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Ever since I learned about who killed Remus Lupin, I slowly became interested in one of Voldemort's most faithful, feared followers. Antonin Dolohov. Who was he? What was he like as a child? What is the story behind the man who tortured countless muggles? Judging from the descriptions in the book, I had a slight hunch that he hated them much more than any of the other death eaters and not just because he thought he was their superior. So I began to imagine my own story for him. What happened in his past that molded him into the maniac we all know and loathe? So this is my idea of what happened. Please read and review.

A Contamination

One of the most prominent pureblood familes of all time in Russia is the Rostropovich family. They pride themselves on having the purest ancestry in Russia as well as their reputation for producing no squibs. They can trace their lineage back to Leo Tolstoy, awizard who is blessed with the fortune of being well known in the Muggle World, as well as the wizard world. The family is also a rarity as it is one f the few who have manged to become unrelated to the rest of the pure blood families in the county. Their family tree is in excellent condition as the family has not had to succumb to marrying it's own cousins in order to maintain blood purity or trying to hide or cover up family members who married muggles and produced. And their is not a single drop of non-magic blood in them. So it was incredibly outrageous (not to mention scandalous) when the Rostropovich's youngest son announced that he had impregnated a muggle girl.

"Are you meaning to tell me, that you implanted your magical secrets to a nonmagical being and created a filthy half-breed?" said Lord Rostropovich in a dangerously soft voice.

"Y-yes father" stammered Alexander.

"But she meant nothing to me. I swear! It was late one night at a party. I had had a few too many spirits. It just happened!. One minute, I was dancing around with her as my partner, the next, I woke up with her sleeping next to me! This was all a few months ago, I wasn't even sure of what happened and I just got up, and left her there I didn't even remember it until-"

"SILENCE!" thundered his father.

"You HAVE DISGRACED the Rostropovich family name! Your por judgement resulted in our beautiful family tree being contaminated by a filthy muggle! You have made us no better than those wall-eyed buck toothed inbred freaks who dare to call themselves pure-blooded!"

"Of Alexander, how COULD YOU?!" sobbed Lady Rostropovich who was sobbing heavily into a scrap of linen, trying to look delicate and proper. It was clear that she was finding it incredibly difficult to confine her immense sadness to the tiny, little cloth. Comforting her, were Alexander's two older brothers, Illya and Dmitri, between, indentical expressions of rage and exasperation, honed in on him.

"Look, if we could just obliviate her memory, and send her out to some foreign country, nobody would ever know that she had given birth to a Rostropovich child" protested Alexander.

"WE'LL know" said Illya.

"Yes, but nobody else would!" cried Alexander.

"It's only a contamination of the family tree if everybody knows about it!"

"MAKING US NO BETTER THAN THOSE #$#!#$ $%$^%$#(*&^%$# ! #$%^ WIZARD FAMILIES WHO DARE TO CLAIM THAT THEIR ANCESTRY IS PURE" Howled Dmitri. He had been silent up till now, but with every word that spouted out of Alexander's mouth,, he looked more and more ragefull, as though his wrath was getting harder and harder to contain.

"Well what do you suggest!" said Alexander angrily. He was fresh out of ideas and he was getting tired of his family moping around and screaming at him, without even attempting to find a solution to the situation.

"The whole family glared at him in silence, like a family of snakes, perhaps to remind him that he was the cause of the problem and that it was a bit rich of him to suggest a solution for it.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Lord Rostropovich spoke in a dejected, deadpan voice.

"Very well. I see no other alternative than to go through with Alexander's plan other than letting the truth get out and having our sparkling reputation, devasted. After all, when somebody has been bitten on the leg by a werewolf, you do not kill the patient. You merely cut off the leg."