Scab: Thank you dear and lovely Luna for wanting to RP this with me :D You're a wonderful rper and your writing style is just ever so lovely. To our readers….. This is as far as we've gotten, enjoy!

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SUCCUMB

The air was damp and a heavy scent of sweat filled the air as a group of snatchers made their way into the manor. The once so well kept manor which now looked dilapidated, cold and grey. Scabior hardly glanced at the blond male who owned the place, Lucius. How ill the man looked now that the Dark Lord had taken residence inside the manor. Lucius, his wife Narcissa, and their son Draco had never looked more tired.

The snatchers came to a halt in front of the crazed witch Bellatrix, who was chortling and gestured at them with a ringed hand. "And, did you get it?"

They at first shook their heads and the witch started to growl, but then Scabior quickly bowed and interrupted her anger. "But we've got a good trail. A clue, something even better."

Bellatrix seemed agitated. "And why should that concern me? I asked you to get it for me, How hard can a mission be? Don't you snatch mudbloods and traitors all the time? How can a wand be any harder to find?"

"We've got a good lead, ma'am." Scabior tried again. "The only thing we now need is someone who might confirm our information."

Bellatrix snorted and glanced away. Her hand was already resting on top of her whip, ready to use it and amuse herself. "And what did you came to me for?"

Scabior glanced up at her. "We 'oped to get a list of names of people who've been... intimate with Potter."

Now the witch's eyes started to gleam and finally the snatchers had managed to catch her interest. "You need someone who's been close to Potter?'

Scabior nodded and gave her a hopeful glance. by the sight of Bella's smile he guessed that either they were extremely lucky and she'd be in a good mood, or their days were counted.

Bellatrix slowly rose from her chair and extended a hand to him, gently caressing his stubbly cheek. "But my dear snatcher. We have just the right person for you." Then she suddenly turned to shout commands over her shoulder, alerting the Death Eaters who guarded the doorway. "Get the girl."

When she turned back to face Scabior she presented him a warm smile which sent shivers down his spine. "We happen to have the Lovegood girl in our cellar. It keeps her nice and fresh, you know?"

Scabior chuckled at the irony of her words.

Time had gone by in an odd way since her capture. Luna knew she couldn't possibly be in there for as long as she thought she was, but it sure felt like that. A part of her mind wondered why Harry hadn't come to her rescue yet. He was supposed to have her back, wasn't he? Still, the other part told her to keep positive - that she'd be out of here soon, back to her friends and father.

Luna had a hunch she knew why she was captured - the Death Eaters guarding the door had also helped with her reasoning. She was close to Harry; she could provide information on his whereabouts and other such important things. Even if she did so willingly - which, she wouldn't, of course- she'd probably still be tortured. Maybe worse.

After an uncomfortable length of thinking about the possibilities that could become of her, the Death Eaters guarding the door had burst in. Luna's stomach gave a small flip, but she tried to keep a neutral expression, even as she was grabbed, being pulled out of the cellar.

Once, she nearly asked what was going to happen, but snapped her mouth shut. She knew what could've happened had she spoke without them asking her a question, or not spoke something about Harry.

When out of the cellar, Luna got a wisp of something Lestrange had said, something about 'keeping her fresh.' The Ravenclaw's stomach flipped again. What did /that/ mean? She was jerked a bit, and she looked up from the ground, snapped from her thoughts, eyes settling on the group of people that Bellatrix had been talking to.

Snatchers... Lovely.

She could see Scabior's toothy smile as he glanced over her, then composed himself again and his face became neutral, much like hers. They both looked calm.

Bellatrix happily chirped as she gestured at the prisoner. "Here she is. Isn't she handsome? A pure-blood young witch, unspoiled, strong in her magic. But most importantly pure-blooded."

That was when she caught why Lestrange had said for her to be kept 'fresh'. As a pure-blood they didn't necessarily harm her because she could mean something to the race.

And besides she hadn't done much wrong had she? No, it had been her father they'd wanted to punish and apart from her being cold and dirty from the dungeon in which she'd been locked up, she was treated quite fine. Up till now, that is.

Scabior brought a hand to his chin as he studied her up and down. "This is ...?"

"Lovegood." Bellatrix repeated, and conveniently smacked the snatcher at Scabior's side on the head for being asked too many questions to her likening.

"Love... Good?" Scabior retorted with a small smile tugging at his lips. Mischief started to glint in his eyes as he thought the young witch to be kind of pretty. No, actually she was very pretty. He darted out a hand to capture a strand of hair, bringing the lock to his nose and sniffing her scent.

"I wonder if you really do love good." He murmured silently near her ear so only she could hear.

A shiver rolled down her spine, but she tried to act as if it didn't effect her at all. The snatcher's smile was... not exactly what Luna wanted to see. Yes, it was a smile, but... Not a good one, by her standards.

Bellatrix gestured to her, giving the snatchers a bit of information on the young witch. Hearing Bellatrix speak of her in such a way made Luna shiver again.

Being a pure-blood did have its benefits, she decided, as she wasn't the one they truly wanted. And they didn't treat her too horribly.

In fact, if she thought about it, she was treated quite well. She was just cold, filthy, and uncomfortable about the whole situation. But, who wouldn't be?

The snatcher's hand went to her chin, and Luna drew in a light breath. Of course, he was just studying her. Nothing to be worried about. Yet. She had opened her mouth to speak her name herself, but Bellatrix had taken care of that for her.

Blinking a bit as the man repeated her last name, a bit too drawn out for her liking, Luna coloured a bit. Not out of actual embarrassment, but just the way his voice sounded saying her name. As the snatcher took hold of a lock of her hair, Luna's eyes widened, watching him intently. All right, he was just getting her scent. Nothing to worry horribly about.

"I..." Luna didn't quite trust her voice as he murmured in her ear. Especially the comment he made. 'I wonder if you really do love good.' That was... Uncomfortable. But it oddly made her blush deepen. She knew what he meant, but she cleared her throat, mumbling a light, "What do you mean?"

He smirked as he drew away, pretending to ignore her question. He set his hands on his hips and stood tall again, radiating the whole image of a leader.

Her brow furrowed a bit as he pulled away from her. He hadn't answered her question. Well, that was rather rude of him. No matter, though.

Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "Well, start!" She commanded, and Scabior turned to shout at his snatchers from over his shoulder. "Leave us!"

Luna slipped her gaze back to the ground as the snatcher shouted his command for the others to leave. Not comforting.

They left the room one by one until only Fenrir and Bellatrix remained. They didn't seem to intend upon leaving and this Luna was left surrounded by three. As Bella took her position on her chair again, Fenrir leaned against a cabinet and Scabior clasped his hands behind his back to start circling around the young witch. Her eyes moved over each of them a few times, simply thinking about what was going to happen. Soon, Luna was being circled by the snatcher, but that didn't bother her too much. Fenrir and Bellatrix's gaze on her, however, did.

The sound of his boots echoed through the room and for a while nothing but that and breathing could be heard.

Luna tried to keep her breathing steady, not sound nervous or afraid, but it was rather difficult. The sound of his boots mixing with the sound of breathing in the air caused Luna's ears to twitch, and she listened intently, just waiting.

"Where is he?" The snatcher simply said, his hand waving through the air.

Luna thought a moment, looking the snatcher up and down. "He's where he is," she answered, attempting to keep her voice neutral, not trying to show sarcasm or any other thing.

He knew she was toying with him. If the dreaminess of her voice hadn't given it away then her vague answer certainly had. It angered him to see her silvery grey eyes on him, unashamed, as she confidently gazed at him and gave him a reply he could not work with.

He was absolutely sure she was doing it just to tease him. And it worked. It angered him.

"Very clever, Lovegood."

He kept circling around her until he stopped behind her back, painfully squeezing both her wrists in one hand. He bent forward to whisper in her ear, starting soft and ending louder.

"I'm asking you again. Where could Potter be?"

A corner of her mouth twitched up, and she tried her hardest not to smile. She knew she needed to keep everything about her neutral. However, she didn't have a real answer to his question. Harry could have changed location.

Biting on her lower lip, she forced a neutral expression again, reminding herself to keep her voice neutral as well, though she doubted that would work.

Soon, she felt Scabior's presence at her back. The blonde winced a bit as her wrists were placed in his grasp, a light gasp leaving her lips. His lips were at ear then, tone starting quiet, then gaining volume.

"He may not be where he was. He could be anywhere."

"Don't tease me!" He demanded, growling at her through gritted teeth.

"I 'ave little patience."

Bellatrix stirred and took her wand. "Why don't you just torture the poor thing. She seems to enjoy playing mind tricks with you, doesn't she?"

He glanced angrily at her. "And you needed 'er alive for 'er father?"

Bellatrix fumed. "Then seriously maim her. A bit of damage might work."

Scabior snorted. "Good." He twisted her arms behind her back painfully, then let go and pushed her forth until she tumbled upon her knees.

"Talk to me. What do you know of Potter?"

Luna worried her lower lip with her teeth, letting her eyes slip shut as she drew in another breath.

Not giving actual answers wasn't her best idea, obviously. But she truly didn't know where Harry was at the moment. Wasn't her fault.

As Bellatrix' voice spoke of torture, Luna tensed up a bit, even more than she was under the snatcher's touch. Her head turned lightly as to see Scabior's expression, chewing the inside of her cheek.

And then, he twisted her arms, quite painfully, drawing a light, pained noise from her lips. The snatcher pushed her, sending her to her knees with a light 'ooft.'

"I don't know where Harry is," she said after a brief moment of thinking, "His location must have changed by now."

"Then think." He ordered her, his voice harsh and his blue eyes dark and blazing with fire.

"Where could 'e 'ave been? Where does 'e usually go? Didn't 'e tell you things when you were with 'im at 'Ogwarts? Think! "

Luna nearly winced at his sharp tone of voice, but managed to keep herself composed, drawing in a few deep breaths.

"He didn't want a lot of details slipping out..." She said, looking up at the snatcher, trying to think of a place where Harry might be. Only one place really came to mind. Her home. But did she really want to tell him that?

Finally, she gave a nod, looking back down, "I know where he might be.. But it's not for sure."

Losing his patience, he drew closer to her and slapped her. A sharp sound resounded through the room. Her head was moved to the side. He'd hit her.

"Now spill."

He barked at her. Scabior was doing his utmost best to intimidate her. He was standing very close to her, holding her shoulder as he sat on his heels in front of her. She could smell his breath, feel his grip, hear his voice and knew there was no way she could get away from him. He was all around her, or so it seemed.

Luna had little time to react before the snatcher's hand connected with her face, head jerking slightly to the side, mouth slightly agape at the shock of his blow.

"He's.." Her voice was softer than before, taking on a slight nervous tone. Scabior was too close to her, far too close. She caught a light whiff of his breath, felt his hold on her shoulders, and his voice caused her ears to twitch as she listened. There really was no escape from him. Her voice dropped even lower as she spoke, "There's a chance he's at my home..."

"You see? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Scabior laughed as he forcefully helped Luna in an upright position again. "Well, now at least we've got a place to start."

Luna simply shook her head, actually thankful that Scabior forced her to stand again - she wasn't sure she trusted herself to do it on her own. So, that was over. Or, she thought.

"You fool." Bellatrix snarled at him. "Don't you understand we've got people on the look-out day and night. If Potter would be there we'd notice, wouldn't we?" She now rose from her chair and stepped to Luna.

"Now, pretty, I think you're still teasing us."

Bellatrix's voice reached her ears, and Luna looked to the darker witch, swallowing as she approached the blonde. How could she have forgotten they'd be watching her home? Still, she had /thought/ that there was a chance Harry could have been there.

"N-no... Not teasing," the blonde mumbled, avoiding eye contact with Bellatrix. True, she /wasn't/ teasing, but she knew there'd be no convincing Bellatrix of that.

Scabior watched as Bellatrix talked to the girl. He knew that once Bella started something she wouldn't easily give up or give in. He stood there, just watching the two.

"Scabior." The crazed witch snapped at him. "Why haven't you punished her yet? Punish her!"

Immediately he stepped forth and drew his wand.

"Crucio."

When Bellatrix snapped at Scabior about Luna's punishment, her stomach gave a flip again. She knew what was coming to her. She was just thankful that it was Scabior doing it instead of Bellatrix.

Still, there was no denying that the curse would hurt, regardless of who did it. Luna could only hope that Scabior didn't truly want to do it.

'Crucio.' Scabior's voice hit her ears, soon followed by an immense, burning pain. With a scream, Luna dropped back down to her knees, mouth still hanging open lightly in her scream, vaguely wondering if it would have been worse had Bellatrix done it.

"Good."

The witch did not seem interested in the torture as soon as it had started. She just turned away to head back to her chair and grab a glass of wine in the process. As she sipped from it she glared at Scabior who returned her look with hazy eyes.

"Well, it appears the girl might need some more pushing before she succumbs."

Scabior did not stir. He had no idea what Bellatrix was onto.

Luna drew in a few sharp breaths, listening to Bellatrix say that she needed more punishing. She didn't even bother raising back to her feet. She figured that it another fall would add to her pain.

Bellatrix continued sipping from her wine glass, eyeing Scabior, then Luna. How to continue punishing her until she broke? Licking over her lips, Bella's gaze went back to the snatcher, "How about you take care of her punishment, hm?"

Luna looked to Bella, eyes slightly glazed over, "W-what..?" What /was/ Bellatrix talking about? Letting a snatcher take over her punishment? Really, what was she getting at?

Scabior blinked at the woman, wasn't he doing enough already? He'd been using crucio on the girl. He'd tried to scare her with his interrogation methods, and now she demanded more?

He glanced at Fenrir for a moment and then back at the crazed witch. 'Ow do you mean?" He asked, uncertain what was longed from him.

"If you don't do it, I could ask Fenrir here. And don't worry, We'll watch."

Scabior's eye twitched as he glanced at Fenrir once more. The wolf now licked his lips. Bellatrix had ran a hand up her chest seductively and then pointed at the girl in front of her. That was when Scabior caught her intention, her meaning. He shook his head.

"No." But if he refused the girl would await a more horrid fate. And he knew for a fact Fenrir was never kind to his victims.

And thus he took a step forward again and took Luna by her hair, lifting her slightly from the ground and studying the wounds and cuts the Crucio spell had given her. The spell had stopped working, it's effects fading away but the pain still visible in her eyes.

The snatcher knew what was wanted from him, what they expected from him to do in order to break the young witch in front of him.

And he knew he would do it.