Absolute blundering fucking arsehole. That's what he was. Alison kicked a twig with her toe. How dare he break a deal, a bloody important one as well. A bloody damn important one. She had wandered away from the camp, making sure she had some view of it though as to not walk into the field surrounding it.

This was ridiculous, the idea of being snatched hadn't even occurred to her while working in the hospital, as selfish as it sounded, she had nothing to worry about. A Slytherin surely wouldn't. So she thought... And then Scabior and his band of imbecile snatchers come along and terrify her breathless, torture, abuse and hold her captive. For a reason Alison could still not figure out. Scabior seemed to have this odd 'thing' for keeping her around.

She was pretty...people had told her so and she tended to get hit on a lot at by cheesy muggles and the odd wizard at work. But that was it! Alison pulled a leaf from a tree and twirled it in her fingers as she strolled. I mean, he could get a lot better in her opinion. She was barely a B cup for Merlin's sake! And didn't exactly throw herself at him, she wasn't a good cook or a maid or whatever the heck she was meant to be doing. Her potion making abilities were barely needed now people tended to fight lamely against snatchers, hope was slowly fading for Harry Potter.

He should now have handed her over to the other men and then either killed her on the spot or chucked her at Greyback for dinner. Alison shuddered, glad that he hadn't. But then why was she still here? Why was she still in this camp, strolling in the woods as captive?

She glanced back at the camp, the smoke from the fire rising behind the poles from the tents. Those two girls were in some trouble if she didn't help them out. They were in one of those tents now... But how? Alison looked around her, how could she possibly help them? There was no convincing to be done and they very well couldn't just stroll out. The hole from her last escape would most definitely be patched up... If they could apparate it would work, the snatchers did it all the time. But with no wand it was hardl-

Alison stopped walking and looked back over at the camp. These were snatchers she was dealing with, 90% were the lowest of the low, free from Azkaban. Borrowing a wand from one of them should be...easy. Trick one of the simpler ones so she could slip their wand from their clutches. If she could do it to Scabior, she'd surely be able to do it to one of the others. Alison walked back into the direction of the camp and she could hear the chattering of voices still. "A solid nine?!" Someone snorted, "More like a sold three and a half! She was beggin' for it from you so she's hardly gonna be a nine and a fuckin' half!"

Alison strode silently closer, willing to get a look at the goings on of the camp, who would work for her plan? The snorting man was leaning against the pole of one of the tents Alison had never been in, chatting to a bulky but stumped man. "She was I swear!"

He turned around and Alison had a sudden surge of déjà vu, The stumpy man was the man she'd whacked across the head with a frying pan on one of her very first days here. Alison almost grinned but remembering her first ever shot with the cruciatus curse from Scabior as a result, she shuddered.

He mustn't be that smart if he'd been knocked out by a little girl prisoner whom he was supposed to be guarding? Alison peeked out the other side of the tree shed been hiding behind, Scabior was nowhere to be seen in the camp, this was her time to make a move. "Hello there!" Alison stepped out towards the two men who both looked up, the bulky one nearly raising his wand in surprise and Alison glanced down at it, then back up, smiling.

"What'd you want?" The first one grunted and Alison shrugged, "I dunno." She stepped closer and the two men stayed where they were. "I was just bored."

The taller of the two snickered, "Bored are you? Why don't you run off to Scabior then, I'm sure he'll find a way to entertain you."

Alison first instinct was to glare back in response but she held herself, merely smiling. "I just thought I'd come introduce myself-"

"We know who you are." He spoke again and Alison acknowledged that the man she was after had yet to speak, "What's your name?" She asked and he shuffled slightly, "Parkesaw."

"Nice to meet you Parkesaw." Alison held out her hand and he shook it limply, a dumb expression on his face. Perfect. Alison smiled brightly, watching his wand peeking from his pocket from the corner of her eye. The other man grunted and Alison looked at him, "And you are?"

"Tomer." Alison held out her hand but Tomer ignored it.

"Come on Parkesaw..." He beckoned Parkesaw away and Alison shook her head, "Where are you two going?"

"Out." He walked off and Parkesaw followed limply. But not before Alison brushed a leaf off his shoulder, "Parkesaw, you've got dirt on you coat."

"Oh." He replied before slumbering off after Tomer.

Alison stood still as she watched them walk off, slipping Parkesaw's wand up her sleeve. Simply. Alison grinned to herself. That was far too easy. She could have done this months ago! Alison shook her head in disbelief as she felt the food wood of the wand against her skin.

Now all she needed was to get into the tent to the two girls, and apparate away! She could be out of the by nightfall, Alison felt the excitement flush over her...

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"Let go of me!" Alison tried to pull his arms off her torso but it was useless, Scabior shoved her to the ground ruthlessly and she hit the forest floor hard. "Tha' was a bloody stupi' thing to do, eh?" He wiped his mouth furiously. He flung Parkesaw's wand behind him and Parkesaw himself scrambled for it, "I'll deal with you la'er, ya NINNY!" Scabior shouted back at him.

"But now..." Alison scrambled backwards through the leaves as Scabior stepped towards her, looking down at her in pure terror. "...you. D'ya think tha' was funny?"

Alison opened her mouth but nothing came out as she shook her head. "D'ya think this is YOUR bloody camp?"

Alison flinched and Scabior bent down, his hands on his knees, "Then why did you do it?"

"You said you'd leave me alone-"

"I say a lot o' fuckin' things, is my camp, I say whatever the fuck I wan'. An' you know that." Scabior's voice became harsher with every word.

"I wanted to let them go!" Alison backed up against the trunk of a tree, shaking her head vigorously. She made her way into the tent just before they'd caught her. Shed thrown the wand to the brunette who quickly vanished, leaving the devastated blonde. Greyback grabbed her from behind and informed the others, Scabior angrily in their midst.

"I wanted to let them go!" Scabior put on a mocking girly London accent, "It doesn' matter what you wan'. You're jus' a captive in this camp, you get no fuckin' say in what you want." He spat, "This is a snatch'ers camp, you do what we say!"

Alison flinched again and pushed harder back up against the trunk, she'd never seen Scabior so terrifying. Her heart was pumping wildly against her chest and her hand scraped against the leaves in shaken horror.

"You seem to 'ave lost your sense of authori'y roun' 'ere." Scabior titlted his head in mock wonder at her and Alison shook her head again, "No."

"Yes you 'ave Beau'iful, think its time we brough' it back?" Scabior's eyes seemed to scream mischief and Alison shrinked through his intimidation. "Think its time we brough' it back?!" Scabior shouted behind him and the men jeered as Scabior grinned scarily, pointing his wand at Alison, "Get up Beau'iful..."

Alison continued to shake her head, "Please don't!"

"Come on...up we go." Scabior ignored her, pulling her up, her back pressed against his chest as she tried to pull free as he led her to his tent, "No! Please!" Alison persisted to scramble but he barely felt it, pushing her inside, he pressed his wand tip against her neck but she didn't even notice until he told her to sit and she refused so he plunged it against her cheek. She whimpered as Scabior pushed her to the ground in front the supporting middle pole of the tent.

A flick of his wand and a rope tied her hands together behind she pole and she sat against it, her legs out in front of her. "Scabior please don't!" Alison pulled her legs towards her chest but he only smiled jeerily, "Just a minute Beau'iful..."

He walked out of the tent. Alison looked on in surprise at the now empty tent, what the hell? It was dark outside but the night was warm and she shuffled on the floor, trying to loosen the rope tying her hands around the pole behind her in a panic. What would he do to her this time-

"Ello there.." Scabior entered again and Alison froze in a mixture of suspense and horror, he had the blonde Hogwarts student with him.

She looked as terrified as Alison felt and she was clearly shaking, her eyes wide and her mouth parted slightly in a ridged shape. "No...NO!" Alison heard the plead in her voice this time as she looked from the student back to Scabior, putting two and two together.

Scabior ignored her, pushing the girl down a mere metre from where Alison sat. "What's your name Sweetie?" Scabior pushed the hair from the girls neck and whispered in her ear.

She mumbled something back and Scabior looked up at Alison then back again, "Sally?" He kissed her neck and she remained stiffly terrified. "Sally..."

Alison shook her head in disbelief, "No..."

"'Ave you met Alison?" Scabior pushed the girl forward to face Alison face to face, he pointed to Alison and the girl followed his finger, "She's very pretty isn't she?" The girl could only look at Alison in reply, like a deer in the headlights. "Let her go!" Alison attempted to reach forward but failed, the rope holding her firmly in place.

"But Alison 'as been disobeyin' my orders..." He pulled Sally back to him and twirled his finger around the scarf she was wearing, "So you're gonna pay."

Sally made a low whimpering sound and she closed her eyes shut, "Scabior stop!" Alison said but Scabior merely slipped his hand around Sally's small waist, "Tell me, Swee'ie... are you a virgin?"

Alison took a sharp intake of breath and proceeded to shout at him, "Stop it!"

The girls lip started to tremble and she barely nodded her head and Scabior looked down at her in a violating way, "That's a nice girl."

Alison felt hot tears form in her eyes, "Scabior!" He looked up at the sound of his name, "Please." Alison tried hard to convince him but her words seemed meaningless as he slid his hand up the girls thigh, still looking at Alison, "If you do somethin' an' I don' like it...you will not get away with it Beau'iful. You're in my camp Alison."

Alison let go of the breath she'd been holding in just as the girl named Sally began to cry, softly and helplessly. He groped her roughly and she began to cry harder, still sitting limply at his disposal, "I'm sorry Scabior..." Alison was pleading, tears like Sally's rolling down her chin, "I'm sorry for everything I've done." She was begging him now as he kissed her throat, "I'll do anything and everything you want!" Alison was shouting now, willing anything for him to stop this torture, "Scabior, please stop." He momentarily pulled away from Sally who was lying in a whimpering mess on the ground, "'Ave you learn' your lesson?"

Alison nodded furiously through tears, hoping for him to stop. "Hmm..." Scabior inched closer to her and she could feel his breath, "I doubt it, your a tough one to break." Then came something Alison hadn't expected, Scabior smacked her across the face, she felt the force hit her cheek with a flashing sound and she cried out, he had done horrible things but he'd never hit her before. Her head fell to the side in pain and shock and Scabior tilted it back up, "I'm goin' to fuck this little girl, this little fifteen year old virgin. An I'm goin' to love it. An' don' worry abou' bein' left out..." Scabior tilted his head back and shouted, making Sally jump, "GREYBACK!"

Greyback entered swiftly, as if he'd been waiting outside for this, he advanced on Sally but Scabior stopped him. He nodded to Alison and Alison shook her head, "No Scabior, anything...anything but-"

Greyback looked momentarily surprised, then a huge, filthy grin appeared on his face and a snarl left his mouth. He grabbed the rope and snapped it with a flick of his wrists and pulled Alison who was screaming in terror from the floor. "NO! Scabior!" As if Scabior would help her. Alison tried to kick Greyback when he dug his nails into her back, she let out an earpiercing scream and he pulled her to what must have been his tent.

"SCABIOR!" Alison screamed once more

"Scabior said he'd let me have you one day..." Greyback growled and Alison stopped, staring at him, "...he said you'd bring it on yourself." Alison let out a cry and Greyback grinned, snapping his teeth.