I can do this, Lilith repeated in her mind for about the millionth time as she climbed the stairs, hand clutching the rail tighter than was necessary. She'd been telling herself the same mantra since she'd woken at 4 a.m. that morning, several hours earlier than she'd been planning to rise. Breakfast had been left half eaten, the other half rested uneasily in her belly. If all these others, such as trained guards, were scared of these men why shouldn't she be? It was too late to go home though, she'd sold her condo and rented a new place in Great Britain. The lease was signed and the ink dry. Her new little cabin was lovely, secluded on a heavily wooded road and so far she really liked it. Hopefully it would provide the peace and solitude she'd likely need after work. Yes it was too late to go home and prove her family correct.

Lilith, unable to sleep or eat, had gone into work early to read over the case files of her patients. While she'd known the overview of their positions in the war and their crimes, or lack thereof, there was much more detail than she had previously been told. One teensy little detail they'd left out was the fact that Fenrir Greyback was a werewolf. As such he listed as being prone to extreme fits of violence, especially near the full moon. Shacklebolt, the man that had hired her, had described him as the most violent among the group, saying little more. Rabastan reversely had been described as Greyback's equal but not much evidence could be found in his file, not much comparatively that was. Both Malfoys had been described as dangerous and manipulative but no actual attacks, while in Azkaban, had been listed.

At the top of the stairs Lilith took a moment to collect herself and take some much needed deep breaths. When her heart rate was about halved, though still well above normal, the medi-witch entered floor five. It was early and deathly quiet and she felt like everyone could hear the thumping of her heart as she walked the row, which must have been true because several of the men roused immediately.

"Welcome back witch." Thorfinn called, jumping up to the bars with an animalistic grin. It sounded more like a threat than a greeting however. Had he been that large yesterday?

Thorfinn smiled his most threateningly at the witch as she passed and allowed his eyes to rake her body. Though he and Greyback had decided to take it easy on her for the first week or so he would still have a little fun with her.

His awakening was soon followed by others. Rodolphus too became rowdy, cat calling and reaching for her. The younger Malfoy stood near his bars but just watched with cold, curious eyes, same as his father Lucian. Even though they were behind bars both men seemed to be looking down on the witch. The younger Lestrange brother, Rabastan sat back on his cot watching her every move like a hawk but showed no emotion. He had no idea what to make of Anders, she wasn't smiling but nor was she scowling like many of the others. Dolohov, who had been described distinctly as never to be trusted, looked to still be asleep as she passed his cell on the way to the guards office. Once again Lilith forced herself to make eye contact with each man, determined to not let them see her fear.

Fenrir watched from the darkness of his cell as the new witch walked quickly up the row and grinned. New blood and she smelled delicious. Just as she passed he suddenly leapt up to the bars and let out a deep howl, throwing his head back. He took immense pleasure when Lilith, who hadn't previously seen him, gasped and jumped several feet back, hand over her heart. This was met by a voracious round of laughter and jeering at her expense. Even Dolohov who had just roused got a little laugh out of it. Breathless with laughter, he hung his arms out the bars and gave her a devious wink.

"Well good morning to you as well Mr. Greyback." Lilith greeted, quickly bouncing back, outwardly anyway. Inside she was fairly certain her heart had stopped for a time. "Very kind of you to wake the group up for my arrival."

His grin widened as she hurried on towards the cock suckers' office. She had a nice arse but the little witch was dead in the water. Erons looked up when the new medi-witch entered the office and shook his head ever so slightly. He owed Peter a dollar. He'd been positive after seeing the men and feeling the atmosphere she wouldn't come back, many others hadn't. Erons hadn't even bothered to remember her name because he was that bloody certain. She looked nervous but smiled and greeted them warmly. Longbottom did nothing more than wave but that wasn't unusual. He'd become increasingly colder over the years as if Azkaban was sucking the life out of him. Still trying to squelch the fire from her cheeks Lilith grabbed her clipboard from the wall hanger as Erons climbed to his feet. When looking over the DeathEaters' charts it didn't appear that much effort had been put into actually monitoring their health, there were notes upon notes regarding their behavior but very little actual medical information. That would change today.

"Are you sure about this?" Erons asked skeptically and grabbed the ring of cell keys from the top drawer.

Medi-witch Hopkins had rarely requested to enter the cells, prefering to speak to them from the outside but this woman had insisted she would be going into every single one. He had to give her credit for being ballsy but he'd bet another dollar she wouldn't last the week.

"It'll be fine, you'll be right there if anything happens." it had been intended to be a statement but sounded more like a question when it passed her lips.

Lilith knew that had blatantly refused to return to floor five after an "incident", which despite repeated askings she'd never been told what happened or who it had been with. It wasn't exactly a confidence booster but what the hell, everyone had to go sometime. She'd taken an oath to help people.

"I'll never be more than a few feet away." he smiled to try and reassure the witch despite how his belly flip flopped every time he had to open their cages.

When they returned to the row of cells all seven men were up and staring in their direction. Dolohov watched raptly, studying her every move like she was a chess game to be out strategized. Lilith forced herself to smile and moved to the werewolf's cell.

"Well since you're so eager Mr Greyback we'll start with you."

Fenrir grinned toothily at the witch in reply and stepped back as Erons unlocked the cage door. He'd go easy on her for the first week, as would they all, hopefully. What fun was it if your new toy broke on the first day?

"May I come in?" she asked before crossing the threshold which surprised him greatly.

He quickly covered his surprise with a smirk and swept his arm in a gesture for Lilith to enter. She looked up at his immense height, the wolf being a foot taller than herself at the least and frowned.

"Would you mind terribly sitting down while I take your vitals? It seems I've forgotten my stepladder."

Fenrir enjoyed the jest at her own lack of height, rising to almost the bottom of his shoulders, and sat on the edge of his cot. She put the stethoscopes buds in her ears and rubbed the listening device across her wrist briskly before applying it to his hairy chest. She smiled when he looked at her questioningly.

"Just warming it up Mr. Greyback. May I call you Fenrir?" Lilith asked, looking into steel colored eyes full of anger and hate. It wasn't aimed at her necessarily but it was there, ever looming.

She was being overly polite but the first step to gaining trust was not doing things without permission. Lilith took a moment to listen to what sounded like a very healthy heart before stringing the tool back around her neck.

"Would that make you happy?" he croned sarcastically.

Why was she being so bloody nice? Was her meekness and sweetness part of a ploy? Hopkins had been nice at first too but had turned out to be a fucking cunt.

"It would." was her absent reply as she wrapped her hand around his wrist to take his pulse.

Hopkins had never done that and he flinched a bit at the warmth of her small hand. It had been quite some time since anyone had touched him...nicely.

"Then I couldn't possibly refuse."

Lilith ignored the caustic tone of his scratchy voice and busied herself with taking his blood pressure. It too was quite robust and she noted it on his chart.

"Everything looks very good on paper Fenrir. How are you feeling, any complaints physically?"

Once again Fenrir was taken aback but expertly covered it up. He could hear her rapid heartbeat quite distinctly and yet there she was asking about his health, already having taken more time with him than Hopkins would in a month. The fuck was wrong with her? Should he tell her his complaints though, or would it just fall on more deaf ears?

The wolf snorted contemptuously before answering.

"Showers."

Lilith met his hard gaze and frowned.

"What about the showers?"

The witch had blinked so innocently he knew she had no idea how many showers they weren't provided with. Yes he and the other men weren't what one would call decent but they still had pride for fucks sake. The smells coming off himself and the others was especially torturous for a man with a sense of smell as refined as Fenrir's.

"A man needs more than one a week...if that." he growled in a low voice.

"That won't do." Lilith agreed, trying to suppress the anger in her voice. "Three a week?" she quirked a brow and he nodded.

Fenrir didn't have much hope for it, her words seemed too good to be true. What was her end game?

"Three it is then." she agreed, making a mental note to thoroughly chastise the guards later. The men couldn't be allowed to see any tension between the staff as they were likely to find ways to use it for their benefit.

Rabastan watched the medi-witch as she moved from cell to cell with her bright smile. She seemed steady enough, gracefully ignoring the lewd remarks and eyes raking over the lovely curves of her body. Lilith was her name and she was even allowing the men to call her by it rather than calling her Miss so and so like the last five witches.

She had kind green eyes that were all too suddenly outside his metal crate and peering into his much darker orbs and catching him completely off guard. Hadn't she just been in with Lucian? The sweet little witch before Rabastan literally scared the fuck out of him.

"Whaaa?" he mumbled, having been too wrapped up in his thoughts to hear her soft spoken words.

"May I come in?" Lilith repeated and smiled sensing his skittishness.

"No!" he blurted, remaining back in the shadows.

Lilith frowned a little, almost as if he'd hurt her feelings but he couldn't let her in. She would start staring at him and taking notes, he just knew it. They always took notes and he bloody detested it. They'd stare at you, scribble, ask a question or two and reply with 'hmmmm' before scribbling some more. It made him feel like a cheap guinea pig in a pet store.

"Have I done something to offend you?"

She hadn't expected that reaction, the younger Lestrange brother looked almost frightened of her. Lilith smiled encouragingly when she finally caught his darting eyes.

"No." he replied slowly, wondering at this game.

"If I can't come in, will you at least come here so we can talk?"

She motioned for Erons to relock the door that he would know she didn't intend to barge in but he simply grimaced. Erons shook his head at the woman sadly. Most of the younger witches had grand ideas of how they were going to change the world but the men were animals and some things just couldn't be fixed. She would have to learn that the hard way.

"Go away witch, I don't trust you."

"Let him be Anders." Rodolphus growled from across the way, fists wrapped around the bars.

Her eyes darted to Rodolphus briefly and back with another frown.

"Perhaps tomorrow then."

The rapid tempo of Rabastan's heart finally slowed when the little witch moved off to his brothers cell and he breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure why she'd affected him the way she had. The DeathEater wanted to trust her, believe the promises her eyes spoke but it was too much to be true. Deep down she was there to torture him like the rest of them and that was far worse than just being locked up. What they did just ate away at your spirit little by little each day until there was nothing left. He would know, he'd bloody been there long enough. Rabastan had to preserve what little of his former self was left.

"Yeeees, you may come in." Rodolphus said mockingly with an eye roll before she could even ask.

He turned and put his back against the bars, arms crossed over his chest to watch Lilith with as much disdain as he could muster. They could bring back the regular witches at anytime as far as he was concerned. Though it had been fun giving her a little torture on the way in, Rod had no interest in flirting with her or commenting on her tits like Thorfinn, nor consuming her like Fenrir. He would have liked nothing better than to be left alone to rot.

Lilith smiled at him, though she had to admit it was getting more and more difficult to do so. She was mentally exhausted with two more cells to go after his, although she suspected the worst was over….for the day. There was a lingering suspicion that the men were holding back and the next day or so would be worse.

Rodolphus was not short, though shorter than most of the others, which Lilith was grateful for because he didn't look willing to sit down. He simply raised one dark brow as the witch readied her stethoscope daring her to ask, which was dutifully ignored. Listening carefully to the whooshing of his heart Lilith frowned, listened a bit longer and then met his hooded eyes.

"Have you been diagnosed with a heart murmur?"

Rod remained unimpressed. She'd been the first to notice other than his childhood doctor, yes, but any medi-witch with half a brain could have caught it. He nodded by way of reply.

"Do you take potions for it?"

It wasn't the worst case Lilith had ever heard but considering the lifestyle the man had kept and the poor conditions he resided in, there was reason for concern.

The DeathEater sighed as if she were grating on his last nerve. She wasn't but the woman was getting damn close. He didn't need someone worrying after him, Bellatrix certainly hadn't and that was one of the few things he'd liked about her.

"Not since I was a boy."

He watched her write a few numbers beside the human figure on her clipboard and sighed again. Lilith smiled sweetly as she took his pulse, knowing that she'd already lost the battle in Rodolphus' mind, though she'd hardly begun. She took the rest of his vitals and charted them before meeting his chocolate brown eyes.

"Do you have any complaints or issues?"

Rodolphus snorted contemptuously.

"Healthy as a horse woman."

"Good to hear. I'll see you soon."

He rolled his eyes at her back as she slipped from his cell.