TW: torture

Alphas/beta: omnenomnom, FelixFelicis313,Troubleandsheknowsit

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

This story was originally posted in archive of our own

This story has a lot of elements with Robin Hood and was part of the fairytale fest in archive of our own.

Percy had a feeling something was… different. Off. Wrong... When he walked into the Ministry that day, goose pimples rose on his skin and he had the nagging thought that he shouldn't have made an appearance after all. With a sigh of resignation, he reclined back in his chair; he was here now and nothing tragic had happened as of yet.

While still lost in thought, heard a knock on his door, "Come in!" He looked up through his lashes to see his eldest brother standing before him.

"Bill, what-" Percy froze as he stared at the newcomer.

Before Percy could finish his statement, the face of his brother melted away to reveal Bellatrix Lestrange. He instantly went for his wand but she was too fast, casting a disarming spell before he could even blink.

"Ah, ah, ah," Bellatrix said, flicking her wand downwards, "sit." A slow grin spread across her face as she used her wand to force him to sit. "We are going to have a little chat!"

"Madam Lestrange, I have nothing to say to you!" Percy spat.

"Zip it!" She yelled and forced his mouth to close. "Muffliato!" She hissed. "A little birdy told me that you've been unfaithful to us, little bitty Weasley."

Percy thought about screaming but knew that no one would hear him. He thought of different ways of escaping her clutches, but none of his ideas would've worked. "Madam Lestrange I…I am unsure what you are referring to," he crossed his arms.

"Doom comes in waves of amber red. The key to survival had been cast away. It is through this loss that death comes gladly." she said with a manic look in her eyes. "Oh look, that description is you!" She laughed evilly.

"Now wait just a moment, madam!" Percy tried to explain. "That's so terribly vague, it could refer to almost anyone!"

"The Dark Lord takes no chances," Bellatrix grinned as she walked over and played with his tie. "Come along nicely boy."

"I wouldn't-"

"Oh my dear Weasley," she pouted. "Do you need some motivation? I've been given strict instructions to take you to the Dark Lord." She paused for a moment then cackled, "Your family home is in Ottery St. Catchpole correct? Next to all those filthy muggles?" Bellatrix looked into his eyes, a manic joy sparking in them. "The sound of wood burning makes such lovely crackles."

Percy looked at her with horror. "You wouldn't!"

"I would and I'd have fun while I did it," she laughed hysterically. She pulled on his tie, tightening her grip until he couldn't breathe, "And if one or two of those blood traitors you consider family didn't make it out… well… the world would be better off wouldn't it?

"F-F-Fine!" He gasped.

Suddenly she released him and he immediately took gasping breaths as he clutched his chest.

He watched as she took another swig of Polyjuice and turned herself back to Bill. "Good boy! Now follow me, and don't make a scene!" She hissed. How did she even get his hair?

While walking out of the room, he glanced down at the floor, trying to avoid contact from anyone who looked familiar. This was a mistake, one huge mistake!

The scene was still playing in his mind over and over again as if on a loop as they arrived at the apparition point. Before he could react she had snatched his hand and they were away, spinning to Merlin knows where. Percy cringed as he felt her icy cold touch.

They arrived at a stately Manor, one he had never seen before. The Manor stood tall before them all covered in black and white. It looked like a dark place, like coming from a horror novel. Suddenly he realized that he was all alone in a strange unknown place, with nobody even knowing he was gone yet,

This couldn't be the end of him. Could it?

A flash came before his eyes of the last time he had a confrontation with his parents. They were so upset at him and the path he chose. His heart ached at the loss and the anger he'd felt towards his direction in life.

Suddenly he was missing his parents and -

"Keep moving," Bellatrix hissed and poked her wand at his back.

He jumped and followed her into a foyer of the Manor.

Waiting patiently by the stairs was the distinctive pale blonde of Lucius Malfoy. Next to him were his wife and son, as politely as if this were a dinner party. So this was The Malfoy Manor? He raised his right eyebrow at the family. They merely nodded at him leaving Percy baffled.

When they arrived with an abrupt halt, Percy's eyes widened with surprise.

"My lord," Bellatrix bowed.

"Isss thisss the one named from the prophecccy?" Voldemort hissed.

"Speak boy!" Bellatrix yelled and poked him once again with her wand.

Percy didn't have a chance to speak when Vdolemort placed his hands on Percy's head. "Legilimens!"

Percy saw his childhood flash before his eyes. Disconnected pieces appeared in his mind. When he first walked the halls of Hogwarts, or when he first got his head boy badge. He was a hard-working student, his parents were so proud of him. Well, obviously not anymore.

When he was let go, Percy fell to the ground. It took a moment to realize that the screams echoing off the walls had been from him.

"Take him out of my sight!" Voldemort hissed.

"You heard him, Draco! Take him," Bellatrix yelled.

Suddenly Percy was pulled up on shaky legs as the younger boy dragged him out of the room and down a damp stairway. The door was left slightly ajar.

As Malfoy took him down the stairs, Percy had heard snippets about something Voldemort was starting. "And I thought that one was the smart one," a voice snickered.

"His blood is wasted on him," said another voice with an agreement. "Although, since he's still considered pure, we can use him for the Breeding Program"

Breeding program?! Percy thought. Surely, not!

Voldemort hissed, "Perhaps. A bit of motivation may be enough to correct his traitorous upbringing."

"It's better if you cooperate," Malfoy whispered as they entered what was clearly some sort of dungeon.

Percy said nothing, just glaring as he was pushed into the cell.

"We're all trapped here," the Youngest Malfoy said. "If you want to suffer for it, be my guest."

When Percy again didn't respond, he shrugged his shoulders and left. Leaving Percy to the dark and dank as his footsteps faded away.

"Percy? Percy Weasley? Is that you?" Whispered a voice.

Percy froze and looked around the damp jail cell. He thought he was alone. He shivered as he began to feel goosebumps all over his arms.

Could it be a hallucination from the Dementors? He thought. It sounded like a woman's voice.

"Percy!" The voice hissed again.

Yes, he almost certainly did in fact recognize the voice.

"P-professor Trelawney?"

"My dear boy, they got you too?" The Professor asked.

"I suppose," Percy whispered, unsure if anyone was listening. "Though, I'm not sure why."

"We are all here for a reason," she responded seriously.

Percy's eyes went wide, "Then why did they take you?"

"Well, they obviously want me because I'm a seer. I help The Dark Lord now," The professor said with a grimacing tone.

"Someone will come looking for us. For me. My siblings, my parents.," Percy said adamantly.

"Alas, I fear they have enough to worry about with the destruction of your childhood home."

"My w-what?" Percy croaked. "But they said -"

"The house that is bigger on the inside, now of ashes and flame. You called it, ``It was my fault really." She sighed. "Although I don't remember giving a prophecy," she claimed.

Percy gasped and felt something sickening grow in his stomach. Her fault?!