I do not own any rights to Harry Potter. All right belong to J.
But now I will point out to those who may seem end a being a little confused. For this story I altered certain characters and their place of power and respect in the dark lord's inner circle. Lucius is in this story who resurrected the dark lord. How he got away with it at first? Well read and you'll soon see. Oh and due to Lucius altered attitude to the dark lord I have seen fit to alter Draco's personality and behaviours. The jist is that the dark lord's beliefs were installed in Draco from the moment he was able to understand clearly. He is in this version crueller, more readily inclined to follow out orders without question. whether or not I make him doubt his actions later on is unclear. This is a first person OC that mainly includes Lucius at the moment. If it is deemed worthy of attention by HP fans then I will proceed to upload more chapters. Suggestions are welcome. If I feel they would fit in my plot then I shall add them and if the user is ok I will credit them.
Although to be honest I'm writing for pure enjoyment with a sleep depraved brain that seems to function fine so even if you don't like this story too bad. No offense.
Oh and this story hints at adult themes and is not appropriate for younger readers so if you by pass the filters and claim to be older than you are, you have been warned. It also contains foul language and manipulation. Oh and due to uncomfortable nature of the adult themes I am reframing from being in-depth graphic detailing. These moments will be quick and concise providing the vaguest details and only explaining locations and emotions. Do not ever ask for in depth details as I will point blank refuse. There are somethings that ought not to be taken lightly and I will therefore reframe from highlighting them/
But do enjoy and feel free to totally ignore this.
The death eaters crashed into Bramwood's house and the only hiding place that was close enough for me to reach without being seen was a bloody closet. It's like one of those stupid horror films where the teen girl hides from some crazed killer. The only problem was that this was real and I am terrified. I'm muggle born. If the death eaters catch me I'm dead or I'll be wishing for death. Bramwood would be in even more shit as well because not only was he aiding the order of the phoenix he was harbouring what death eaters liked to call 'mudbloods' And I'm not the first muggle born that Bramwood's helped. There has been dozens who have come and gone. Bramwood hid them until he could transport them safely out of the country. There was proof everywhere in this house. Every spare room was made for guests. One of the muggleborns had left their mobile behind, another a photo of him and his friends at the pier. Plus there's me. I'm not going to delude myself. There's no way I can hold out against torture no matter what I owe Bramwood. I've experienced what a snatcher can do. I do not want to experience what a death eater could do.
Someone was rushing up the stairs. Doors started being thrown open. I can hear them slam into the walls. My heart is pounding against my chest a the death eater is nearing my hiding spot. I was starting to hyperventilate. I have to breath. I have to be quiet. My wand was clutched in my trembling hands but I know I will not have the chance to use it.
"Come on out" An arrogant voice ordered "I know your hiding some where you disgusting little mudblood. I've found your room already"
I swallowed. The death eater was even closer now. I stood slowly and dropped my wand. Do I move or do I stay. The death eater was starting to breath heavily and his footsteps grew heavier. I'm annoying him. If I come out now maybe I'll suffer a little less. Trembling I timidly pushed the door open only to be hit by a stunning curse. I was sent flying backwards and crashed into the wall before slumping to the floor. I felt dizzy and confused. Everything was blurry. The death eater was storming over to me. He grabbed my hair and dragged me to my feet.
"A closet" The death eater sneered "Have you no imagination? Why you do not even have your wand. How pathetic"
I began trembling violently and tried to struggle free but the death eater's grip did not lesson. If only I had realised just how angry he was. If only I tried to defend myself. The death eater literally began to drag me down the hall and down the stairs. I struggled not to fall as the death eater showed no concern. The way he was dragging me prevented any sure footing. I could see Bramwood writhing on the floor. He was under a silencing charm while two death eaters laughed cruelly. They looked up and my blood ran cold. Both men looked at me with a malicious leer and I found myself shrinking behind my captor's broad shoulders.
"Looks like the professor was hiding a right little treat" The short dark haired death eater sneered "It's a pity she's just some dirty little mudblood bitch. I wouldn't mind having a go at her myself"
I shuddered but was grateful that Bramwood was no longer suffering under the cruciatus curse. I owed that wizard so much that acting as a distraction did not seem to bother me as much as it should.
"Dolohov show some restraint. This mudblood is not worth your attention" My captor sneered before wrenching my head back with a cruel sneer "She is just an ungrateful cowardly leech taking advantage of a misguided fool"
"Bramwood is not misguided" I snapped before I could bite my tongue "He's standing up for what is right"
My captor frowned and for a moment I feared he would slap me. Bramwood managed to divert attention by staggering to his feet despite how violently he was trembling and I felt so relieved. If I was cowardly enough to hide in a closet what right did I have to suddenly start snapping at these death eaters.
"L...leave the girl alone. Please" Bramwood groaned "I'll take whatever you master deems fitting. Just let the girl go. Pretend on one else was with me"
"And betray our lord" My captor sneered "Do you think me a fool. He is far too skilled in legilimency to fall for such lies"
I swallowed nervously as the death eater called Dolohov continued to stare at me with his unnervingly alert grey eyes. My captor paid him no heed and cast obscuro rendering me defenceless before he released my hair and bound my wrists. I could hear Bramwood protesting but then I heard the thud of a fist striking flesh and Bramwood groaned in pain before falling silent. A few minutes later I was pulled closer to the wizard and everything suddenly seemed to spin around me and I felt a pain in my navel. Nausea swept over me and I realised that we had disapparated. When my feet hit solid ground I fell forward and vomited. My captor grabbed my hair and wrenched my hair back savagely.
"You filthy creature. How dare you vomit on my floor!" My captor snarled before he hit me. The leather made the blow hurt more than it should and I responded in a pathetic defensive whimper "D...don't blame me. I couldn't help myself"
My response earned me another slap and Bramwood began to protest noisily about how I was being treated. No one silenced him this time and I could of swore my captor chuckled.
"I'd show more concern for yourself" Dolohov spat. Well I think it was Dolohov. He had the same accent.
"The dark lord is mad enough at you for offering your knowledge to the order. Imagine his face when he see's your little beauty"
That had to be Dolohov. His little comments about me made me want to vomit again. Please let them kill me. It would be so much better than being help captive in a house with that creep. Something tells me he is the type of man who would willingly take what he wanted by force and that included women.
"Dolohov I thought I said enough. If you must talk about this creature like that then do so away from me" My captor drawled before he began to drag me somewhere. I stumbled totally disoriented by the blindfold. I could of swore Dolohov muttered something under his breath but it was in a different language. We walked for what felt like a few minutes before I heard someone knocking on a door. A nasal voice told us to enter and I started to tremble. The dark lord sat in whatever room this was. If it wasn't for the blindfold I would have to face him. I was so relieved that I did not respond to being forced onto my knee's. But the spell was lifted the moment my head fell forward and I was able to see a smoky blue grey robe that clearly belonged to the dark lord. He stopped in front of me but I was overlooked thankfully. The dark lord stared at Bramwood with narrowed red eyes and I couldn't help swallowing. I just realised that Bramwood was likely going to be killed in front of me because of his actions. I felt so scared for the man but he faced his fate bravely with defiant eyes and a proud stature. How can one man show so much courage in the face of a heartless murderer? I have always admired Bramwood and today was a reminder why.
"I'm not entirely sure if your courage is admirable or foolish" Lord Voldemort hissed softly "Surely you know that you are going to die inside this manor"
"All men must face death" Bramwood said with a slight tremor in his voice "But it is their choice how they do so"
"Ah as noble as always" Lord Voldemort chuckled "I trust that that is the reason why you aligned yourself with muggle loving fools"
"We do not fight solely because of our appreciation of the muggle world" Bramwood said bravely "We choose to defend those that cannot defend themselves from grown men and women that kill without discrimination"
"Like this girl here?" Lord Voldemort enquired with the faintest hint of humour "I assume she is a mudblood and judging by those marks on her face a defiant one"
"The girl is not involved in any of this" Bramwood hissed "All she wants is to escape"
"Some consider death an escape" Lord Voldemort sneered before he drew out his wand and pointed it at me "Perhaps you want me to offer it to her?"
"No!" Bramwood said forcefully "Your quarrel is with me"
"And yet we quarrel because of her kind" Lord Voldemort said calmly "You could prove to be a valuable ally in my cause. Your knowledge of old magic far surpasses any living witch or wizard today and I can easily find use for you that would not require you to ever shed a drop of a mudblood's blood"
"You know that I will never serve you" Bramwood growled as his brow furrowed and clenched his bound fists.
"But what of your mudblood?" Lord Voldemort sneered "Don't you want her to live? I am willing to spare her if that is your wish"
"And how can I trust you when you despise her kind?" Bramwood hissed as he narrowed his eyes.
I was shocked. I knew Bramwood so well that I could tell he was actually contemplating the dark lord's offer. I made another stupid decision and opened my mouth.
"If you help him hundreds will suffer and my life is not worth all of theirs"
My captor cuffed me across the back of the head but the dark lord chuckled as he looked down at me.
"So it speaks" He sneered "She's sounds as noble as yourself Bramwood. You have obviously had a great affect on her but do you want to watch as my men torture her slowly before I force you to end her suffering. And I should warn that some of my followers are not against using a mudblood's body"
I glanced back at Dolohov and saw him chuckling. He caught me staring and flashed me a wolfish grin. I dropped my gaze quickly and shuddered.
"It would seem like the girl has already figured this out" Lord Voldemort chuckled as he crouched down in front of me and grabbed my chin in his vice like grip. He forced me to look him in the eyes as his nail pinched my skin and he smiled in a very disturbing manner "Would you like that mudblood? Do you want to be raped by numerous men while your mentor is forced to watch helplessly? I can arrange it if you wish"
I started to tremble violently and wanted to retch. How could this monster ask me such a question? I've only recently turned eighteen. Most of his followers are old enough to be my father if not older.
"Answer me mudblood or I will take your silence as consent" Lord Voldemort hissed as he tightened his grip.
I can see Bramwood shaking in rage and felt frozen with fear. I managed to utter a terrified trembling 'No' and that was enough to make the dark lord release me. I started to cry. I didn't realise at first but then I felt the warm liquid fall on my shoulder and looked down in an effort to hide it.
"So Bramwood, What will you do? Do you want this girl to suffer?" Lord Voldemort sneered as he slowly moved towards Bramwood.
I watched Bramwood as he looked up and shuddered. His eyes were so cold and hard. I have never seem him so angry. He looked as if he would rip the dark lord's throat out there and then.
"You are giving me no choice" Bramwood hissed vehemently "I will serve you and your accursed cause but only if I have your assurance the girl will be allowed to live"
"You already have it" Lord Voldemort said with a cruel twist of his lips "But I believe that I will give her to Lucius. He has recently expressed his desire to train mudbloods to become slaves. I feel certain that your girl will make an excellent test subject"
"Your bastard!" Bramwood snarled "Do you think me a fool. I know what she will suffer at Malfoy's hands"
"But she will be alive" Lord Voldemort hissed coldly "And that is all you asked for"
I swallowed and felt a firm hand land on my shoulder in a vice like grip. I looked up and saw my captor sneering triumphantly. My heart began to race when I realised that my captor was none other than Lucius Malfoy and I began trembling which only made Lucius smile broader. His eyes gleamed maliciously. I knew that he was going to make this training as painful and humiliating as possible. But it was better than what the dark lord threatened. Lucius did not sound like a man who would rape me. I was too far beneath him to be worth those kind of attentions. I was only there to bow at his feet and obey his every command like some dog. He wanted to make me lower than a house elf if that were possible.
"Now Lucius feel free to retire with your new project" Lord Voldemort said with a dismissive wave of his hand "Dolohov and Crabbe you will take our dear professor here down to the cellars and teach him a quick lesson in respect. Once you are finished leave him for a few days to dampen that spirit of his"
The two death eaters behind me bowed in respect before they moved forward to grab Bramwood while Lucius dragged me to my feet. I stared at Bramwood hopelessly and tried to ignore the pain in my shoulder from Lucius's inhuman grip. How could I forget that this man had given his own flesh to resurrect his lord. It was all the order had spoken about. They were enraged at Lucius's deception. They had all thought that the coward Wormtail had yet again had the gall to betray the cause. Word only got out about Lucius after the incident in the ministry of magic when Lucius had revealed himself to Potter and all the others.
"I must say I am pleased that the dark lord has indulged my whim" Lucius drawled as he begun to drag me upstairs "I can punish you now for having the audacity to vomit on my floor and speak back to me"
I glanced around nervously and paled when I saw somebody coming towards us as we reached the second floor. As the figure came forward I scowled. It was Lucius's son. That bastard had turned out just like his father. Cruel and manipulative with a habit of making muggleborns suffer whenever he knew he could get away with it. Draco was part of the reason I left Hogwarts for good.
"Ah father, your back so soon. I take it Bramwood offered no resistance" Draco drawled in a manner that was too much like Lucius "Oh and I'll assume that she is one of his little refugees. She's from Hogwarts if recall. A Ravenclaw who's mouth runs away with her. Do you know she was well acquainted with Granger. They even arranged a study group. It was quite pathetic but I suppose these creatures seek out their own kind don't they"
I blanched when Draco said this. It was bad enough I was related to an ally of the order. Now Lucius knew that I had some sort of tie to the brains of the golden trio. What if he suspected I had some sort of information on the golden trio's plan. Technically I did but I shouldn't. Granger risked a lot to send me a message one day via email. I'm not sure how she managed to get access to a computer. She told me what they were looking for and why. She also told me to run. My guess is that she found some public library on her travels and managed to use her account to borrow one. It wouldn't surprise me if Hermione kept such small trivial things on her even while being on the run.
Lucius looked down at me somewhat more intrigued and smiled at his son "The dark lord as gifted this mudblood to me. I cannot kill her but I am allowed to torture her. Once I have asserted my dominance you may have fun with her if you would like. Perhaps you could create some new spells that may come in handy when interrogating prisoners. She will be in no position to argue"
Draco looked down at me and his lip twisted into a cruel smile. He moved closer to me and looked me in the eyes while he spoke "I think I will enjoy that immensely father"
I felt a shiver run down my spine and yet again shrank into Lucius. He paid no heed and nodded at his son before he proceeded to drag me down the corridor.
