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Temptation	By : ceruleanblue Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Ms. Lachlan. Nice to see you finally decided to join us." Lachlan opened her eyes and was greeted with the looming image of Lucius Malfoy above her, wand at the ready. Behind him, she saw Reginald snap her wand in two and throw the pieces in a corner. A feeble wisp of smoke rose out of the broken wand before it became lifeless wood, erasing all of Lachlan's hopes for escape. Unless�maybe her wandless magic lessons would finally begin to pay off.
"Malfoy, you're going to pay for this. You just wait until I get back to the Ministry. They're going to know about this, as well as the fact that Sirius is innocent. Even you can't argue with that, you're trying to kill him for You-Know-Who." Lachlan heard a sharp snap and then realized that her left leg was broken. Oddly enough, she wasn't feeling much pain. It reminded her of when she was a child: sometimes, Isobel's psychic powers allowed her to become an empath and she was able to take other people's pain. It wasn't something they advertised, since she would be exploited for her gift. Maybe, since she wasn't feeling pain, Isobel knew where she was. Lachlan tried calling for her in her mind.
"Isobel? Isobel! Help me! Go to the small cottage Rosemerta owns in Hogsmeade and retrieve the black dog. Cast a revealing charm on it and it will become a man, Sirius Black. Tell him I'm in trouble. Tell him the Death Eaters have me and I don't know where I am. Find me, Isobel. Find me!" Lachlan winced slightly as Reginald straightened her broken leg and fastened it into some sort of medieval rack device. She scanned the room as best she could, hoping she still had a connection with Isobel. If she had to guess, she would figure that she was in the basement of either Malfoy or King manor. Definitely old-blood and Slytherin and in need of a makeover.
Malfoy trailed a gloved hand down Lachlan's cheek and slapped her hard, probably loosening several teeth. His voice was cruel as he asked her repeatedly to tell him where Black was. Lachlan resisted, knowing that he wasn't a Legilimens and that he wouldn't be able to tell she was lying. She wasn't going to break. She couldn't. She closed her eyes when Malfoy leaned in to kiss her and bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.
"Trying to hold out, Tara? We're going to find him. We've already sent Death Eaters to eliminate him. So, why don't you go ahead and tell us where he is and make everything infinitely easier and more, pleasurable?" Lachlan longed to spit in his face but with the current state of her teeth, she didn't think it was wise. Reginald tightened the setting on the torture rack and Lachlan felt her bones giving way. She wouldn't be able to endure this much longer.

"Like the rack, Tara? When Lucius mentioned it I imagined the moment I would actually get to use it on you. You didn't realize I've been using you for the past year? I knew you were an Auror, despite how many times you tried to tell me otherwise. It was sickening, having to pretend I was attracted to a filthy Muggle-lover like you." Reginald punctuated his sentiment by spitting in Lachlan's face. She felt nauseated, but held her ground. They weren't going to win, not while she had breath in her body.
"Well, it couldn't have possibly been as sickening as it was for me to pretend it wasn't your fault when you couldn't get it up for me. Tell me, when did you sell out to the Death Eaters? Before or after you met me?" This wasn't graced with a response, save the powerful Cruciatus that Reginald kept casting over and over until Malfoy stopped him. It wouldn't do for their hostage to be dead when the time came to torture Black.

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Isobel Kincaid was working on a tapestry when she felt the twinges of pain in her leg. Soon, mere twinges became excruciating pain and she felt the tapestry and needle slip from her hands as she was visited by another vision. She hadn't had one since the boy had been attacked at Hogwarts, but her mind had been more aware of strange occurrences.
She could see Tara now, her eyes nearly black with pain and her face trembling. It looked like she was in some sort of dungeon, complete with barbaric torture devices. Isobel scanned the walls and saw a crest on the far right with a crown and snake. The King family crest if she'd have to guess. Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw the dark head of Reginald King hook her sister's limbs into what appeared to be a rack. It was this moment that Tara realized the connection and called out to Isobel in hind.ind.
"Isobel? Isobel! Help me! Go to the small cottage Rosemerta owns in Hogsmeade and retrieve the black dog. Cast a revealing charm on it and it will become a man, Sirius Black. Tell him I'm in trouble. Tell him the Death Eaters have me and I don't know where I am. Find me, Isobel. Find me!" Isobel hated to leave Tara with the pain but unless she broke the connection, she wouldn't be able to help her. Tara had always been strong, she could take it long enough for Isobel to get help.
Apparating to Hogsmeade, she spent a few minutes trying to locate the cottage. Finally, fed up with attempting to go about finding it in a normal way, she blasted through the trees until her blasts came ricocheting back towards her. She ran toward the spot and found a warded cottage, complete with requisite garden gnomes. She didn't have time for stuff like this.
Stunning the gnomes, Isobel forced the door open to find a dark-haired man sleeping on the sofa. He bolted awake at the sound of her voice and moved quickly for his wand. However, before he could get out the incantation for a memory charm, Isobel had disarmed him and begun to explain.
"I don't know why Tara would be living with Sirius Black, but she is in trouble and seems to think you can help. She's being held by Death Eaters in a mansion outside of Bristol. They're torturing her and I don't think we have much time. Is that your wand or did you steal it from someone?"
"It's not mine, I got it off an old witch in the pub. That explains the annoying tendency for it to conjure cats instead of anything useful." Isobel's stony face didn't break for a second and Sirius realized that Tara was nothing like her sister. Sure, it was a grave situation, but a little levity never hurt anyone.
"Well, we'll deal with it later. I'm sure my husband has a spare somewhere, he was always breaking his during Quidditch matches. Right now, we need to find Tara and rescue her from those awful Death Eaters. I ho�" Isobel didn't get to finish her sentence as two hooded men blasted open the front door of the cottage. It was show time.

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A/N: The chapter title comes from the scene in 'Resevoir Dogs' when Michael Madsen tortures the cop to the tune of "Stuck in the Middle with You." I couldn't think of a good title for a torture scene, so that was the only thing that fit. Sorry Quentin!
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