"Over here, you fools!" Rachel Malfoy hissed at the Death Eaters behind her. It was just her luck that she would be stuck with the Death Eaters who were not in peak physical condition. She rolled her brown eyes and reached out through her mind link to her husband. I am at post, Draco, awaiting your signal from the other side. She smiled; Rachel could see the look of immense concentration on her husband's face through her mind's eye. We are ready on our end, Love. Even his telepathic voice had a smirking tonality to it. Stay safe. Don't you worry about me, dear husband, She smirked, wand at the ready. Just keep that pretty blond head of yours intact. A few moments of silence passed and then the Dark Mark appeared above their heads. "DECURSUS!" Rachel yelled in Latin. "ATTACK!" The small camp of Order members outside of Versailles was not expecting the assault at such an early (or late) hour, leaving them quite unprepared. The Death Eaters outnumbered them and fought viciously and without any mercy or remorse. "You can kill me," A man about Rachel's age with dreadlocks and skin the color of dark chocolate said bravely as Rachel cornered him helplessly against a tree. "But we will win this war!" "You are right about one thing, Muggle-lover..." Rachel drawled, a look of hunger painted across her face. "I can kill you." She performed Crucio on him, eyes dancing with glee as she extended the spell for a long period of time. "No! Please..." The young man gasped for air. "Stop this... stop toying with me!" He coughed up blood. Their little scene seemed to gather the attention of all those who had been fighting- this man was apparently the leader of this fleet of wizards. "Let it be known," Rachel raised her voice loud enough for all to hear. "That I am a woman of mercy!" Many Death Eaters widened their eyes in disbelief. "This man wants the torture to stop; he cannot take this pain any longer..." Her eyes reflected a glint of madness and she removed a dagger from a sheath at her side. "Then so be it." She shoved the point of the blade into the man's throat in a swift movement, watching him writhe in his last few moments of life before she twisted it and pulled it out sideways, slicing through the thick skin and bone of his neck. Blood spurted from his neck and splashed its way onto the earth and splotching the pale flesh of Rachel's face and the exposed parts of her chest and shoulders. "Dean Thomas." Draco laid his palm on Rachel's shoulder and smiled with malevolence. "I went to school with him- a Gryffindor." "NO!" A woman with mouse-brown hair ran over to Dean's body and clung to it. "No! You bitch!" She spat at Rachel. "Y-You killed my fiance..." She sobbed. "Do not," Draco's eyes lit with rage. "Call my wife a bitch!" He slapped Lavender Brown hard across the cheek. "No, Love." Rachel held Draco's hand back from hitting her again. "Merlin knows this muggle-lover is not the reason for you to befoul your beautiful hands." "You're right, Love. Immascissus!" He aimed his wand, making a fallen tree branch shove its way through Lavender's heart. With the battle over and the Death Eaters victorious, they headed back to their homes. Rachel and Draco went back to the Black's French home. "You know," Draco smirked at his wife, eyeing her up and down with hungry eyes. "I love it when you are merciless." He took her in his arms, bloodstained robes and all. "And I love it when you kill." Her voice almost purred. You know, she closed he door behind them. "We have the manor to ourselves..."
"This is horrible!" Hermione read the letter that a tawny owl had just dropped on the dinning room table of 12 Grimmuald Place. "The 7th division in Versailles, they're all dead Dean, Lavender everyone ..." Ron's mouth twisted into a grim line. As the new leader of the Order, he should have made sure things like this would not happen. "Who led the attack?" His knuckles were white from the grip he had on the table's edge. "We are working on the pictures right now." Arthur Weasley was bent over the counter. "Got it!" He brought the pictures over to his son. "That's Malfoy, and his wife; Sirius' niece", Ron frowned. "These two have been giving us Hell." He put his face in his hand and slammed the pictures down on the table. "Ron, dear," Hermione touched his shoulder gently. "It's not your..." "I know that, Hermione." He clenched her hand. "I know." "I will go owl Harry, he should know about this." She gave her boyfriend a kiss on the cheek and went upstairs. "Sirius!" Ron called through his watch, which was linked as a communication device to all his officers. "Yes, Ron?" Sirius came down the stairwell. "Hermy told me what happened." He frowned. "Who was it?" "Your niece," Ron frowned deeper. "And her 'darling husband'." "No." Sirius grit his teeth. "Raye wouldn't..." He knew it was pointless to deny. "Sirius, we have the proof." Ron held up an orb that showed them all that had happened, including the horrible demise of Dean and Lavender. "Sirius," Ron interrupted the painful silence. "Is it at all possible for you to talk to her? She would not attack you, we know she will not." "Ron, I..." Sirius felt a deep sinking in his heart. "She wouldn't, Rachel is not like that, and I know it." He had a determined look in his eyes. "Please, Sirius," Ron pat his hand. "Talk to her." "Fine," Sirius grit his teeth and grabbed his cloak. "I will."
