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A Beautiful Lie	By : djackgirl Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2308 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two: Recruitment Part II

Genevieve sat on the log as she watched the fire burn brightly in its circle. It was spelled to burn longer than it naturally should which made her quite curious as to the abilities of the snatchers in regards to magic. They were not generally regarded as being very bright by a few who had managed to elude them previously and told the tales as though they were Great War stories. Maybe they had crossed a different unit of snatchers.

Scabior was known to the wizarding world quite well and by what she could remember from when she'd been reading up on the realm's most dangerous and caught of witches and wizards he had been near the top of the list meaning he wasn't exactly the type of wizard you'd want to run into in some small alley, in the middle of the night and have take you in.

Glancing over her shoulder to where his tent was, Genevieve went to reach for her wand only to remember how he had confiscated it from her. Inwardly she hoped that tomorrow would go in her favour of good fortune and she wouldn't be caught out by them.

Yaxley. The name sent a shiver down her spine. Ares Yaxley, head for Magical Law Enforcement and in charge of the snatchers. Even if Scabior wanted Quinn in his pack, Yaxley was the final voice on the decision and that was what scared her. She was never going to pull this off and it made her groan in annoyance as she buried her head into her hands, fisting handfuls of her hair as she tried to think of a way to escape.

Her shoulder still ached, but the pain had subsided greatly since Scabior had set it back in place and her nose hurt whenever she breathed through it; even when using magic to heal injuries it still was not instantaneous.

A growl in her ear startled her and she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming as she spun round on the log to come face to face with Fernir. "Yer startle quite easily boy," he remarked as he moved to sit on the log beside her and Genevieve almost trembled as she gave him a sideways glance and found that even sitting beside him she was dwarfed greatly in comparison.

She turned her attention back to the fire and sat in silence beside the ma– werewolf. Genevieve felt like a right fool that the werewolf's name had not popped into mind the second she'd seen him back in the alley even with her eye sight half gone at the time. His face had been littered throughout the streets on wanted posters weeks ago but since the Ministry had fallen – and the Minister had been replaced upon his untimely death by Pius – those posters had been taken down and replaced with the undesirable posters of Harry Potter and those connected to him.

"Yer not much of a talker are yer?" he grunted out.

She shook her head a little. In truth, if it were with the right person, Genevieve could stutter her way through a conversation or at least attempt to. He was not that type of person. She had tried since she was little to get rid of the stutter but she had progressed very little in actuality.

"Uh – whe – where do – I – I sle – sleep?" She had tried to make her voice sound a little deeper so as it wouldn't seem strange that she had such a soft voice for a boy. By the look on Fernir's face, she knew fooling him was going to be mighty hard.

She had her back to the corner and was huddled up beneath the blanket that Scabior had given her. The snores from the bed in the room made her raise an eyebrow. Men were such noisy sleepers. She rolled over and heard him jerk awake and could see the wall turn a soft blue hue as his wand lit up.

Genevieve wanted so badly to sneak away and apparate to safety but she didn't even know where would be consider safe now and there was always the off chance that leaving would have her name, her brother's name, added to their list. She was only a half-blood and whilst not a top priority like Potter, Granger and the others might have been, she wasn't a supporter of the Dark Lord and had been an Auror in training under the old Ministry. Now, she was stuck with the New Ministries rag tag bunch of bounty hunters.

She didn't think she'd be able to hunt down those like her and hand them over. Genevieve knew the difference between right and wrong, knew that sticking to the snatchers meant she'd end up being regarded as a traitor to those who were fighting the Dark Lord's uprising. She wasn't one but if she stayed willingly then what else could she be seen as. And then there was the added point that she was a girl and not a boy as they thought her to be. She knew one way or another Scabior would find out that she was a girl, he wasn't that stupid, she only hoped that he found out later rather than sooner.

You are a survivor, and that is what you have to keep telling yourself otherwise they'll catch you out easily she told herself.

"Yer thinking pretty loud there kid." Genevieve glanced round and found Scabior sitting on the edge of his bed, sans his jacket, shirt, belt and boots, those plaid pants still on. On any other person they probably would have looked ridiculous and seemed extremely out of place but on him they suited him well actually.

"Sor – Sorry," she stammered out and laid her head back down, wondering what he was on about. She surely hadn't been voicing her thoughts aloud. Her heart began to race.

"Wot's got yer up at this hour?" he inquired and it dawned on her that it had just been his way of saying that she was still awake when she should be asleep.

"A – A lot," she answered with a shrug, not glancing back round at him and not moving.

"Well stop yer ponderin' for the night an' get to bed, that healin' will only work properly if yer rest." She heard him move and a few minutes later heard his light snores that told her he was already back to sleep.

He wasn't a deep sleeper; she guessed by the way he shifted very little in his slumber, even if it sounded as though he were. She wanted to retrieve her wand from the bookcase beside the bed where he had placed it after he'd finished cleaning her up earlier however she knew the moment she moved again he was likely to wake up and catch her.

He hadn't harmed her thus far, maybe staying the night wouldn't be so bad, or at least spending what was left of it sleeping soundly in a semi-safe place.

Come morning she could always find a way to leave and at least with some sleep, she would have a bit more strength.

Scabior would've kicked Quinn awake had the boy not been sleeping so soundly when he woke up before dawn. He decided to let the kid rest while he could and wake him up once the rest of his men had left. They were already anxious to go out and start snatching as is and he knew they'd just cause trouble if he kept them in camp longer.

Glancing down at Quinn as he slept, Scabior quirked an eyebrow at how oddly pretty the boy was even with the freckles covering his cheeks and nose in a light spray. It almost didn't look right on the boy – as though his features were too feminine, even for a boy in clearly his late teens to early twenties.

Scabior shook his head at his train of thought, thinking himself to be going crazy and pulled the small book from his pocket to go over the list of names. There was a Strougler on the list – two in fact and both were women; Genevieve and Gwendolyn.

He wondered if the kid was a relation and knew where the pair might be hiding out. The two had marks to the names stating that they were on mid-priority. He looked at the previous occupations of the two; Genevieve had been an Auror in training and Gwendolyn was a teacher at a muggle school.

Not very dangerous in his opinion really but seeing that one was a Mudblood and they were most likely mother and daughter he could understand why the Ministry would want them for questioning. An Auror in training probably had contact with the uprising too against the Dark Lord before going into hiding which explained why they'd want her for questioning. The right potion, spell or torture would get the girl talking pretty quickly if he was the one doing the interrogating.

He shut the book and headed outside. Fernir met him halfway to the logs. "Gents I'm sendin' ya on the search on yer own," he stated to the nine men all looking at him expectantly.

"Wot 'bout yer an' the kid, boss?" Beasley inquired, running a hand over his braided head.

"We got business at the Ministry to 'tend too," he replied, not divulging them in any more detail than necessary. "Until then, Fernir is boss."

Beasley nodded in return, knowing not to query Scabior's decisions and after he'd handed the book of undesirables to Fernir, they all apparated leaving the camp empty and he glanced round at his tent deciding it was time for the kid to get up so they could get to the Ministry quickly and be out of there just as quick. He didn't fancy an encounter with Umbridge today.

She was the equally psychopathic however decked in pink version of Bellatrix Lestrange to him. He preferred not to deal with crazy women such as those two as much as possible. Umbridge could throw him back into Azkaban at the snap of her fingers and Bellatrix would probably kill him if she could.

He was quite happy alive and staying out of Azkaban for now. Nearly fifteen years in the place had not exactly been his ideal holiday.

Genevieve had been enjoying the sleep she was having – that was until she was shaken awake. "Get up, yer got five minutes an' we're leavin'."

She jerked upright and reached for her wand but all of last night came rushing back so fast it made her head spin a little. She remembered that her wand was currently not on her person and Genevieve looked up to find Scabior standing over her.

She pushed the blanket aside and got up, albeit a little slowly due to being sore and stiff from her injuries and the healing process.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hands as she yawned, Genevieve caught Scabior looking at her curiously as though he was studying her and felt a little unnerved by the gaze and quickly cleared her throat.

"Uh – can I – have – my – my wand?" she inquired holding her hand out.

He clucked his tongue and chuckled. "Rule was; ministry first an' then yer can have it back – on the condition Yaxley clears yer o' course," he replied, wagging a finger at her as he grinned and without warning grabbed her jacket shoulder.

She stumbled slightly as they apparated into the Ministry and she caught sight of snatcher guards patrolling as she glanced round. It put her on edge. Scabior let go of her jacket and told her to follow him as he headed across the main lobby of the Ministry.

Genevieve decided to stick in close to him and looked around at all the more professional witches and wizards they passed by without thought, some even moved quickly out of Scabior's path. She should've been here or at least in employment with the Ministry as an Auror by now if it weren't for the Dark Lord.

Of course, when he had been resurrected, she had abandoned her job, as had four other Aurors, knowing their blood statuses would have them locked in shackles the moment the Ministry fell to those loyal to him and as she looked at the Ministry Pillar, she didn't fail to notice the muggle figures near the bottom of it in their rightful place.

Scabior lead her through a large open doorway on the left side of the main lobby and towards the lifts.

He stood patiently before the lift, waiting for it to open and glanced round. He could see the terrified looks of those around him and almost chuckled at how easily his reputation had grown in only a few short weeks since the Ministries fall and his freedom from Azkaban.

The lift opened and Scabior went to step inside only to have none other than Dolores Umbridge step out before him.

For Merlin's sake!

He resisted the temptation to roll his eyes and smiled at the woman all clad in pink. "Ah, Scabior, what lovely timing you have, I was just asking Yaxley when you might be reporting in," she said in an overly chipper voice, that belied the dark and true cunning nature of the woman.

He nodded his head. "Yer I have some business with Yaxley, ma'am," he remarked, picking up the woman's hand and kissing the back of it as he stepped round her and entered the lift.

Quinn quickly followed him and he saw Umbridge raise one delicate eyebrow in questioning. "Well when you are finished with Yaxley, I would like to see you in my office," she said as the lift door shut.

Scabior inclined his head, smile still plastered on his face as he reached up to grab hold of the strap above his head. "Of course," he told her in as smooth of a tone as he could muster.

The lift jerked suddenly and Quinn fell forward before reaching up to grab the strap over his head and Scabior, now out of sight of the painful woman, groaned while rubbing his jaw. "I swear if I have to smile that long ever again in her presence, I will get lock jaw," he complained quietly before glancing at the kid beside him and noticing the confused look on his face. "How old are yer kid?"

"Nine- Nineteen."

He nodded in the direction of the lift door as he spoke: "Then yer still would've been in school when she was appointed the Headmistress right?" Quinn nodded. "Well then I don't 'eally have to 'xplain her to yer."

Quinn shook his head in reply and Scabior chuckled. "'Tween yer an' me personally I could never understand her with the cats and all that – that pink," he stated, chuckling as Quinn pulled a face at the remark before reaching for the glove covering his still slightly discoloured left hand and pulling it up over his fingers to reveal a faded scarring across the back of his hand.

Scabior took hold of the kid's hand and pulled it closer to his face. The kid's hand was tiny in comparison to his, so tiny that Scabior wondered if the kid had not yet had his growth spurt. He shrugged the thoughts aside and focused on the faded scar of words. "I shall never tell lies," he read out and then glanced at the Quinn's face in questioning.

"She – She did – it – it to a – a number of – of us," he explained. "Ev – even if – we – we were – tell – telling – the truth."

He raised an eyebrow and shook his head, clucking his tongue as he dropped Quinn's hand."Tormentin' yer lot with cursed quills, now that is quite laughable, probably was the only way to keep yer in line, I' m guessin', " he drawled as the lift stopped suddenly. "Well – I could understand her doin' it to the likes of those Weasley twins, morons for pure-bloods they be. Just like their nit of a father."

Quinn smirked a little at him and shrugged. "Pre – Pretty fun – jokes – in – in my – opinion. Made – quite a – a few – Slytherins get – what – what was – coming to 'em."

He stepped out of the lift and glanced round at the teenager with a rueful look. "Yer an' I would not have gotten on in school then," Scabior began as he headed for the door at the end of the corridor. "I was Slytherin an' judgin' by that last remark, yer had to be Gryffindor."

Quinn nodded. "Sortin' – Hat it – told me I – I had a brave – streak."

Scabior noticed how when Quinn slowed himself down while trying to talk, the kid could almost get out full sentences quite well.

Stopping in front of the door with Ares Yaxley craved above the title Head of Magical Law Enforcement; Scabior knocked and straightened his jacket a little before glancing round at Quinn and pulling the kid's wand out of his jacket pocket. The door opened and Ares Yaxley appeared before them both.

"Scabior, what is it?" the blonde inquired briskly, his eye shifting from the snatcher to the teenager standing just beside him.

"I found this here kid last night an' was thinkin' of recruitin' him to fill Asgeir's place, with yer permission o' course," Scabior remarked, handing Quinn's wand over and pulling the boy forward for Yaxley's inspection. "Quinn Strougler; nineteen; no family I know of yet an' unemployed as of last night." Scabior lied a little of course, not that it would hurt anyone as he still hadn't confirmed that Quinn was related to the two Strougler's in the book of undesirables.

Scabior looked expectantly at Yaxley, hoping that he would permit him to recruit the kid into his unit. Something intrigued him about the kid and he wanted to keep a close eye on him until he was able to work it out.

Genevieve wondered if Ares Yaxley could see her ploy; see that she wasn't her twin brother but really a girl and a former Auror in training for the Ministry which he had helped to tear down.

The blonde man was almost scowling at her and Genevieve felt like crawling back into herself. It seemed like an eternity passed by before Yaxley finally looked over her head and to the man standing behind her. "Where was it you said you found this boy, Scabior?"

"I didn't – sir," he answered.

Genevieve caught the raise of Yaxley's eyebrow and hoped he didn't press the issue. Her luck seemed to be in spades. "And you are fine with training the boy on the job and taking responsibility for him?"

"O' course, I wouldn't have brought 'im to yer if I weren't willin' to recruit 'im," Scabior drawled from close behind her and for some reason the sound of his voice, in that moment, gave her an odd sense of comfort despite the situation. She felt like a twit at the thought of enjoying the sound of Scabior's voice considering what he was pulling her into but it was oddly true.

His voice was the kind that sounded rough but held a soothing quality to it at the same time. She had no doubt that women would swoon to his voice easily if he said the right things to them; seduce them with promises.

Coming out of her reverie sharply at the track her thoughts were going down, Genevieve found Yaxley handing her wand back to Scabior.

"Very well," Yaxley remarked. "Make sure he wears the band so he is recognized." A red band suddenly appeared from behind Yaxley and Scabior took it and tucked it into his pocket.

Genevieve felt like letting out a large sigh of relief but didn't think doing so would be very good in front of the elder wizard. It was truly that simple to be recruited? All if had felt like was a tense stare down which she had, in some way, won.

Either way it calmed her a little until the door slammed shut in her face and Scabior chuckled, throwing an arm around her shoulders and leading her back to the elevators. "Well let's get yer a jacket an' how 'bout some better clothes."

Genevieve felt her stomach drop at his words. New clothes? Boy clothes? She felt her fear spike suddenly and looked up at him as they stepped back into the elevators. "Ba – Baggy plea – please," she said to him and saw him glance down at her clothing.

"Well 'lright," he answered with a slight shrug. "We'll compromise as we go, how 'bout that kiddo? 'Cause yer gonna need clothes that'll be right for snatchin' in but first – we got somewhere else to go in here."

Ah yes she remembered while nodding, accepting the idea of compromising with him over the clothes – despite that she already knew she would win more than one of the compromises no matter how long it took her. Umbridge's office was still on their to-do list.

Scabior stood outside the office, waiting for the door to open as Quinn stood behind him looking round at the witches and wizards sitting at their desks binding together a book to do with Mudbloods and the dangers that they could pose.

He knew the kid was nervous, he could practically feel it radiating from him but why was beyond him, he had passed Yaxley's interview of sorts. His only hope was that Umbridge only wanted to bark an order at him and then send him on his way. He had better and much more fulfilling and entertaining things to do. That made him smirk a little.

The door opened and Scabior found Umbridge sitting at her desk, hands folded in front of her and eyes on the doorway as he stepped inside followed by his new recruit. She gestured to the seat directly opposite her, the only other seat aside from hers in the room and Scabior eased himself down into it. His eyes moved to the numerous bewitched cat plates lining the walls as he waited for Umbridge to spit out whatever it was she had asked to see him about, slightly unnerved by all the purring and meowing come from the wall. Damn animals.

"So, you have attained your new little snatcher," she began and Scabior looked from her to where Quinn was standing behind him, the kid's eyes focused on the numerous cat plates and what they were all doing.

"Yaxley has no mind of me usin' the kid," Scabior remarked with a slight shrug as he glanced back round to the woman in pink sitting opposite him.

"Good, because we have an updated book for you," she told him as she opened a draw of her desk and pulled out a book that was identical to the one he had given to Fernir just this morning. It was a lot thicker than the other one.

He flicked through a few pages as he put his feet up on the desk, his eyes stopping on two of the names on the third page; Genevieve and Gwendolyn Strougler.

"Remove your feet from my desk snatcher!" Umbridge snapped just as Scabior smoothly stood and turned towards the door as though he had not even heard her words. Manners were not something that Scabior had and he did not intend to learn any for the sake of the overly chipper woman.
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