Totally just hitting the AUs here.
Official warning: Dark themes, murder, sexual shit, swearing
...
May 22, 2000
She sat quietly the next morning, in a park across the street from where she had cornered Rabastan. There were dozens of Ministry officials wandering, talking to each other, pointing out little things here and there.
She had morphed her hair a ginger colour, shifting her face so she wouldn't be recognised on the very good chance she saw an Auror or Ministry Official that she knew. She wasn't sure what to do now.
There was the chance Rabastan had been lying, and she could simply follow Order members to find out the truth, but what if they spotted her? Asked her where she had been? She had to be sure that Teddy was safe, and then she'd have to figure how she was going to explain her disappearance.
She knew she couldn't hide behind morphs forever. There were always apparently little things in her morph that made sure Kingsley recognised her because he had never once not known who she was, so she'd have to avoid him, because she never had thought to ask what those giveaways were.
And then, the killings. What was she going to do? Only Rabastan had been in pure self-preservation, the others had just angered her. It made her feel like Bellatrix, killing just because someone insulted her. Or, in Greyback's case, existed. She hated everything about Greyback- from the fact he bit Remus to the fact he allowed the condition to take over him to the fact he was such a terrible person.
She dropped her morph, Disapparating. When she reappeared, she picked the morph up again. She had learned the hard way, years ago, that having any morph while Apparating led to a higher chance of Splinching because she had to concentrate on both at once. And Splinching was the last thing she needed.
For months, she followed Order members, but never heard mention of Teddy. She hadn't seen Harry for a while, and she had tried to find him, figuring if anyone knew about Teddy, it'd be him.
She was walking through the streets towards Grimmauld Place, deciding the walk would be better than Apparating straight there. She wasn't sure if anyone lived there, but if she could sneak in she might get some information, when she felt a hand close around her wrist.
"I know you." A husky voice said. She turned to find herself face to face with Travers.
"I don't think you do." She responded.
"Nah, with an arse like that-"
She pulled her hand away. "Right, you have me mixed up with someone else." She said, turning to walk away. He hurried to step in front of her.
"'Ave a drink with me, then, beautiful." He said, holding a bottle of firewhiskey.
"I'd rather not."
"What's yer name?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Nah, I'd rather just shag you. I do like Muggle girls-"
"Do you?" She asked. "Interesting, considering you've probably murdered nearly a dozen Muggles."
His eyes widened as he stared at her. "Yer no Muggle-"
She shook her head slowly. "I'm not a Muggle. But if I was, you just broke the Statute of Secrecy. And a Death Eater like you, you shouldn't be breaking any laws that would bring the Ministry straight to you. Unless you want to go to Azkaban?"
"I'm no Death Eater, 'ow dare you-"
"You're a lying sack of shit, Travers."
"Who are you?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.
"I wonder how Voldemort would react to you, claiming you're not a Death Eater." She said, thoughtfully. "I doubt he'd be very pleased."
Travers whipped out his wand, pointing it at her.
"I don't want a duel."
"Maybe I do." He spat.
She glared at him. "Then duel yourself." She responded, stepping around him and continuing up the street. She heard his footsteps following her, and withdrew her wand, just in case. A curse flew passed her shoulder, ripping the cloth of her robes and leaving a painful burn. She hissed, turning around to face Travers. "You're an idiot, you know that?"
Travers shrugged.
"Starting a duel in Muggle London, Travers. I'm surprised the Ministry hasn't already shown up." She said. "Muggles everywhere, they can probably see us right now. I mean, you're a wanted man, Travers."
"Why so worried? Are you a wanted woman?"
"On the contrary." She said. "Order members aren't wanted. In fact, I think it's the opposite. You're wanted so they can throw you in Azkaban, but me? Not so much. Although, I suppose, I could get sent to Azkaban for killing three of your friends."
He raised his wand, sending a green jet of light towards her. She jumped to the side, the spell narrowly missing her. She huffed.
"I said I don't want a duel." She sneered, when she regained her footing.
"Then fight back." He spat, aiming his wand again.
"Stupefy!" She cried, but the spell missed Travers and he laughed.
"Weak, just like the others." He sneered.
"Weak? You think the Order is weak? Then what are Death Eaters? Squibs?" She asked. "Because you're not stronger than us, or your Dark Lord wouldn't be dead."
"Avada Kedavra!" He snapped, and this time, the spell was even closer than the other one. It hit the side of a building, leaving a large scorch mark.
And then something in her snapped. "Avada Kedavra!" She spat back, and Travers, who clearly hadn't even thought to expect it, was hit directly in the face. She heard the sound of Apparition and Disapparated before whoever it was had a chance to see her.
She found herself in Hogsmeade, and cursed. If anyone, anywhere, might recognise her it would be Aberforth or Rosmerta. She Disapparated again, this time arriving in Dufftown, where she figured she could hide and plan her next move.
Four men were dead, killed by her hand, and she had no idea what to do now. If she returned to the Order, and the Ministry, and claimed complete ignorance to the killings- could she live with herself? If she admitted to it, how would the reactions be? After all, they were Death Eaters- but she still killed them.
The Ministry would arrest her, she'd be thrown in Azkaban. The Order might help her, but even then, it was still murder.
She sighed. As long as Teddy was with the Order like Rabastan had claimed, he would be safe. He would have Harry. He would be better off without her.
And a new thought crossed her mind- if she was hiding from the Ministry and the Order anyway, what was stopping her from finding the other Death Eaters who were doing the same?