Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Dear, sweet J.K. Rowling does, may her creative blender never, EVER run out of power, and may her mind kitchen always stay clean. Except, of course, for those snogging scenes that she never writes in ;p

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It was dark. Dark and Cold.

Too dark and cold.

She couldn't see anything at all, and all she could feel was that dark, clammy, numbing cold.

Tied down, numb with cold, and not entirely sure where her clothes were.

Bloody brilliant auror she was.

For Ptolemy's sake, she wasn't even sure where SHE was.

Things had gone so terribly wrong...

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She had gone to Dumbledore to report what she had heard.

But...she hadn't exactly gotten there.

She had agreed to meet Dumbledore near Lily and James's place, at Godric's Hollow.

Except it seemed that Dumbledore had never written such a note.

Turns out, it was Lucius Malfoy, with an extremely clever Forging Spell.

Which explained why, she, and extremely competent auror, and metamorphmagus was tied up, naked, wandless, cold, and gagged to boot.

She was starting to really think her job was a bit much on her psychological well-being.

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And then-a voice in her ear, much too close, yet so far that she could not hit him.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Incendio!"

In a painfully blinding moment, all the torches in the room burst into light.

A very perverted looking Lucius Malfoy stood before her.

"Ah, yes, a very pretty catch you are, Krissandra Lim."

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This was SO not good. There was no way she would be able to magic herself out of this. She couldn't morph out of her bonds; they were charmed to tighten around any form. As for wandless magic, she couldn't even yell any cuss words through her gag, much less incantations.

And even if Kris could, she was literally scared stiff.

Or maybe that was just the cold of the dungeons of Malfoy Manor.

The architect, having the brainlessness to actually work for the Malfoys had also lacked the common sense to put a central heating system in.

Or maybe Malfoy just liked his prisoners like frozen Perdue chicken-

Naked, plucked, trussed up, and freezer burned.

If Malfoy was trying to affect her psychologically, it was working.

Because, right now, her situation struck her as the epitome of "oh shit"

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She was trying to calmly analyze the situation, she really was.

IT just wasn't working.

There was absolutely no way to get out. She had even tried mumbling the incantation for a burning spell while moving her hands a bit.

And the one time she wanted her rope to burn, it didn't.

Typical.

And then Lucius Malfoy walked in, with a groveling expression on his face.

What fresh hell?

Oh.

Hell.

No.

A tall thin wizard, cloaked in midnight silk glided forward.

A thin, high voice slithered out of the hood of the garment.

"Krissandra Lim." He pulled the gag out with a flick of his wand.

She licked her lips, swallowing as she regained her voice.

"Voldemort."

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She could hear his sadistic smile insinuating itself through his voice.

Emphasis on the SIN part of insinuating.

"We finally meet."

She snorted. "That has GOT to be the euphemism of the century."

He stiffened. "You MOCK me, girl?" He hissed

"Pretty much, yeah." She groaned inwardly. Her mouth was really going to cost her.

"CRUCIO!"

Waves of pain washed over her, crashing her onto a beach of torture. She was dragged by the undercurrent, tossed by the riptide, and crushed by the tsunamis of agony.

And then, there was none.

She was left there, panting in her bonds.

And Lord Voldemort stood back and laughed.

"Enough for you, girl?" he chuckled satanically

"Depends."

"On what?" he hissed. No one talked back to him. No one.

"On what you did that for. See, I could call you a bullying coward who just does the Unforgivables on people who can't fight back because you're really just scared and a major-assed bast-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Damn that Cruciatus Curse hurt.

Time to shut her mouth.

"You could continue your nonsensical self destruction or you could tell me Dumbledore's prophecy."

"Or I could just tell you to get the hell away from me and do this. PTTH!" The last was her spitting.

Right.

In.

His.

Face.

How stupid could she be?

"ARGH!" A pure white hand snaked up to wipe the spittle away.

"You've just condemned yourself to something almost worse than death, girl."

"Oh? What, Mr. I'm-so-scary-with-my-powdered-skin-and long- fingernails?

"Rape by dementor."

"WHAT??? How-"

Lucius Malfoy leered at her in a sexually demented way that scared the shit out of her.

"The mouth isn't the only hole a dementor can suck a woman's soul out of."

Oh.

Holy.

Shit.

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AN: that being done, please review my first chapter of this whacked up dream I had! :)