Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration Professor, barely stirred as the door to her dungeon cell creaked opened and light flooded in. She, the stoic Scottish witch, had given up on escape after a mere couple of weeks of captivity. Voldemort himself had taken pleasure in breaking her spirit as it were. To her shame, he had indeed broken her, broken her severely. She had been cursed, beaten with a variety of objects and raped so many times she no longer fought. She had learnt he gave up quickly if she didn't. They had taken her wand the first night and her clothes had followed soon after. She doubted she would see either again. She had adapted to the coldness of her damp, dungeon prison on her naked form and her hunger no longer overtook her.
"Hope you don't mind company, Professor," Bellatrix LeStrange taunted as she pushed in the newest two captives. The crazed witch frowned at the lack of response from Minerva. She walked over and kicked the witch's midriff and smiled happily as the witch let out a groan. "Don't die on me yet Professor. I want to watch your face when Magical Britain falls to the Dark Lord. Hogwarts will then be transformed into a proper school for purebloods to be proud of. It's only a matter of time before we get your precious Harry Potter and then the rest of the pathetic opposition will fold." With a final kick to the witch laying on the ground, Bellatrix swept out of the room.
"It's McGonagall," Fred Weasley said in shock.
"Oh McG," George Weasley said sadly. "What have those bastards done to you?"
Minerva managed to move her head to see the bloodied forms of George and Fred Weasley. "Do not worry yourselves over me," she croaked out as she tried to sit up. The twins rushed to help her. "Escape when you can."
"We plan on it," Fred said with the mischievous smile he usually wore. "We went through all of the trouble to get captured so we could rescue you. We just didn't expect them bastards to throw us in the same cell with you."
"What luck," George said with a grin.
"You what," she asked in disbelief. "Please tell me you did not get captured on purpose. I am expendable."
"Sorry McG but we don't think so," George said refusing to lie to their beloved teacher. "We love you too much to let the bastards torture and kill you."
"It took us a while to figure out where you were being held and then make plans on how to get to you," Fred said.
"Us who," she questioned, her mind attempting to solve the puzzle they presented. "The Order would never send anyone to harm's way if it could be helped."
"True McG," the twins said in unison.
George continued, "The Order couldn't quit arguing between themselves to do anything. We went rogue."
She frowned at them and then remembered her nakedness. She groaned in frustration upon realizing the twins saw her naked form. Fred quickly removed his shirt and helped her cover herself. "Sorry McG," he offered sheepishly. "I should have offered the shirt immediately."
"We have a plan but it will take a few days for reinforcements to arrive," George said reassuringly. He pulled off something from his neck and put it behind her ear. "That is a muggle bandaid of sorts but tracking runes are installed on them. Make sure that stays on you and the team will know your location. You just have to stay alive until help arrives."
She touched the ultra thin soft plastic piece and thought it was an ingenious plan. "You bloody fools," she huffed as she pulled them into a hug, one that would rival their mother's.
"We love you too McG," they said as they wordlessly shifted her off of the cold dungeon floor and onto them. They would provide her with all the warmth they could. They would protect her as much as possible!
Minerva frowned as she was led into a outside ritual site. She had been removed from her dungeon cell that very morning by Narcissa Malfoy and led to a suite fit for a pureblood. She was bathed, dressed in a rather risqué nightgown and ceremonial robes and then her hair and makeup had been fixed. She had asked why but the pureblood witch had ignored her questions. Minerva was unsure if she choose not to answer or was unable to do so. The woman seemed to pity her and it made her uncomfortable.
"The guest of honor has arrived," Voldemort mocked her as she moved into a stone circle with an altar. Her body shuttered at the dark magic she felt the closer she got to the stone slab in the middle. "You can sense the magic of this place. It is amazingly overwhelming at times."
Voldemort grabbed Minerva roughly and lifted her body onto the altar. She was forced to lay down then her arms and legs were bound by rope to a few of the massive stones from the circle. He ran a finger down her cheek. "I have grown tired of your lack of fight," he said frowning somewhat. "Your magical ability is rather amazing and I would hate to see that Ross bloodline die out. I have to decided to be merciful and not kill you outright. You are aware of the Animagus Mating Ritual I assume?"
Minerva closed her eyes and willed herself not to cry. Centuries ago, pureblood wizards wanted to control their families, their independent thinking daughters more specifically, and the ritual was one of the ways they did so. The Animagus Mating Ritual took away the freedom from the animagus and basically made them a slave and property to the one that completed the ritual. Old pureblood families would put their animagus female in the circle and then sell chances to enter the circle to other animagus. The circle would only allow other animagi to enter and the witch animagus would usually find herself permanently bound to whoever completed the ritual.
"I see you have," he said with malevolent glee. "I have invited my most loyal Death Eaters to partake in the ritual. It would be such a shame to lose that precious Ross blood so I have decided to make sure you birth a child that can be raised in a proper pureblood home."
With that he forced her to drink a potion, one she assumed was a fertility potion, and told the old druid priest to start the ritual. Minerva was horrified at the thought and struggled against her restraints. Voldemort laughed cruelly before he walked out of the ritual circle and simply watched.
A bright green dome of magic covered the ritual stone and Voldemort raised his eyebrow in suprise. Only the most powerful witches were able to project a protection of sorts and yet Minerva McGonagall managed a dome of protection. He was intrigued on who would finally break through her barriers and take her.
A loud boom and spell fire interupted his musings. He watched as his Death Eaters started falling quickly and decided it was time for a hasty retreat. "Retreat," he shouted as he made his escape. He had wanted to see the ritual completed but he could at least take victory in Minerva McGonagall's death. She would die if the ritual wasn't completed and he doubted many animagus were among her liberators.