted if I felt Bill and Charlie should be added to Ginny’s guard that I would have to go and collect them myself.
Armed with my wand and an amulet shaped like a Dark Mark I walk into the werewolf settlement where Bill and his family are supposed to be living. The Dark Lord gave me the amulet as a symbol that I’m on official Ministry business and should not be harmed.
The first place I head is the Alpha’s home. I would have liked to go my whole life never meeting Fenrir Greyback in person, but the only way I would be able to take one of his pack away from the settlement with me is by getting his permission. There’s also the fact I couldn’t say exactly where Bill’s home is, in this collection of cottages.
With a deep calming breath, I walk up the stairs of the biggest house in the settlement. The large sweeping porch looks run down and the door hangs half off its hinges. I’d go and ask someone where Greyback actually lived if I didn’t hear laughing coming from inside the house.
When I knock to get someone’s attention the laughing stops and it’s completely silent for a moment.
“See who it is girl.” An older man growls before I hear the shifting of bodies.
A tall willowy blonde comes to the door and looks at me for a moment before her eyes shift to the amulet. Her expression is unreadable but she steps out of my way.
I remember the radiant Fleur from her year spent at Hogwarts. How every boy in the school seemed to drool over her every word. In full womanhood, she’s no less striking, but she also has a weary and run down feel to her that takes away from that natural beauty.
“Who is it girl?” A man growls dangerously from inside.
“Ministry.” She says in a thick French accent before stepping out of my way.
“Send him in.” The man snaps and I step inside figuring that was the best invitation I was going to get.
Fleur leads me to a room where several men sit around on mistreated chairs and couches. There’s about ten in all and the largest sits above the rest.
I feel all their eyes on me as I step into the room and Greyback actually laughs. “Are you a new gift from the Dark Lord pretty?” He asks licking his lips as he obviously ogles my form.
“No Sir.” I say deciding it will be best to play respectful with this group. “I’ve been sent to collect two of your pack for official Ministry business.” I tell him working hard to keep my voice firm with the way they were all looking at me. I felt like lunch.
“Oh? Who does he want?” Greyback asks with a knowing grin. Only the Dark Lord has the power to ask for such favors from the pack and only he would ask.
“William and Fleur Weasley.” I say watching, as his face turns sour.
“The runt and his mate? What do you need them for?” He asks looking over my shoulder where I assume Fleur is.
“Ministry business.” I tell him firmly.
He actually laughs at my words looking back to me. “Oh you know I don’t have to give them up right? Yes, our Lord can ask, but he’s also given me the right to say no to such things. So here is the real question, how are you going to make it worth my while?”
“I have been authorized to pay you a sum as recompense for losing two of your pack.” I tell him pulling a purse from my side.
“Ah but she’s one of my bitches, are you going to replace that?” Greyback asks as he leers at me once again.
“She is Mr. Weasley’s mate.” I say looking back to Fleur who looks away from me in shame.
“The runt didn’t deserve such a pretty thing so I took it for myself.” He says making the rest of the men in the room laugh.
“That is unacceptable.” I say stepping forward as I think what Ginny gave up so that Fleur and Bill could be together. It had been her first real step towards giving up who she was.
“Who’s your mate little ministry witch?” He asks trying to intimidate me.
“I don’t need one.” I say not showing fear. “You will let me take them both away before I tell our Lord that you made him break a promise and jeopardized key plans with your games.”
“He has no right to tell me how to run my pack.” Greyback growls before striding over to me in a couple of quick steps. I try to back up but the man is too fast and has me by the neck before I can take more than a step or two.
“You can have the runt for twenty galleons but I’m keeping his mate. Unless you want to replace her?” He asks before letting his free hand grasp my breast.
I look up for a moment in complete fear as visions of what the Dark Lord did to me, plays through my head. Knowing that I’m dead if I let myself freeze I push past the fear and drawl my wand.
“I don’t think the Dark Lord is going to like your offer.” I tell him before pressing the tip of my wand to his Dark Mark in the way his servants used to call him back during the war. I don’t know if he’ll come, but I do know I won’t be able to leave without help.
A silence fills the air as everyone in the room realizes what I just did. Greyback growls menacingly and backhands me across the face dropping my neck.
The moment my knees hit the floor I feel the air in the room change and my heart speeds up as even the breathing in the room silences.
“Now this seems like fun. What exactly have I walked into?” The Dark Lord asks in a cool voice. “Why was I called?”
“Your bitch needed some discipline.” Greyback growls in a much lower tone than he was using a moment ago.
I feel the Dark Lord eyes on me so I straighten and look up to him. I see his eyes run over my form but in a much less lecherous way than Greyback’s had. He’s assessing me for damage I realize.
“This woman was under my protection Fenrir.” The Dark Lord says as he turns back to the werewolf. “Striking something under my protection is akin to striking me.”
“I didn’t mean that my Lord.” He says quickly with actual fear in his voice. “She was getting mouthy and wants to take away what’s mine.”
“I sent her to collect two Weasleys. Do you have some kind of important use for the boy?” The Dark Lord asks sounding actually interested.
The silence that follows tells me Fenrir isn’t sure about what I said a little while ago, but I am. “He’s taken Bill’s wife as a bed partner my Lord.” I say because no one else is answering.
“Crucio.” The Dark Lord cast the spell with anger in his tone.
To his credit, Greyback goes down without a word. Many scream under such spells but the werewolf only jerks on the floor.
“You don’t touch anyone I don’t give you express permission to touch. I sent the girl here to be back with her husband, not to be your plaything. You’ve made a liar of me and now there are consequences for that.” He tells the twitching form.
After a moment longer, he releases the werewolf from the spell before turning to the other men in the room. They all shift their eyes away from their Alpha unwilling to see the man in this state.
“Fenrir no longer has my protection.” He tells the room seriously. “But the Weasleys and this girl do. If I hear about this again there will be more suffering.” He says firmly before turning to me. “We will discuss your rights to summon me once you return to the castle.” He says before he disappears as silently as he arrived.
I feel a hand on my arm trying to pull me to my feet as the rest of the room stays in stunned silence.
“Miss we ‘ave to go.” Fleur says softly in my ear. “Before et starts.”
I let her pull me from the room before I turn to look at her. I’m not sure, when she left, but now she holds a small bundle in her arms. “Do you know where your husband is?” I ask still very unsure how this pack is organized.
“Basement, ‘e did not stand for what ze Alpha did.” She says showing me the way. “Zay took my wand.”
“Are you okay?” I ask as I glance to the baby in her arms. She’s already leading us towards the basement door.
“We will be.” She says firmly as we head down a set of dark stairs. “Bill?” She calls into the darkness. “Bill?” She asked calling again as I follow her down into the basement. She sounds much more frightened for him than she ever had for herself.
This time a groan answers her words and I hear a man shift in the corner. Both Fleur and I rush to the sound and I light my wand to see the damage. The tall redhead is working to sit up as he watches us approach.
“Who?” He asks in a pained voice as he looks at me.
“I’m Daphne the personal assistant to the Dark Lord’s consort.” I tell him seriously. “She wishes you to serve her as one of her guards.”
“No.” Bill says once he gets upright and leans back against the wall to rest from the exertion.
“Bill!” Fleur chastises. “Et will mean leaving ‘ere.”
“I’m not…” He starts shaking his head as he swallows the pain he’s in.
Looking him over with the better view, I see he’s been beaten similar to how I found George after Ginny’s attack. It seems Greyback has been using him as a punching bag. It isn’t surprising a Weasley couldn’t make a real life with this bunch.
“I’m not…” He groans again shaking his head.
With a sigh, I cast a few minor healing charms I’ve learned, though I know we’re still going to have to take him to a real healer.
He looks at me strangely, as the pain he’s feeling lightens with my spells. “You seem nice enough, but I’m not guarding Voldemort’s whore.” He says sounding more angry with the Dark Lord than Ginny.
“Why does et matter if et will keep us safe?” Fleur says looking to the child and sounding desperate.
“I serve a good Lady Mr. Weasley. Whatever issues you have with the Dark Lord, his consort needs protection and is worth protecting.” I tell him not sure, if explaining that it is Ginny would make him agree or outright refuse.
“Why me?” He asks still sounding pained though much better than before.
I sigh biting my lower lip. “Because she was recently attacked, and the only one of her guards that even noticed she was missing was your brother George.” I tell him making him frown in confusion.
“He’s already protecting her?” He asks and I can see how the idea of seeing his brother is enough to actually peak his interest.
“He has been for a few months now.” I tell him making him shake his head.
“Why would he do that?” Bill asks in confusion.
“Well he wasn’t given a choice. Do you wish to know why he hasn’t made trouble?” I ask and Bill nods. Glancing between the two, I purse my lips before answering. “Because of the identity of our Lord’s consort.”
Fleur still looks confused but I can see the realization in Bill’s eyes, as he knows the only woman any of his brothers would toe the Dark Lord’s line for.
“No.” He says for a whole new reason. “Please, not her. He doesn’t have her.” He says looking into my eyes pleadingly.
“Who?” Fleur asks not quite knowing her husband’s thoughts as I can read them. Maybe it’s because I know George better now.
“The Slytherin and Weasley houses will be joined in about three months’ time.” I tell him somehow being unable to just say Ginny’s name.
I see the muscles in his body twitch as he takes in this information. Before he can answer there’s a loud thump from upstairs and it sounds as if a fight has broken out.
“We need tu leave before zey come down ‘ere.” Fleur says “You want tu protect your sister I know zis.” She tells her husband firmly.
“Yes.” He agrees still frowning. “What’s going on up there?”
“Voldemort ‘as taken away Fenrir’s protection.” His wife says making Bill’s eyes widen.
“Can you Apparate us?” Bill asks suddenly in just as much of a rush to leave as his wife has been.
Once we’re settled into the hospital wing of Hogwarts I notice that Bill can’t take his eyes off his sleeping brother in the next bed. “What’s wrong with him?” He asks as a mediwitch checks over his injuries.
“Healers said he would wake today. When you have to heal so many bones at once it’s best to keep the patents asleep while they recover.” I tell him what I was told.
“Who?” He asks looking at me for the first time.
“As far as we can get, it was a group of rebels intent on harming my Lady.” I say still unable to call her name in front of the eldest Weasley.
Bill frowns at this looking very confused by the idea of what he would consider the good guys brutally attacking his family. “Is she okay?”
“She had a different kind of recovery after the attack. It’s why I was allowed to get your and Charlie to further her protection.”
“Where will we live?” Fleur suddenly asks her hand idly brushing her stomach as she held her child in the other arm.
“For now you’ll be staying in guest rooms, but a section of the castle is being turned into rooms for our Lady and her household. You’ll move there afterwards.” I glance at her hand then back up to the part Veela. “Fleur should a healer look at you as well?”
Ginny-
Tom’s invasion into my mind was painful on many levels. As he gathered the identities of my attackers, I felt as if I was betraying them all over again. What right did I have to turn them in? Then there was the fact as he looked into my memories I had to relive nearly every moment. Tom saw every detail, as I was made unclean and untouchable.
By the time he was done, I was crying again in his arms, unable to stop the waves of sobs that tore from me. Surprisingly he hadn’t reprimanded me for my tears, or even thrown me from his lap as he realized what a vile thing he was touching. He only sighed impatiently and lifted me to carry me back to my room.
With the bed still unmade, he sets me down on the sofa and moves some hair from my eyes. “I’ll wait for your lady to return.” He tells me before starting to lift my head in order to sit down.
When he hisses angrily, I shift away from him knowing what’s coming next, but not understanding why it took so long.
“It seems Fenrir needs my help.” He says angrily. “I will return.” He promises before I hear him strike from the room.
Exhausted from this new invasion into my mind I close my eyes. I don’t even have enough energy to move to the sheet-less bed and soon fall asleep on the sofa.
The first thing I feel is pain, something completely new strikes me across the face. When I open my eyes, I realize I’m hanging from the ceiling by my wrists and wonder why I hadn’t known this before.
“How dare you!” Tom screams in my face making me shrink away. “How dare you let them do that to you?! Do you know how much trouble it was to keep you pure for him?” He adds before striking me again.
It was in this moment I realize I’m dreaming and Riddle is finally going to get his say about the attack. I look up at his angered face and have to look away again.
“I’m sorry.” I whimper not really taking in his words. “I tried to stop them.”
“Not hard enough.” He says as he forced me to look into his eyes. “You could have attacked! You could have killed them. But you did nothing! Too concerned with their safety to protect yourself!”
“I lost my wand!” I whimper as he pushes me away and moves around me with an angry looking whip in his hand.
“Then you dared not to tell him who had violated his property!” Riddle hissed and I feel nothing good about the way he strikes my back with the whip. It seems to open a wound and tear the flesh. “We need revenge!”
“Please?” I whimper as he strikes me several more times making me scream in agony as he shreds my back.
“You’ve ruined everything! He isn’t going to want you anymore!” Riddle screams as he gives me lash after lash.
Just as suddenly as I had been tied to the ceiling and trapped in the dream, I was laying on the couch looking up into Riddle’s, no Tom’s, eyes.
“You woke me?” I ask still feeling the sting of the lashes Riddle was able to give.
“You aren't supposed to sleep without a dreamless potion.” He says as if I’d forgotten. “You are going to tell me what just happened.” Tom adds and there’s no room in his tone to talk back. “What were you dreaming of?”
“I was punishing myself.” I tell him as I wipe tears from my face. “For not being able to stop them, for letting that happen to myself. For ruining your plans for me.”
He pushes fingers back into my hair to grasp it, easily turning my head so I’m looking up into his eyes.
“That is not for you to punish.” He tells me firmly as if I’ve offended him by doing so.
“This part of me doesn’t agree it’s afraid that you won’t want me anymore.” I tell him seeing if I can tell him all about Riddle without really telling him about Riddle.
His frown grows at this as he studies me for a long time. “You’re still very key to my future plans Ginevra.” He says carefully. “I don’t like others touching or harming what belongs to me.” Tom adds with a growl, his hold on my hair tightening. “And I will punish you for letting them if you feel you need it.” He says as if that would be a favor he was granting me. “But I see no reason that this attack was your fault. I plan to punish those whose fault it is, not you.”
“Why are you being so kind?” I ask as Riddle’s words still bite at me.
Tom chuckles darkly and shakes his head. “Only you would think I was being kind lioness.” He says tightening his hold a little before letting go. “I have decided that you will choose your guard’s punishment for failure to protect you.”
“What?” I ask feeling confused. George already got a beating for trying to help, why would I want to punish him further for that.
“Theodore Nott was assigned to be by your side while we had so many guests in the castle. He didn’t notice when you left the gathering. He will be punished.”
I lick my lips, as I understand his meaning now. “I didn’t realize.” I say looking away from him.
“If I feel you’re soft on him I will have him taken to the middle of Diagon Alley where I’ll Imperius several mudblood slaves to reenact what was done to you in great detail. He will experience your pain over and over again until he begs for death.”
I swallow thickly as I nod my understanding. “Let me think about it at least?” I ask not wishing that upon anyone.
“Until you decide he will reside in the dungeons. Take your time.” He says almost warmly.
“Speaking of dungeons.” I say being reminded of Hermione. “The room for her is done.” I say motioning to it. “Or don’t you want to marry me anymore?” I ask a bit shyly. He wouldn’t have to live up to his end of the bargain if he didn’t want me like that anymore.
“No, your wedding date has to shift a little, but it is still in place.” He promises as he pets the side of my face. “I’ll have her sent up after I go. I was waiting for you to feel better.”
I lean into his touch and close my eyes. “Please don’t stay away anymore?” I ask realizing that if he knows the truth and still wants me, I don’t want to be separate from him.
“I won’t, but I think your training should be put on hold for a little while. We will wait until after you are completely mine.” He says sounding regretful.
I nod blushing slightly as I think about the pain that he loves to inflict on me. When did I start looking forward to it?
“I should go. I have a country to run after all.” He says standing and pulling away.
“Thank you Sir.” I say feeling better now that we spoke.
“No more sleeping without a potion.” He orders seriously.
“I’m sorry.” I say as if he was the only who had to deal with Riddle’s anger.
Once he was gone, I slowly sat up knowing that if I let myself lay I would more than likely fall asleep again. I was still trying to decide what to do to keep busy without anyone around when there was a loud banging on my door. If it wasn’t for the voices that followed soon after I might have ignored it.
With great effort, I got to my feet and headed for the door to see what the commotion was about.
When I open the door, a somewhat surreal sight greets me. Adrian is guarding and in a battle of wills as he stares down Rodolphus Lestrange.
“Let me in boy.” He says with a curl of his lip. “I told you I have a delivery.” He adds shaking a limp Hermione by her arm.
“What have you done to her?” I ask the moment I realize why he’s here.
“Lady?” Adrian asks, obviously surprised I’m even up.
“Minor sleeping curse, she’ll wake in an hour or so.” The older man sneered, the shift in his lip and body telling me he was not happy about having to answer to me.
“Adrian, bring her in.” I tell my guard before stepping out of the way. “Thank you for the delivery.” I tell the Death Eater. “You may go.”
Once Hermione is in Adrian’s arms, the older man stomped off muttering something to himself about not needing my permission. When I turn back to my guard, I see that he’s set Hermione on the couch and is looking at her oddly.
“Something wrong?” I ask rushing over to see if my friend was hurt anymore while I’d been distracted.
“This can’t be who I think it is.” He says after a long pause. “Because who I think it is; is dead.” He tells me as if I didn’t know the story.
“The Dark Lord was keeping her in secret.” I tell him as I kneel down by my friend to check her over.
“And now we’re keeping the mudblood?” He asks with his own sneer.
I look up at him with narrowed eyes. “And you think I would accept that kind of language because?” I ask a bit coldly.
He blushed slightly swallowing. “Sorry my Lady.” He says before bowing his head. “But I don’t feel right about leaving you alone with her, not after what they did to you.” He adds after a moment.
“Hermione has been stuck in a cell for the last few months she hasn’t done anything to me.” I tell him firmly. “I’m much more worried about what Rodolphus might try.” I remind him making Adrian nod in understanding.
“I’ll be just outside the door.” He says as if I’m going to face a live tiger.
The moment the door closes Hermione opens her eyes and I have to giggle as I realize the curse didn’t work nearly as long as the pompous Death Eater thought.
“What was he talking about?” She asks before I can say anything.
“What?” I ask getting to my feet now that I know she’s all right.
“The boy said he doesn’t feel right about leaving you alone with me, not after what they did to you.” She repeats his words, her mind always sharp.
“How long have you been awake?” I ask instead of actually answering her question.
“Since the brute shook me in the hall just outside your door. I thought I was going to lose it when you dismissed him as if he were a bug.” She says actually smiling at me.
I grimace at her sitting down on a chair as she sat up. “I’m an odd mix of things in this castle.” I tell her chewing on my lower lip in embarrassment for her seeing my ice queen persona I usually took on with the Death Eaters and Tom’s other servants.
“I was worried about you after you stopped showing up to see me. I thought maybe Voldemort hurt you…” She said frowning at me.
I took in a deep breath and shook my head. “No, I just lost track of what was going on for a few days.” I tell her not really wanting to go into detail. “And now that you’ll be living up here you can’t call him that.” I tell her before she can ask more. “When others are around you need to call him the Dark Lord or something like that.” I say with a grimace as I remember my first days in the castle.
Hermione frowns and looks me over. “Okay.” She says though I can see her mind working on a problem she sees. “Only if you tell me what happened that made you lose track of a week.” She says firmly and I know I can’t avoid it any longer.
“A small group of rebels found their way onto the castle grounds and attacked George and I.” I tell her as lightly as I can. “It’s overwhelming when you realize what side you're on.”
She frowned at this and shook her head. “They just attacked you? I mean they weren’t trying to stop some kind of... I don’t know…” She asks wondering at the idea of our old friends attacking someone for no reason.
“Maybe it was a plan to stop the auction, but it didn’t work. They just had it without me.” I tell her shaking my head. Wondering myself if that was their real plan.
“Auction?”
Luna-
I arrive back at the castle bright and early the next morning. I was sent a message that Ginny was feeling better and since no planning got done the day before, I was to come this morning to catch up.
When the guard opens Ginny’s door I can’t help but let my mood lighten at the sight of Hermione sitting at a small table eating breakfast. I force myself to wait until the door is closed to rush over to my friend and give her a crushing hug.
“We thought you were dead.” I say before realizing I may be hurting her and stepping back.
Hermione gives me a short little smile and looks back at Ginny. “I still feel very out of the loop. What are you doing here?” She asks looking at me.
“Wedding plans.” I say blushing a bit as it sounds silly after what she must have been through.
As my friend looks at me with obvious confusion, I take in her state of being. She shows signs of being beaten, but they all seem to be over a week old. Her face looks sunken and she’s obviously thin from lack of food. However, her colors tell a story of a woman who has been though a lot and has never broken.
“Luna is getting married in a few months’ time. Since she’s from one of the royal houses of England and her fiancé is of one of the houses of Italy, Tom wants to make an event of it.” Ginny explains.
Hermione narrows her eyes in thought and shakes her head. “Lovegood isn’t one of the royal houses.” She says as her academic thoughts take over. I really did miss that look on her face.
“My mother was the last Radcliff.” I tell her and see understanding come to her eyes.
“You know there are stories about the Radcliff house.” She says still focused on the knowledge she had to share. Before we have a chance to answer, she frowns. “Wait, who are you marrying? Are you… free?”
“Ginny told you about the blood purity act?” I ask and Hermione nods slowly. “I wasn’t charged with any crimes against the empire and I’ve been trying to appear a loyal citizen.” I tell her slightly embarrassed.
“Luna runs her father’s magazine now, but it’s full of Death Eater propaganda.” Ginny explains without judgment.
Hermione’s face-hardens at this, as she looks me over obviously waiting for more information.
With a deep breath, I start to explain. “I’m marrying Blaise Zabini. I offered to run the Quibbler because I didn’t want Death Eater hands on it, even if I have to write what they want. Blaise was my keeper, there to make sure I followed the rules.” I start unsure if she wants the full story or not.
“Do you want to marry him?” Hermione asks still frowning.
I frown myself as I give the question serious thought. “I’ve grown very attached to him over the time we’ve worked together. And I absolutely prefer him over the alternative.”
“Alternative?” Both my friends ask at once.
“I’ve gotten myself into trouble that I can’t really go into now.” I tell them shaking my head. “Blaise worked it out so to get out of the trouble I could marry him instead of a Death Eater.”
“How convenient.” Hermione says without emotion. “And I have to wonder, who petitioned the Ministry for you to gain your hereditary rights from your mother?” She asks seriously. “Not you I assume?”
I sigh and shake my head. “Blaise and Draco. They always planned to get me to marry one of them.” I tell her with a sigh. “I know this, but I think he cares about me in his way.”
“Why not run Luna?” She asks with a frown.
“Because I wouldn’t be able to do any good that way.” I tell her and glance over to Ginny.
“Ginny said there were rebels, you could join them.” Hermione presses.
I laugh at that and shake my head. “Ronald would never let that happen.” I say before realizing whom I’m talking to.
“Ron?” Hermione asks angrily. I can hear the worry and excitement in her voice. “You’ve spoken to him?”
I look down at my lap feeling guilty. I’m glad that she can’t see colors as I can or I would be completely given away.
Ginny clears her throat. “Luna has hidden him a few times.” She explains for me.
Hermione’s face brightens at that. “Then he’s doing okay?” She asks me eagerly.
“As far as I can tell he’s one of the leaders of the rebellion.” I tell her looking up into her eyes. “He doesn’t like to tell me much, but he’s offered to steal me away and hide me several times.” I say frowning.
“So he won’t let you help.” Hermione says in understanding. “Even though you’ve positioned yourself in a place that could be very good at getting and relaying information?” She asks in a rueful voice.
“When he lost you and Ginny was being held here, I think his protective instincts went into overdrive on me. I was someone he could keep safe.” I tell her and I can feel my face start to warm with blood. “I think it’s only fair to tell you Ronald and I have been intimate.” I say unable to look at her.
There’s a silence in the room for a long time before I was brave enough to look up at my friends. Ginny is looking at me with understanding while Hermione’s expression is thoughtful.
“He thought I was dead.” She says softly after a moment. “Just tell me how long it took him to move on?” She asks sounding a little hurt.
“He hasn’t.” I tell her firmly. “And we only took that step very recently. We are never going to be together again. When I told him you were alive…” I start before Ginny cuts in.
“You saw him last night?” She asks taking my hand.
“We yelled a lot at each other last night.” I correct with a frown. “I was so mad at him after I saw you yesterday.” I tell Ginny softly.
There was a silence in the room as the two Gryffindors realized for the first time that maybe Ronald had something to do with what happened to his sister.
“Was he well?” Ginny asks obviously not wishing to follow that line of thought.
“He was healthy.” I say knowing that wasn’t a full answer. I turn to Hermione then deciding to give her just the right clue for at least her to understand why they attacked Ginny. “I know it’s selfish, but I can’t help but be glad I was with Ron at least once.” I tell her before looking at my knees. “He’s so kind, and if I hadn’t been with anyone but my future husband the Dark Lord would have forced me into a much more binding wedding rite.”
Hermione nods distractedly and I’m not sure if she was really listening to me, but it isn’t as if I can say it again in normal conversation. After that, Ginny and I got down to the business of the upcoming wedding. Neither of us were as excited as two girls planning a wedding are expected to be. Hermione spent the time deep in her own thoughts, ignoring us completely.
Daphne-
After getting Bill and Fleur are settled, I left them to go collect my other new charge. I was pretty sure this wouldn’t be nearly as hard as the first, though I was still cautious that I’d have to convince this Weasley to help.
As I walk across the training camp towards the administrative office, I get the feeling that many of the eyes are on me. Glancing around something about the men training strikes me for the first time. There are no women here.
Though there used to be plenty of female Aurors and other Ministry workers, now any job that involves risking one’s self is most restricted to us. I have to wonder then if they’re going sexiest, thinking women couldn’t do these jobs, or practical, wishing to keep women safe in order to further the wizarding race.
When I make it to the building and step inside, I find two men working behind desks and wonder if any of them have even seen a woman in the last several months.
“I’m here to see Mr. Rowle.” I explain to the room, though neither man has looked up at me since I entered.
“Do you have an appointment?” One of them asks without looking up.
“No, but...” I start to explain before the other cuts me off.
“Then he’s busy.” He says dismissively.
“I am here...” I start before the first one cuts me off.
“Busy.” He snaps glancing up at me and blinking a few times, as he takes me in.
I had fixed myself after having to deal with werewolves and grimy basements. I wore robes that hugged my form and my hair fell in graceful waves down my back. Even if they had seen a woman in the last few months, I could tell by his expression they hadn’t seen one like me.
“I am here…” I start again before the second cuts me off.
“We don’t care. Make an appointment.” He says continuing his work until his co-worker clears his throat.
The man finally stops working to look up at me and his eyes run over my form for a moment.
“I’d like an appointment right now.” I tell him in a sweet voice.
“I think that could be arranged with some... motivation.” He says smirking to his friend.
Seeing as the second one was obviously the senior of the two I strode up to him slowly, letting him watch as my curves moved gracefully. “You need motivation? I ask before leaning down over his desk, which gave him a nice view down my button up shirt.
He only nodded, not taking his eyes off my breasts.
“Well I think we can do that.” I tell him in a smoldering voice. His smile grew and I thought he was about to say something else when I decided to interrupt him. “I’m here on official business for the Dark Lord himself. Is that motivating enough for you?” I ask before standing up to take away his view.
His eyes widened at me and he nodded quickly. “Tough to get Mr. Rowle.” He says motioning for his friend to move quickly.
With their boss on his way, I give him a cold smile before finding a seat against the wall to wait.
“We get a lot of people wanting to see loved ones.” He says obviously hoping to erase his rudeness from before.
“I see.” I tell him without emotion. I won’t let him off for his rudeness; it would make me look weak.
A few minutes later a rather large muscled man enters the small office. With his height and bulk, he seems a bit comical in the now small seeming outer office.
“What’s this about?” He snaps angrily at his subordinate.
“The lady says she has business from the Dark Lord, Sir.” The man says motioning to me.
Rowle turns to look at me for the first time so I decide to stand and give him a pleasant smile. “What kind of business would the Dark Lord send his whore here for?” He asks me with a sneer. “Are you a present for the men because I don’t think they deserve it.”
I try my hardest not to blush at the words. “I’m here to collect Mr. Charlie Weasley.” I tell him as firmly as I can.
“The Dark Lord doesn’t swing that way.” He says just as firmly, keeping on the sexual line of thinking.
“I’m no longer the Dark Lord’s Mistress.” I tell him seeing as he wasn’t up to date on that. “I’m here as a representative of his consort’s household.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Already got tired of you?” He asks thinking that my position was lost since I stopped being the Dark Lord’s personal victim.
“That is none of your concern. Now where is Charlie Weasley?” I ask straightening my back.
“The little blood traitor is in the brig where he belongs. When are you going to send me back the other one?” He asks with a sneer.
What was it about the Weasley boys and ending up in some kind of cell? “That is no concern of yours. What is of concern to you is that the Dark Lord wishes me to escort Mr. Weasley back to Hogwarts.”
“Gibson, take the nice whore to the brig.” Rowle orders before heading further into his own office.
The man I’d flirted with gets to his feet and grins at me. Knowing my history and the way his boss talked to me seems to have helped him get over his earlier embarrassment.
When we were a few steps out of the building, he chuckles next to me before asking. “So how much do you run anyway? The status of fucking the same woman as the Dark Lord seems priceless.”
“I’m not actually a whore.” I tell him with a roll of my eyes. I wasn’t about to explain the difference between a whore and a Mistress to the obvious gutter trash.
He just chuckles leading me to another building set up on the grounds. The one looks much more stable with bars on all the windows. Two black cloaked figures stand guard in front of it.
Gibson leads me right past them without saying a word so I assume he visits the brig a lot. Inside the building is broken up into two large cells with a path between them. There are about three men in the cell on the left side and a good fifteen in the one on the right.
Seeing my confusion on why it’s broken up this way Gibson laughs. “Minor infractions.” He says pointing to the left. “Blood traitors.” He adds pointing right.
“Ah, so any man deemed a blood traitor gets no training?” I ask looking in the cell for any spot of red hair.
“Only if they learn their lesson.” He says grabbing my arm suddenly. With a quick shove, he pushes me into the cell with the traitors and locks the door behind me.
Why must stupid men make even the simplest task so much more difficult?
“What do you think you're doing?” I ask feeling maybe he just thinks this is funny.
“Expelliarmus.” He replies making my wand fly into his hand. “My orders were to take you to the brig. Enjoy your time; I’m sure some of these men will love to experience the Dark Lord’s whore.” He says loud enough for the group behind me to hear.
“You and your boss are going to be in so much trouble when the Dark Lord finds out about this.”
“If the Dark Lord actually wanted one of our recruits he would have sent a request form.” He says knowingly.
“You idiot!” I growl taking the form out of my robe pocket. “All you needed to do was ask.” I say shoving it at him.
He took the page looking down at the Dark Lord’s seal and letting his eyes widen. “Crap.” He says moving to unlock the cell when one of the prisoners grabs me to pull me back away from the door.
A rough hand goes over my mouth and I freeze as I realize the dangerous situation this imbecile has put me in.
“You’re going to let us go, or we take you up on the offer you made a moment ago.” A dark voice says near my ear.
I can’t help the whimper that leaves my lips before I realize how much I’m shaking in the unknown man’s arms.
“Weasley let her go.” Gibson says firmly. “You know I can’t do that.”
“Then get Rowle so he can watch.” The man tightens his hold when Gibson runs for the door to explain the shit they just got themselves into.
I sniffle trying to think of anything I can do to stop this and wish the imbecile hadn’t disarmed me. I don’t really know how one defends one’s self without magic.
Once Gibson is gone I feel a third hand grab my breast. “Weasley let me hold her for a minute.” A man asks when I’m jerked away from the hand.
I realize then what both men just called my captor and relief floods me for a ridiculous reason. A Weasley would never actually make good on such a threat, would they? Pulling my mouth away from his hand, I try to speak.
“I’m here to collect you.” I say not looking back at him. “You’re needed at the castle.”
The man behind me chuckles and swings me into a wall so that he can keep me pinned and look into my eyes at the same time. He looks healthier than his brother had, but there’s coldness in his eyes that Bill hadn’t shown.
“My brother was collected a few months back. Already tired of him? His screams not amusing enough for the Dark Bastard?”
I swallow and shake my head. “He’s serving as a guard and that’s what you’re needed for.” I tell him and he laughs humorously.
“Why would the Bastard want blood traitor guards?” He asks with a sneer.
“For his consort. She was brutally attacked recently. George did his best to protect her but he was out numbered. Because of that the Dark Lord wants her to have more Weasley guards.”
“You’re lying. George would never work for the Bastard.” He says spitting in my face.
“He is working for the Dark Lord’s consort. She is a good woman and is trying to help the people when she can.” I tell him while he shakes his head.
“Let her go Weasley.” Comes Rowle’s firm voice. “Or are you already so eager for our weekly quality time?”
“Is she telling the truth?” Charlie snaps not taking his eyes off me.
“She’s here to collect you for guard service at the castle.” Rowle answers coldly. “Or would you rather stay here?”
I note now that as I look past Charlie I see the other prisoners have already been subdued. I think if Charlie has to be taken in the same way he wouldn’t be permitted near Ginny.
“Look.” I say taking a slow breath to calm my nerves. I’m very aware of what Charlie could do to me, but I have some trust that someone from his family wouldn’t harm a defenseless woman. “You need to come with me please. She needs you.” I tell him seeing no change in his cold eyes.
“You know what I need?” Charlie asks as his face moves very close to mine. “I need my family back. If I agree to protect whatever little Slytherin the Dark Bastard has deemed worthy of his bed, I get to spend time with all living members of my family.” He says firmly, seeing that he has something I want.
“I can guarantee everyone but Ronald and your father. Ron is free and I have no way of getting you into Azkaban.”
“No deals. You will obey.” Came Rowle’s firm protest.
“If you make one move towards us I’ll make sure the Dark Lord finds out how well you followed his orders.” I say firmly, though I was planning to do it either way. This idea of keeping the blood traitors trapped in here seemed like a useless waste and it needs to change anyway.
“Who else is left?” Charlie asks ignoring the short exchange. His eyes were eager for the information. I really couldn’t understand the strong family tie these people had, but I was thankful for it.
“George you know. There is also Bill, Fleur, Victoire, and Ginny.” I say knowing I had padded the list and they had lost many in the final battle.
He frowns at me nodding slowly. “Victoire is Bill’s?” He asks figuring the count for himself.
“Yes, he will be working with you. He’s already agreed.” I tell him trying to make it all seem like a good thing.
“Ginny and Fleur guard too?” He asks and I think he was confused on how easily I was giving him what he wanted now.
“Women can’t be guards.” I tell him and he actually snorts in laughter.
“That’s your problem. If my sister would have been guarding your little Slytherin you wouldn’t need the rest of us.” He says almost lightly as he lets me go.
“Your sister can’t guard herself.” Rowle says smugly enjoying the fact; he was able to throw one last blow at his ex-prisoner.
Charlie froze in place for a moment as he looks into Rowle’s eyes, maybe looking for truth or deception in them.
“From what I hear she’s been enjoying her position under our Lord for some time now.”
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