A/n: This is my first story for Harry Potter so I'm nervous, but I hope you enjoy=)
Disclaimer: the honor of owning Harry Potter is not mine. It's J.K. Rowling
Chapter1
3rd P.O.V.
The room was somewhere in an unknown cave.
The corners of the room were dark, almost pitch black.
The center of the room however was well lit by a beaming unknown light source.
In that light were two men, both bruised and covered in small splashes of dried and fresh blood.
They both glared at the shadows though.
They knew that they were being watched by their captivators.
"So are you still not willing to tell us Voldemort's future plans?" a feminine voice asked in an ominous tone.
"Voldemort's dead you fucking bitch!" one of the kneeling men yelled.
"Crusio," the same female whispered.
Both the men wrenched screamed in agony.
"I apologize for that, but I'm not very fond of loud noises, or vulgarity," the female said softly.
"I know that Voldemort isn't in human form, but he is alive. One way or another he's still giving orders. I want to know those orders and if you're not willing to kindly give them to me then the rest of the people here will leave this room and place all together," she continued calmly yet strongly.
"So? What are you just going to kill us? Ha! Is that it? Sweetheart we'll die like heroes and be remembered for our loyalty!" the other man said bravely.
The young female chucked and responded, "I forget not a lot of people know my work. You see boys when they leave, I take over completely. Up till now they've been the ones 'handling' you. I've just stood back and watched, but I'm getting impatient and anxious. If you won't give us the answers we need then I'll kill you slowly and painfully. I'll enjoy every agonizing scream that comes out of your mouth, and I'll savior the last dieing breath you take."
Both men froze because they could hear the seriousness of her voice. One of them nodded slowly, while the other looked in the direction of the voice his eyes clearly stating that he would never tell her anything. The woman in the shadows stepped toward the light. She wore a mask so the men or her partners would not know her identity. This mask hid the smile she wore as she stepped towards the men.
"It seems we have a black stallion in the pair. You do know why I call you this, right?" the woman asked the man that had defiance written in his eyes. He glared at her as if challenging her to kill him. The woman saw this, but continued to speak, "A black stallion is very defiant, such as you. I admire that in people and I respect some for it, but when they get in my way, I make sure that defiance is broken. Silencio, Crusio," she said.
The man that had been hit with the spells dropped to the floor in pain and silent misery. The woman then walked over to the other man and said, "Although I respect your friend for being brave, I rather much like your willingness. So tell me what are the death eaters and Voldemort up to these days?"
As the other men that were working alongside the woman watched her methods they shuddered and pitied the men that were beginning to be tortured. In their minds no one should go through something such as what this strange and mysterious woman was doing. They were however curious as to know who this woman's identity is and how someone like her ever became acquainted with Dumbledore. For now though, all they knew was that she was the Order's last resort to use on enemies and that she was called the, 'Prosecutor.'
A/n: okay well hope you aren't bored yet, and I know we haven't seen any of our favorite characters yet, but they'll be here in the next chapter (^-^)