Just to be warned, there are scenes of torture in this chapter. I don't think their too extreme, but I'm not everyone...so don't say you weren't warned!

The healthy man does not torture others - generally it is the tortured who turn into torturers - Carl Jung

Upon her arrival to her safe house in Dresden, Anna immediately knew there was something wrong- and it had nothing to do with the temporarily paralysed werewolf she was struggling to hold up.

She kept up a calm and uncaring exterior while chaining Greyback to the chair in her state of the art interrogation room, speaking down to him and taunting him, going the extra mile to aggravate him in his incapacitated state. Just when she none too gently injected the antidote to the sedative in his thick neck, she heard hushed voices from upstairs begin to elevate.

Stepping out of the room and into the cold corridor, she drew the glock from her right leg holster and quietly slipped up the stairs from the basement to the ground floor. Pausing on the top step, she held the gun tightly and placed her ear against the door.

It was old, and rough and in bad repair. The dry wood rubbed harshly against the smooth skin of her ear, but she paid it no attention as she analysed the situation on the opposite side of the door. She knew there were four people standing in the foyer; they were relatively close to each other, and one of them was definitely female. They were also arguing, and didn't seem to be coming to any agreement.

It was unlikely that they were Paladins- they wouldn't be stupid enough to argue, even if they had somehow found the safe house. She entertained the idea that they could be junkies, but quickly dismissed it- junkies wouldn't be able to navigate past the traps set around the exterior of the house.

This led to one last option- they were wizards.

Either Arthur had ratted her out to Dumbledore and they were arguing over what to do when she arrived with Greyback, or...they were friends of Greyback, and were arguing over what to do with Arthur, who should be here by now.

She would gain nothing more from assessing the situation from behind the door; there were four of them, standing approximately in the centre of the room and she had the element of surprise.

Bracing the weight on her left leg, she relished in the freedom of her newly healed right ankle and kicked fiercely through the door. Splinters exploded into the musty and dilapidated foyer, the sound of the bang echoing through the empty house. The arguing came to an immediate halt when Anna burst into the room. A deadlier hush fell over the old house when the occupants of the room recognized each other.

Arthur Weasley immediately lowered his wand...as did Harry, Hermione and Ron. The hand holding her gun was not shaking; it was perfectly still, and trained on Arthur- upon entering the room, she quickly picked out the biggest target.

"What the fuck are you three doing here?" Completely ignoring the frightened and blank stares, she focused her ire on the three students before her. In her anger, she had not yet put her gun away, and was pointing it around in lieu of using her finger. It did not do much to encourage Harry, Hermione or Ron to speak, but it did prevent her from punching a hole in one of the walls.

Such a stress on the fragile upper foundations would most certainly result in the entire three stories collapsing.

"Arthur, why are they here?"

"Well...you see, Anna...the kids, well that is to say Harry-" Arthur's bright blue eyes were shifting between her, the kids and the gun. He eventually became so distracted with being on the opposite end of the gun that he forgot how to speak.

"Actually, you know what, I don't care." Mechanically holstering her gun again, Anna pinched the bridge of her nose and looked at the four people standing in front of her. "Do you have any idea how many insufferable hours you could have added to this process if Greyback heard you arguing?"

"Greyback is here, right now?" A flash of something flashed across Harry Potter's face, and she didn't like the look of it. She decided to address her own angry emotions rather than his though.

God knows she'll have to keep them under wraps during this process.

"Of course he is. I said I'd find him, didn't I?" She glared at each of them individually. "I would have been an hour ago if I didn't need to search his lair." Unfortunately, she couldn't find Ginny Weasley in Greyback's little cabin.

"Now, what the bloody hell are you three doing here?" She hoped they'd be faster at answering this time.

The antidote should nearly have made its way through Greyback's system by now; it wouldn't do him any harm to stew in his own fear for a few minutes. With the amount of chains she had strapped him to the chair with, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"You forgot to bring this."Hermione muttered timidly, holding up the pensieve.

"Of course, the answer to all my problems...a fruit bowl." She sighed in irritation, knowing full well that she wouldn't have gotten far without it. Not unless she wanted to take a trip inside his head, which unfortunately for both of them wasn't much of an option. Much to her disdain, the mutt had to stay alive until Ginny was back at Hogwarts. She was hoping he wouldn't figure this out until she got what she needed out of him.

"Anna..."Ron Weasley began hesitantly, his question wavering under her glare. When she took a breath and relaxed, he felt safe in continuing.

"Where exactly are we?" She could tell by his voice that Ron Weasley wasn't entirely sure in the security the relic that the former industrial Germany offered.

"Back in 1945 when the Allies bombed Dresden, the damage inflicted was so extensive that some repairs are still ongoing. They were practically giving away old workhouses." She gestured to their dilapidated surroundings, where the upper storey was visible through a hole in the ceiling. The only source of light poured in through the gaps in the boarded up windows, adding to the run down atmosphere of the room. She peered through one of the gaps, surveying the silent perimeter. No one ventured toward this region of the city; it was her specific reason for purchasing the place.

There was no one around to hear a person scream.

Reaching above her, she slid one of the wall panels aside to reveal a television screen built into the wall. The live picture feed on the screen changed every few seconds, but all she really wanted to see was Greyback. He appeared to have regained the use of his limbs, and was currently struggling against the chains binding him to the chair.

Hopefully he would be as eager in answering her questions.

"Don't be fooled by appearances." She sighed and slid the panel back over, facing her companions once more. "These upper levels keep up the necessary facade of destitution, but the basement is safer than a Swiss Bank Vault." She pounded the heavy sole of her boot against the floor. If it wasn't supported by reinforced steel, she would have been expecting to here a hollow knock.

"So, this is what's going to happen." She sighed, running a hand through her hair and checking her watch. She was mapping out a time schedule in her mind, speaking to them simultaneously.

"Sending you back to Hogwarts is out of the question; I don't trust Dumbledore not to pull this location out of you if you get caught sneaking back in." She was still angry with the crafty old wizard for deciding not to fill her in on Ginny's absence. She quickly shook free of the thoughts, and resolved to sort out that mess after she got through with this one.

"Instead, you're all going to stay up here and remain absolutely silent. When that mutt starts talking, I'll call for Arthur, he can get that silver string from his head and then-"

"Anna, how exactly do you plan on getting Greyback to talk?" She only glared at Arthur in response to him interrupting her. Nothing irritated her more than being interrupted when she was giving orders.

"It doesn't concern you. Now, am I understood?"

"Yes."

"Yeah."

"Got it."

She paused for a moment, and in that moment noticed something that shouldn't have escaped her.

"Where's Harry?" She asked slowly, noticing that the spectacled boy was missing from the room. Judging by the thick layer of dust that lay undisturbed on the staircase, he could only have gotten out one way. Without wasting a moment, she sprinted across the room, through the broken door and bounded down the pristine white corridor that led to the basement. The supreme contrast between the ground floor and the floors above it was almost enough to make someone dizzy.

"WHERE IS SHE?" The roaring coming from the bottom of the corridor informed her that she had indeed located Harry. He was, unfortunately, in the same room as the mutt. He also sounded extremely angry.

Coming to an abrupt halt, she braced her arms on the walls on either side of her and held fast in case Arthur, Ron or Hermione didn't manage to stop on time. When the pounding footsteps halted, she turned around and led them into a room on her right, next door to the one that held Greyback. It too was painted white, its sole piece of furnishing a metal table in the centre of the room.

The room was partially dark, with the only light pouring in through a window that didn't look outside, but actually into the room where Harry was alternating between punching Greyback in the face and roaring at him.

Except that it wasn't a window. It was a two way mirror.

"Stay here and leave the lights off. When Harry comes out, go back upstairs until I call for you. Ok?" The three were gaping into the room, watching Harry's fist pound into the bruising flesh of Greyback's face over and over again.

"Arthur, did you hear me?" She walked over and shook Arthur's shoulders, standing in front of him and drawing their attention to herself.

"Yes, yes I understand. Of course." His stare was still blank, his eyes not properly focused on her.

"Arthur, I'm serious. They cannot see this." The grave look in his blue eyes let her know she was understood.

Pausing outside the room containing Harry and Greyback, she took a deep breath, slipped into the appropriate mentality and made sure there were no cracks in her mask. She slowly strode in with a lazy smile on her face.

"Harry, no. You never start with the head." She drawled lazily, grabbing Harry's wrist before he could inflict anymore damage onto her prisoner. His knuckles would already be bruised enough as it was.

"After a few minutes, when the adrenaline and the endorphins start to rush, the victim can start to feel a little...woozy." She released Harry's hand and started circling slowly around Greyback, like a predator circles its prey, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

"After a few knocks, the person can tend to lose a certain...grip, on the reality of the situation. Pretty soon, they can't even remember why they're here, never mind what question's you're asking them." She spread an evil smile across her face, taking her time in surveying the grease in the matted tangles of his seedy blonde hair.

The only piece of furniture in this room was a chair made entirely of iron that weighed four hundred pounds. It was built feature of the room, attached not to the floor but to a thick curved metal column that stemmed from the back of the chair into the floor. It was a versatile instalment that she felt was well worth its mark's in weight.

"Now a person's fingers on the other hand. They...are a good place to start." She walked around Greyback's side, the smile still fixed on her face as she spoke to Harry. The look in his eyes told her how completely and utterly confused he was by her behaviour.

"Do you know what phalanges are?" She questioned Greyback.

His lips didn't even twitch, not even to release a grunt or growl at her in response to her grin.

"Yeah, I didn't either at one time. I never really was one for school, I never had the time. I was always jumping from one point to another...pardon the pun." She laughed heartily to herself, throwing her head back and then sighing, examining her finger nails before continuing.

There was some dirt under the nails that she would have to clean out later.

"I remember the exact day I found out what phalanges were; it was the same day someone tried to do to me, what I'm about to do to you." The smile dropped from her face for a few seconds, flashing back to another time. Those dark and dank surroundings were a world away from the atmosphere she had created here. The walls here were bright and clean, rather than grimy and wet with condensation. There were no flimsy wooden stools scattered around the room, just one single chair. The floor was solid, and didn't creak when you walked on it.

"You see the human body has ten fingers, well eight really after you exclude the thumbs, but we can forget about them for now, they aren't relevant just yet- Now I see you're anxiety, but don't worry. We'll get back to the question of thumbs very soon." She assured him in a sickly sweet manner, portraying concern and gripping his shoulder tightly. She wanted him to know that she could do whatever she wanted to him, and he had no power to stop her.

"Now where was I? Oh yes, the human body has eight fingers. Each finger is divided into three segments; the first segment, middle segment and base segment." She used her own hand to demonstrate this, pointing out each feature as she went on and speaking like a primary school teacher.

"Now, each segment is controlled by three different joints, commonly known as knuckles, or for someone such as yourself who has just been enlightened on the mechanics of the human finger, otherwise known as...yes, you got it- phalanges." She could see the light dawn in his dark little black eyes the moment he realised what this conversation was building up to.

She took a moment of silence, letting him know she didn't miss the flicker of fear run through him.

"As I was saying, the human body has eight fingers- multiply that by three and you get?...Twenty four!" She wasn't sure yet if he was going to speak until it was forced from him. In truth, she had no desire to hear his gravelly voice unless it was necessary.

"Twenty four tiny little bones control every movement your fingers make...twenty eight if you include thumbs, because they've only got two joints you see." She leaned over his side, her voice turning husky and whispering in his ear. He smelled of sweat, and fear. "That's twenty eight breakable bones in the human body, without even moving past your wrists."

She stood back up and resumed her stalking when she noticed Greyback's attention flare to Harry. The last thing she needed was to have to restrain the teenager in front of her prisoner- dissention in the ranks is not a good message to send.

"Someone told me once, and this is just in passing conversation, that the first phalange- yes, that one there beside your fingernail- I heard that that one is the most painful one to break." Her tone returned to one of normal conversation, catching Harry's gaze over the back of Greyback's head and staring pointedly at him. He tried to mimic her mask, but she could see the fear growing in his eyes.

"Or was it the most difficult one to break?" She turned her gaze away, staring into the mirror and nodding where she knew Arthur had been standing last. It was time for him to get ready to move upstairs.

"I'm going to give you fifteen seconds to tell me what I want to know, before I start using your fingers to jog my memory." She stalked around to Greyback again, leaning over him and staring straight into the empty depths of his eyes.

"I should warn you, before you make any rash decisions, that this door can only be opened from the inside." Silence held while she desperately hoped that the threat alone could force some sort of information from him.

1...2...3...

His nostrils flared as he kept his gaze locked on hers. The whiskers on his upper lip twitched, when he inhaled her scent.

4...5...6...

He struggled against the chains, pushing forward. He moved quickly, but it didn't shock her. She didn't move a muscle.

8...9...10...

His breathing began to pick up, and for a second she thought he was arguing with himself whether or not to crack.

11...12...13...

When she saw him salivating, she knew it was the temptation of her blood that excited him.

14...15...

"Fine then, Harry go outside and shut the door." She stood up and turned to Harry, nodding to the door and moving to the corner of the room. He hesitated, his eyes following her movement.

She bent down in front of a red tool chest and was searching through it.

Finding what she was looking for, she stood up mechanically and walked towards the door. Harry backed out of it, stepping further back from her with every step she took towards him. When she closed the heavy metal door, it wasn't the fear, or the guilt on his face that spoke volumes to her...

It was the concern, spilling from his bright green eyes.

When she turned back to the lecherous beast sitting in the chair, it wasn't with an evil smile; it was with a glare of disgust.

She marched up to him and placed the heavy pliers at the base of his thumb. Without breaking a sweat, she twisted her hand fiercely, ignoring the gut wrenching crunch of bone breaking.

Greyback bit his tongue and grunted, clenching his right hand into a fist.

"Where is Ginny Weasley?" She questioned him, positioning the pliers against the next knuckle.

...

Greyback's growl sent vibrations up her own skin. She stood up in front of him, ignoring the blood pooling down her wrist and looked into his bloodshot eyes.

"Where is Ginny Weasley?"

He remained silent, coughing out a shivering breath from his exerted lungs.

She knelt down once more, this time at his left leg. She ripped up the leg of his trousers and used her dagger to slice cleanly through his Achilles tendon.

This time, he roared.

...

His screams rang through the air, involuntarily slipping through the muscles he lost control of. She turned up the voltage until his screams became so high pitched, she thought the glass would shatter.

She released the jump leads attached to the two metal rods sticking out from his thighs, effectively shutting off her own makeshift electric chair.

"Where is Ginny Weasley?" She repeated for what must have been the hundredth time. She avoided checking her watch, not wanting to Greyback to know that she was becoming impatient.

"You just wait till I get out of this you little bitch, when I get my claws on you I'll- AAAAAAH" She didn't have the patience to listen to his threats, and hooked him up to the car battery again.

...

She walked over the toolbox and dropped the bolt cutters back in. Wiping sweat from her brow, she walked back over to the chair. Raising her booted foot and placing it between Greyback's legs, she gave it a hard push and watched as the chair leaned backwards.

The metal column supporting it lowered into the floor, holding Greyback at a steady angle.

Anna moved to the left, sliding a panel of the wall to the side and pulling a hose and a heavy rag.

She threw the rag over the prisoners face and let him wait in anticipation. Holding his breath wouldn't help him any.

She watched his body thrash and tremble when she turned the hose on and poured water over his face.

...

"Where is Ginny Weasley?"

She raised the hammer, never letting her eyes stray from Greyback's face when she plunged it heavily onto his hand. He brought more pain on himself when he tried to curl his broken fingers into a fist.

"She screamed when we took her." He rasped out, his voice hoarse from shouting and screaming. "She has such a pretty little face...it was such a pity to scar it."

She put the hammer down gently, her head already throbbing from Greyback's screams and taunts. She stood in front of him and pulled her gun from its holster once more, taking aim.

The shot rang out in the room, but wasn't enough to drown out his screams. She thought he was loud before, but when her bullet fired into his kneecap, he wailed. Shivers ran down her spine, and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end.

She gave him a few seconds, his body twitching from left to right and curses flying from his mouth. Saliva dribbled down his chin, falling and staining his tattered shirt.

"You have a chance of walking still with one kneecap intact. Those chances diminish exponentially if I shoot the other one. A wolf that can't run isn't much use to anyone, is he?" She held the gun by her side, the metal cool in her sweating hands.

"We both know...I'm not leaving here...alive. What's...the point...in me telling you...anything?" It did amaze her, the way his grin remained evil while he was barely able to speak through his pain.

She remained indifferent to his plight.

"Mobility isn't something that I'd gamble with, but if that's a chance you're willing to take then so be it." She shrugged her shoulders and raised the gun again. She didn't really need that long to aim, but was glad she over exaggerated it when she heard him speak.

"Wait...please, wait." He rasped.

"Where is she?" Anna lowered the gun and stared at his face. It was swollen and bloody, a deep gash above his brow still trickling blood down his chin.

"There's a cottage in Cornwall...near Deer park. The girl's being held in a tent behind that." His head lolled against his chest. She nodded, holstering her gun and pulling the door open.

She marched up the stairs and walked into the foyer.

Ron and Harry sat around a trembling Hermione. They all gasped when they heard her enter, and Anna could tell by the red rims around Hermione's eyes Arthur hadn't followed her instructions.

"You didn't leave the room when I told you to." She stated evenly.

"No, we didn't." Harry didn't look at her when he spoke.

"Where's Arthur?" She asked them, her voice still detached.

"He's gone to get Dumbledore." Ron's voice held a bite fiercer than that of a starved grey wolf.

"Right, well I'm going to need one of you then. He talked." Harry looked up at her quickly, and didn't waste time before gently taking the pensieve from Hermione's shaking hands.

He walked past her and into the room, coming to a stop when he saw Greyback's defeated form.

She nudged him forward, prodding him closer to the prisoner.

"Harry's going to get some...evidence, of your claim." Greyback didn't appear to have the energy to even make a sarcastic comment. His breaths had become shallower since she left him just a few moments ago.

She couldn't bring herself to find fascination in watching a memory being extracted. Harry brought the silver substance into the large basin and let it drop. When he walked over to her, he instructed her to follow his lead as the leant into the bowl.

It was the strangest sensation, moving into someone's memory. Had she not detached herself so completely over the past few hours, she thought that she might have quite liked it.

Now, all she wanted was to end this.

Her eyes immediately drifted to Ginny Weasley, who was chained to a wooden beam in the centre of the room. There were tear tracks running down her face, but she did not appear to be crying. There was a grim determination on her face.

She was strong...she would still be alive.

There was grass beneath her feet, blending with the green cloth of the tent that surrounded them. Outside, she could see the shadows of two men, standing guard at the closed entrance point.

She turned around to see Harry had unconsciously drifted towards Ginny. He was kneeling in front of her, his hand stretching towards her, yet she looked right through him. Then she heard an evil cackle from behind her.

How could she have forgotten...this was Greyback's memory. Of course he would be here.

She quickly turned to find him striding towards her. Before she could move, he walked right through her...it was odd, to be so completely invisible. She found it...liberating.

"Let me see some more of those tears, sweet heart." He dropped his yellow nailed hand at Ginny's cheek, running his claw like nails across her skin. Harry growled and swiped at him, his hand moving right through him.

There were tears in the boy's eyes when she grabbed his elbow.

"Harry, we have to go." She spoke in a flat voice. The look he gave her when he turned to look at her cut right through her.

He gave Ginny one last look, before they pulled back.

Standing in the room with Greyback once more, she moved to the corner of the room and picked up her black rucksack. Both her and Harry exited the room, and she pulled the door closed behind her. She would Jump back in and finished Greyback later.

She grabbed Harry's elbow and was pulling him back upstairs when he grabbed her elbow and pulled her back around.

"You're taking me with you." There were tears in his eyes, and his voice was shaking. It was shaking with anger.

"No, it's too dangerous." She spoke once more in that flat voice that made her heart sink every time she realised it was her own voice. She turned away again, moving towards the steps once more.

This time when Harry grabbed her, he turned her around fully and tried to shove her against the wall. She quickly raised her right arm, knocking Harry's arms to the side and held her left forearm against his throat, pinning him to the opposite wall.

"I don't have time to keep an eye on you." She growled, angry with him for tempting her anger. He didn't realise what sort of fragile state she was in at the moment.

"Who's going to keep an eye on you then? Who's going to make sure that you don't take your own time butchering through the death eaters? I watched you earlier...we all did. You never even flinched!" His eyes were burning into hers.

A cold weight wrapped around her chest, flowing slowly into the pit of her stomach. He was right...she didn't flinch. Not once.

Not when blood splattered across her face, not when Greyback's muscles started to spasm...not even when he shrieked to the high heavens. It just irritated her, because of how long it was taking.

She was growing weary with this place.

"The things happening in your wizarding war aren't oddities of nature. They are facts of life. They have been happening around the globe, for hundreds of years and will keep happening, until this god awful place finally burns to ash. You're wizarding war makes up a miniscule piece of the terror and suffering that occurs in this world on a daily basis...and guess what Harry? It's only going to get worse before it gets better. So I suggest you TOUGHEN UP!" She growled into his face.

She shoved against him and stepped back, fixing her rucksack and pinning him to the wall with her eyes.

"In a few years from now, when you go to bed at night and close your eyes you'll have nightmares. If they consist of what I did to that cretin, in that room, on this day...then consider yourself lucky."

She stormed up the hall without a backwards glance to the shell shocked boy. The busted door that was already hanging off its hinges lay on the ground when she pushed through it.

"Get back to Hogwarts. Now." She growled. She disappeared before them instantly with an unforgiving fire burning from her eyes.

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