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A/N: Warning Esdeath goes at it again.

"Minister," Fudge's assistant said to him, "our wards have detected a portkey that entered the office of John Dawlish."

"Yes," Fudge said. "What of it?"

"The wards only identified a porkey, no people," she told him.

"Bring it here," Fudge told her as she left with a, "Yes Minister." A minute or so later she returned with the porkey, it was a piece of paper. "Thank you that will be all," Fudge said to her.

Fudge picked up the paper and began to examine it and he saw that it had Dawlish's hand writing on it. Reading it over Dawlish had written down what appeared to be a text from a book. It made mention to muggle weapons known as Imperial Arms that were said to contain great power. The description was a very vague to the point where it sounded a bit like an old wives tale than actual information. But Dawlish was not an auror who fooled around, and if he sent this here then there was the possibility that this information was accurate.

Dawlish had also taken the liberty to jot down a list of names of people who supposedly possessed some of these weapons, along with the name of whichever Imperial Arm. Then name of Esdeath was on there. Fudge began to twirl his green bowler hat in a sign of nervousness. If what Dawlish wrote was to be believed then muggles were in possession of extremely dangerous weapons. And with one of them currently being at Hogwarts it could spekk bad news for him.

No doubt other members of the magical community would be highly weary of the idea of muggles having access to weapons such as these. They might view it as a sign of muggles trying to take over. Fudge wracked his brain trying to think of something he could do about this. Then it hit him: he could attempt to confiscate their weapons. Yes he could send aurors to tail some of the known wielders, gather more information and then take their weapon. Muggles should not be in possession of these kinds of weapons. Fudge had a feeling Dawlish would be able to handle the task along with a few others.

Speaking of Dawlish where is he? Fudge couldn't help but wonder.

Dawlish opened his eyes slowly to find himself in a dungeon looking room. He was about to rub the large bump on his head, but he found his hands were bound to chair as well as his legs. Looking across from him he saw that Banks was in the same situation as he was.

"Sir," Banks said in a startled tone, "I don't know where we are. I think we're in the muggle custody." Dawlish thought that was quite obvious, but it was clear Banks was just talking because of how nervous he was. "Do you think someone will come and try and save us?"

That was a stupid question and Dawlish knew it. They had been sent here as a secret, if people found out that Fudge sent spies into the muggle capital it would be quite the scandal. Before Dawlish could say anything to calm him down he heard a distinct sound of the iron door that held them captive in the room being unlocked.

Two figures walked into the room. The first being the muscular man who had knocked them both out, and the second being the very same woman they sent here in the first place pushing in a cart that held various different items. "These are the two that I spoke to you about," the man told Esdeath. "I haven't questioned them yet I thought that might be better suited for you."

"You're right of course Budo," Esdeath told him. "I had to select a substitute to handle my days classes so I could be here for this."

Budo nodded. "I shall leave you to it then." The door slammed shut behind him leaving the three to themselves.

"So from what Budo has told me so far it would appear that you two are wizards," Esdeath said to the both of them. "Care to tell me just who you are and who you work for?"

"Ask us whatever you want," Dawlish told her. "We won't answer to you."

"With an attitude like that I assume that you are part of a military or at the very least a police force," Esdeath concluded.

Dawlish's eyes widened. Damn she's perceptive, he thought to himself.

"I'm guessing that I'm right," she said. "Now why exactly are you here?"

She might have gotten something out of Dawlish once, but he didn't plan on having that happen again. Dawlish clenched his jaw and looked away from the General. Surprisingly Banks did not answer either considering how nervous and talkative he usually was.

Neither of you are going to talk?" Esdeath asked. Dawlish expected her to become angry or frustrated. He was not expecting her to smile. "Good. That means I get to have some fun."

Walking over to the cart she had pushed in Esdeath held up a pair of pliers and walked back over to Dawlish. "Let's see if you still have your defiance after this." Esdeath pinched the pliers between his right index finger and began to pull the fingernail out.

"GAHHHNHH!" Dawlish couldn't help but to cry out pain.

"You know," Esdeath said as she held up the fingernail examining it, "the last wizard I played with was missing a finger. Would you like to know how that feels like?"

Esdeath got out a scalpel from the cart and started to cut off the skin on his finger. She was skinning it quite well considering Dawlish was writhing about in pain. Once the skin was off Esdeath took a pair of small yet sharp scissors and began to cut off the muscle and tissue leaving the bone exposed, which Esdeath preceded to break off from the rest of his hand.

"Now do you feel like answering my question?" Esdeath asked. "Or do I need to do the same on your other hand to even you out?" To show she meant business she crushed the bone in her hand.

"Our Minister sent us," Banks called from across the room. Setting her sights on Banks now Esdeath walked over to him.

"And why does your Minister feel the need to invade our headquarters?" Esdeath asked as she loomed over him.

Banks looked like he was about to reply, but he somehow shut himself up before he could say anything. "Are you not going to talk as well?" Esdeath grabbed a hold of Banks broken nose and set it back in its proper place, only to then deliver a back hand so powerful it broke his nose again.

"OOOOHHHWWWW!" Banks wailed.

Esdeath wasn't done just yet. Taking the same pliers she used on Dawlish she clamped them onto his front tooth and yanked it out.

"AAAHHHHGGGGHHH!" yelled Banks as blood flowed from the wound in his mouth. "We were here because-,"

"Don't," Dawlish barely managed to get out as he fought from passing out. Esdeath regarded him coldly.

"That wasn't very nice," She said as she took hold of the scalpel again. "We were having a conversation." Esdeath forced Dawlish's mouth open and grabbing a hold of his tongue, and with one swift motion severed it.

"MMMFFFGHHHHHHH," was all that has audible from Dawlish. The lack of a tongue, plus the fact his mouth was filling with blood would do that.

"Please continue," Esdeath said to Banks as Dawlish began to drool blood from his mouth.

"O-our Minister w-wanted to know more ab-about h-how you were able to do w-what you did," Banks stuttered as he began to sweat.

"And did you find anything?" Esdeath asked. Banks nodded. "What did you find?"

"W-we found out about Imperial Arms," Banks told her. "W-we sent a letter t-to the Ministry about them."

A thoughtful look crossed Esdeath's face, and Dawlish was sure she was going to explode in fury. "Well it looks like the cat is out of the bag at last," Esdeath said. "And here we were hoping to keep it a secret." Banks looked down in shame for telling her.

"One last question, does anyone apart from your Minister know you were sent here?" Banks shook his head no. "Good." Dawlish knew why she asked that question. It meant that if she were to kill them now the Minister would be faced with an inquiry about why two aurors were missing, and that would lead to revealing they had been sent to spy.

"You are quite sweaty," Esdeath told Banks. Picking up a cauldron from the cart Esdeath pulled off the topper to allow steam to rise from it. "You really should wash," Esdeath said as she poured the boiling hot water over Banks' head.

"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" Banks screamed in absolute agony as the water burned his skin to the point his face was no longer recognizable. After writhing in pain Banks' body became limp dying from shock. Dawlish just looked on in horror, not being able to do a thing. This woman scared him more than anything he had seen in his time as an auror.

"I take it he was a rookie?" Esdeath asked. "I would assume so judging by how fast he was willing to talk. I actually admire you in some way for not talking. But I don't admire your strength to let you live." Creating an ice sword Esdeath cut horizontal across Dawlish's midsection allowing his guts to spill out and stain the floor. Dawlish looked at her with terrified eyes as he fought his restraints to maybe try and save himself, but she saw the fight leave his eyes as he too became limp.

Despite the magical now knowing about Imperial Arms Esdeath couldn't help but to feel a bit happy. If she was lucky then war was on the way.