Prologue
"We captured her, My Lord." An elderly man with platinum blonde hair told a man in a chair laced with slithering stone snakes. He was bald and pasty white, with cat-like crimson eyes, and a snake nose. The Dark Lord smirked and fallowed in giving the elderly blonde man orders.
"You must lock her away in the dungeon of the secret shack. Have Draco and Bellatrix torment her until she confesses information. After that they may do whatever they please with her, just not free her. Thank you, Lucius. You may leave."
The elderly man named Lucius trotted off to tell his son and sister-in-law what their tasks were. When the Dark Lord was out of sight, he shivered at the thought that his son was involved. He had never intended that Draco would be a Death Eater, but of course the Dark Lord had insisted, it was either Death Eater or death.
He walked to the fireplace and flooed to the Secret Shack, with his prisoner in tow. As the green flames that signified his disappearance roared, a man dressed fully in black muggle clothing emerged from the shadows, his piercing Safire Blue eyes roaming the perimeter. He ran off in the direction he came, disappearing from sight.
This is a song-sic/novella-ish thingy. Okay?
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