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Broken by the Dark Lord	By : Kanashii Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 6067 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�� Because Miranda had
never went to a formal wizarding school she could do only the most basic of
random magic, much like any young wizard toddler, occasionally some magic would
erupt from her on her own, but she had no control over that and if anything had
learned to repress such things in case she was discovered. Her father and
mother had told her that her uncle Furio (her father�s brother) was a wizard
and a few times he had worked with young Miranda to try and teach her some very
basic spells, and self control. Even allowed her to use his wand on occasion,
but Italy was not the magical center that Britain or France was and there were
no large wizarding communities here in Italy. Miranda had been proud and happy
with her uncle�s gentle teachings when he could (he himself had gone to the
Beauxbaton Academy in France nearly 10 years ago). Her Uncle had been a
strikingly handsome and gentle man with longish dark hair he kept tied in a
neatly tied ponytail, and after graduating the Wizarding school had worked as
an undercover operative of the Italian Organized Crime Commission with her
father to bring down Don Bruno Cardello and his criminal organization. It was
Furio who had told her one day while they had been practicing basic spells near
the rural areas of Mt. Etna, that Miranda did have a great gift. �You are an
animagus, as am I.� he spoke to her in their native tongue of Italian, �But it
took me years to learn to take the form of my creature, much training I had to
do. Yours�� he smiled a warm smile, �Yours seemed to come naturally, eh?�

� �What is your form
Uncle Furio?� she has asked him excitedly. She did indeed love her uncle and he
was the only teacher she had right now.

� He chuckled for a
moment. �A falcon, eh? A dark grey falcon.�

� �Please?� she asked
the unspoken question, hoping he would show her.

� Furio glanced
quickly around to make sure they were not being inadvertently seen, �Ok, but
you too.� His smile was warm and infectious.

� ��His handsome form took on the sleek, elegant
form of a small peregrine falcon and she concentrated hard, imagining the wind
whistling through her mane as her feet galloped against the hard ground beneath
her and she to transformed into her form. Together the sleek white Arabian mare
and falcon regarded each other a moment, and then her uncle launched himself
upon the wind and began flying up the slopes of Mt. Etna. Instantly she felt
her powerful haunches tighten up as she galloped after him, together they
soared, he flying at times right next to her head and she cantering or
galloping up and down the slopes of the famous Sicilian mountain.

�� It had been one of the best days of her life
at age 15, a splendid day with her beloved Uncle and Teacher. But sadly the
very next day he would be killed by the Cardello Crime Family. His car
exploding violently as he turned it on. There had been a bomb attached to the
starter of it. Very little had been found of his corpse and her father had been
inconsolable for over a year, blaming himself. It only made her father clamp
down harder on his wife and daughters safety and definitely forbid her from
attending either Beauxbaton�s or Hogwarts. Furio�s loss had been an aching hole
in her own heart and soul, because not only had she lost her beloved uncle but
she had lost the only teacher and mentor in the world of magic she had ever
had.

�� Today however she
was on a mission to the local bakery to pick up some fresh bread and cheese for
her mother for their dinner tonight. Like most Italian women she was used to
the catcalls and sexual teasing of the local single men, and so she just tuned
it out of her head and walked with a graceful and purposeful stride to the
bakery. It wasn�t until she got near the alleyway of the local bakery that
every hair on the back of her neck raised in alarm. She stopped and hesitated a
moment and that was her mistake.

�� She suddenly felt
several pairs of strong arms grab her and drag her down into the small dark
alley. She went to scream but a gloved hand was clamped rudely over her nose
and mouth cutting off her air. �Knock her out! Knock her out!!� she heard a few
men growling in Sicilian to one another. Instinct was taking over and she
thrashed and kicked, but she was no match for these goons, and she was no
trained wizard. Her mind was in a total panic and for the briefest of instances
she felt the men who had grabbed her yelp in pain as though she had suddenly
been to slippery and painful to hold onto, but they again got the upper hand. A
part of her mind desperately thought maybe if she could transform into her
equine form she could throw them off, kick them and run away, but already she
could feel someone jabbing her arm with a syringe and a cruel darkness began to
descend on her.

�� MacNair and Severus
Snape walked idly around Don Bruno Cardello�s darkened and run down office.

� �So?� Severus looked
around a bit disdainfully at the muggle surroundings a slight sneer to his lip.
�You said you had the Prosecutor�s daughter alive? Where is she?� he had used a
simple spell to allow him to converse in fluent Italian.

�� Soon, soon.� Don
Cardello raised his hands, he was used to being the top dog, the boss of his
men, but these two weird strangers unnerved him to no end. �I just want to make
sure I get payment from your boss, as was promised.� He tried to put conviction
into his words, but it was hard.

� �Oh, you will get
payment that is for sure,� Snape glared at him over his hooked nose a moment,
�But first we need to see that the merchandise is exactly what was promised.�

�� Don Bruno gulped a
moment but motioned to one of his men to bring out the unconscious form of
Miranda Vitale.

� They dumped her
unceremoniously on a small couch as her head flopped to one side, her eyes
rolled back into her skull, still deeply under the influence of the drug they
had knocked her out with.

�� MacNair chuckled a
dark laugh. �I like �em unconscious.� He rubbed his hands together lewdly a moment.

�� Enough, Walden.�
Severus moved smoothly to the unconscious form and discreetly pulled out his
wand, so the Cardello�s men could not see and pointed it at her. �Legilimens� he softly said. After a
moment or two one of his eyebrows quirked up, but no other expression crossed
his face. �Yes, fine. This will do.� He simply said.

� �So, do we get our
payment or what?!� Don Bruno asked getting impatient. Around him two of his
bodyguards pulled out guns.

� �This is how you
greet emissaries from the Dark Lord who have been helping you for nearly 2
years?� Snape suddenly jeered darkly at the Don. �Was it not helpers from the
Dark Lord that had helped you be able to destroy Furio Vitale who was close to
catching you? Was it not emissaries from Lord Voldemort who helped you join
forces with the Camorra in Naples and end a long standing blood war?� Snape�s
eyes grew dark and angered.

� The Don gulped
loudly now and a thin line of sweat ran down his pudgy face. �I-I, meant no
disrespect to the Dark Lord, eh?� he tried to placate the two men in dark
robes. He had no idea just how dangerous these two men were,
none of them did. They were merely Muggles and had no idea what the powerful
Deatheaters could do.

� �Oh yes, Don Bruno
Cardello.� Snape now leaned down on the Don�s desk, his dark eyes boring into
the small, heavy set man. �I think it is indeed time for your payment.�

Before any of Cardello�s men could even blink, both MacNair
and Snape had hit the two armed bodyguards with a �stupify� spell, rendering them unconscious.

� In front of them Don
Bruno nearly squeaked with terror seeing his guards so easily taken down, but
worse was seeing Severus Snape�s face glaring down at him, a wand pointed right
between the terrified Don�s eyes. �Obliviate�
Severus casually said as he fired off the spell on the Crime Lord.

� �I will modify
Bruno�s memories, and you start with the two henchmen.� Snape coolly ordered.
�And remember MacNair,� he glared at the smaller Deatheater, �Modify ONLY their
memories of this encounter, we do have our instructions that we want this group
to continue good relations with the Dark Lord. We just don�t want them to have
any memory of us.�

�� MacNair nodded once
and then crouched over the first of the fallen goons, his wand and incantations
working to alter the man�s memories. Snape did the same work on Don Bruno,
simply erasing the encounter of him and MacNair being here, and any use of
magic he saw, but leaving every thing else in place. After he was done he
dropped a sack of gold ingots and diamonds on the desk for when the Don woke
up. It would be his payment for his kidnapping of the Prosecutor�s daughter,
but he would think the payment had been sent via a disguised courier instead of
two intimidating wizards.

�Now, get the girl and let�s be out of here.� Snape ordered
MacNair cast his eyes around warily. He didn�t think much of Italy and
preferred his own homeland of Britain.

There were two loud CRACKS! as Snape and MacNair carrying
the unconscious victim disapparated out of the dingy office of the Crime Lord.
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