Red over Black
By mIrAcLeZ
Disclaimer: Do not own all that you recognize as any part of JK Rowling's wonderful world. The others are
mine. Totally mine. Mine, mine and mine. J
A/N: Many thanks to clarenova, me beta-reader.
Chapter 1: Guinea werewolf
The dying torches glowed dimly in their brackets on both sides of the cold, dark corridor, bringing no warmth but somehow only further enhancing the coldness of this place. Lucius Malfoy and Rayne were standing just outside an open relatively large silver cell 'custom-made for-werewolves', staring at each other as if each could not wait to kill the other. The inhabitant of the cell has just been brought in and currently lay unconscious in the middle of the cell.
Lucius and Rayne hated each other and both would jump for joy if the other died. The glare between them was the only source of heat in the heavy security area deep underground the death-eater's headquarters where highly classified things were kept. Rayne hated Lucius for his haughtiness and the air of superiority he brought with him everywhere he went. Lucius hated Rayne for the mere reason that she was a female and a death-eater at the same time. He believed that females and death-eaters were not meant to be one. He could not believe that such an important part of this major plan was going to be under the charge of this pathetic female by the orders of the dark lord. There was only one female death-eater and here she was, in front of him. She was the only female who dared to tread onto the grounds of evil but Lucius believed that being a death-eater should be limited to males. Did not know what is good for her this pathetic female.
"He is a very important and valuable part of our major plan" Lucius hissed. "He'd better be well taken care of. I want a report on his general behaviour on my desk every Sunday by 2pm.Is that understood?"
"Yes sir, anything you say great one!" Rayne snarled. Third in command, what shit! Stupid ass.
Lucius swept off but not without clenching and unclenching his fist and glaring dangerously at Rayne. Rayne smirked at Lucius's obvious outrage at her words. She walked into the silver cell and looked upon the unconscious man clad in shabby grey robes and brown boots on the floor. His short brown hair, streaked grey, bordered his pale but rather handsome face. He looked very weak and frail but young. Rayne did not understand the need for a werewolf on their compounds and for obvious reasons did not ask Lucius but since the dark lord had ordered for a special cell to be built and for it to be built where their underground heavy security area was, he must be very valuable. Rayne made a mental note to ask the dark lord about it. They obviously got him by force, as he was unconscious. What's with silver anyway, the shackles were silver, and the whole cell except for the stone floor was made of silver, even the cell door. Another point to ask the dark lord.
Rayne crouched down and searched the man's robes for his wand or any sort of weapon. She was not going to let him be armed. Finding nothing she stood up again. They must have disarmed him before bringing him down. Rayne blinked at the man, she had just ran her hands through him willingly…shaking her head disbelievingly she walked out of the cell, shut the door and hurried off towards Voldermort's study.
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Knock, knock.
"Come in," came a growl from inside.
Rayne pushed open the heavy oak door and entered Voldermort's massive study. Dark Arts material surrounded Voldermort's metal study desk. Skulls, cursed hands, books littered about, etc. The study probably contained the most dark arts materials than anywhere else in the world. This was Voldermort after all. The high glass ceiling of the study showed the dark cloudy sky of the evening. A single ball of fire floated above Voldermort, where he sat at his desk, illuminating his face, which gave off an eerie glow.
Rayne knelt down in front of Voldermort's desk and got up when he asked her to.
"Ah Rayne, I've been expecting you. You came here to ask about the werewolf."
"You are smart, my lord. Indeed I have. Master, please tell me of your ingenious intentions."
"My dear Rayne, of course I have to inform you, I chose you to be in charge anyway."
"He is Remus Jeremy Lupin. We need a werewolf to test various experiments on. We are trying to come up with an easily concocted potion that will make their morphing more comfortable and keep their cool about them without the exhaustive side-effects Wolfsbane brings about, which apart from that is very difficult to brew. You can say he is here as our guinea…werewolf."
"Master, the what is with the silver, everything is silver, even the shackles,"
"Well I suggest you read more, Rayne! Werewolves are allergic to silver, any direct contact with their skin and they will fall very ill. The place where the skin was in contact will also be burnt, leaving a painful mark that will heal only in a week. Didn't you know that?!"
"No master, I'm sorry, I'll read more. But what if the werewolf dies, either from experiment went wrong or excessive contact with silver?"
"We simply get another werewolf."
"Yes master, I'm sorry, I'll take my leave now…"
Rayne bowed herself out of the room, looking thoroughly embarrassed.
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