A/N: I had a bit of fun writing this chapter, a little sadism can be quite transfixing. It's a bit short, but I don't intend to make that a habit.
Chapter 4: True Intent
Hooded figures stood around the green flames that lit the room. There was a murmur among them. The murmurs grew louder.
"It seems we have a conspirator among us." It was a young woman's voice, and it was ominous. Suddenly, the hooded figure from whence the voice came, removed the hood from their head revealing a tall, black-haired woman with heavily lidded eyes.
"Oh, don't be shy..." she sneered. "Better you reveal yourself now, than suffer far worse after I have sniffed you out."
She was hungry for blood, a traitor's blood. The many hooded forms moved tensely, none of them wanting to be thought of as a traitor. One hooded figure, though, stood eerily still, trying its best to seem undetected. It began to move slowly backwards, cautiously taking one step at a time.
A hand griped the shoulder and placed a tremendous amount of pressure on the flesh.
A yelp of pain rang out from underneath the cloak.
"Leaving so soon?" The man's hand moved from the shoulder to the hood, took hold of the cloth, and pulled it down.
Out fell the long flowing brown hair of a young woman. She was caught; she was trapped.
The black haired Death Eater came running towards her. "Let me have her, Antonin!" She grabbed her by the neck. "I can take care of her."
"No, Bellatrix," He looked down upon the captive woman "She must be made to suffer before being given the gift of death." He stroked her hair in a loving manner "too bad, though, she is quite lovely... perhaps we can break her spirit."
The woman spit in his face.
He slapped her.
"Perhaps not." He wiped away the saliva from his face. "Take her, Augustus." A light haired man, probably middle aged, emerged from the crowd of Death Eaters, grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of the room.
Antonin Dolohov spoke once more; "Oh, and Bellatrix... have fun."
A sadistic look of euphoric pleasure seeped from Bellatrix's face.
"Did you really think you'd get away with your insubordination?" Bellatrix Lestrange prowled around the woman's body, which was sprawled on the floor of a filthy and dilapidated dungeon.
The body lay there, groaning with such pain. But it did not respond.
"Thought it was very clever of you? Thought you could just infiltrate the most powerful legion of Voldemort's followers, didn't you?"
Bellatrix's arm slipped inside her coat. "His Illustrious Lordship sends his regards, and he hopes your execution is a most excruciatingly painful one."
Her arm emerged from her coat revealing an ebony wand.
She knelt down in front of the woman, lifted her face up with her hand and spoke in a soft tender voice.
"I think it will be justifiable if I tortured you with your own wand." Her hand caressed the woman's cheek and then clutched her face with a tight grip.
"I'm going to enjoy killing you... Rosina Soler."
Blood curdling screams echoed from the dark depths of the dungeons.
Rosina stood there, holding herself as she relived those horrific moments once more.
"But how did you escape?"
"Bellatrix left me there for days, returning every now and then to continue her little game," she looked up at Remus, "but I was ready for her. I pretended to lay still and when she came close to confirm my passing, I pulled her to the floor and we struggled. I was very weak, but I managed to grab my wand from her and immobilize her. Afterwards, I locked her in the dungeon after transfiguring her into me. I took on her form in order to escape undetected. I've been running ever since."
Remus looked at her, "Did the Ministry really send you here?"
"Yes, I contacted them a few months after having escaped. I had to make sure I wasn't being followed when I notified them of my escape."
"And they sent you here?"
"It seems I am still being pursued, the Death Eaters, one in particular, wants to finish me off. But the Ministry wanted to send me here in the hopes of catching her, and perhaps others."
She rubbed her arms as she began to pace the dimly lit D.A.D.A office.
"The whole reason about me being here as an observer of Hogwarts is just a cover."
Remus turned his head as he watched her circle the room.
"They're using me as bait."