Post Book 7, after the war.
Victim Talking
His hand gripped her hair, pulling her head back. His wand played across her neck, but despite the pretence at control, the hand that held it shook.
"Kill me then," she whispered, unafraid. "Kill me, for the master you hate and the ideal you despise."
The wand stopped and hovered inches above her, but the owner was silent.
"You can't, can you?" she mocked him, and laughed, a mirthless sound, strained because of the stretch of her neck. "And you never could. If you were going to finish me you would have done it the moment I stepped into this room." Her voice changed; now there was something almost like pity in it. "Just leave, and I'll never speak of this to a soul."
Silence.
Then he spoke, all pretence lost, his voice scared and wavering.
"He'll kill me."
The grip on her hair slackened slightly: she tilted her head forward to breathe more freely.
"You thought you'd escaped," she told him "when Voldemort was defeated. Then, almost immediately, a new 'dark lord' came to fill his place."
He had lowered his wand – she could no longer see it.
"And bound you anew. But this one's nothing, nothing" she spat out the word "compared to Voldemort."
His fingers were trembling against her scalp. She shook her head gently and he let go, withdrawing his hand. Getting to her feet and smoothing down her dress robes she looked into his eyes.
"Hold out a short while longer and you will be free. We will defeat him, have no doubt about that." She held out her hand and he shook it, his palm hot and sweaty, hers cool. Still clasping hands, she spoke again.
"You've changed. Once you were so arrogant, so sure of yourself, and now…I pity you. You picked the losing side, and you regret it. But soon you will be free. I promise you that." She withdrew her hand from his and, without another glance, strode out of the room, her back straight and her head up.
Who are they? What do you think? I have to admit, I don't actually know who the woman is, but as for the man...