Nagini Soup

"Honestly, Ron!" Hermione had blinked to find herself in Ronald Weasley's room in the Burrow. It was so much better to be here with her best friends than in a foreign country smelling cigar smoke. It was 11p.m. on July Twentieth, and Harry was out of the Dursleys' hell for the summer. Hermione, Ron and Harry stayed in Ron's room, plotting the great espionage conspiracy to delve into the intrigues of Ginevra Weasley.

"Do you really think Ginny won't realize that you're spying on her when you don't have your sleep robes on? You are both completely tactless! And calling me up here when she's still in the house, she going to hear us." exclaimed Hermione. Ginny had been out at night a lot, sometimes nightly only to return at 3a.m. The most unsettling discovery yet was Ron's, of a long, black, leather trench coat that fit Ginny found on the living room sofa. None of the Weasleys wore such attire, and Ron heard from his friend Taonga that such outerwear was usually worn by darker personalities, like individuals who fight by night in sewers, back alleys, warehouses, hijacked modes of transportation, harsh weather environments, secret laboratories, or alternate parallel universes located by red or blue pills against something that's totally messed up.

Meanwhile, Ginny slithered out of the cellar exit and quietly walked out to Motorway 547.

Flashlight, wand, Muggle transportation map, knife, Polyjuice Potion, cloves, gloves, gun, dummy in my room with sleep sounds. Ginny thought about all of the things she would need. She set off at a run down Motorway 547 until she reached the bus station. It was close, and the midnight bus took her straight into the heart of Manchester within forty-five minutes. She would meet cold eyes staring from behind the bushes in Picadilly Gardens.

"Did you bring the materials?" asked the eyes

"Yes," said the flame-haired girl. "I brought cloves to protect us."

"Did you bring the note?"

"Yes."

"I have his hair, Ginny."

"That bastard. He will pay for what he did to her. I swear."

"I have a map of the stone swamp. Nagini usually slides by the pond right here-" the eyes stared pointedly at a spot on a floating map of Voldemort's fortress- "and at that time Voldemort is meeting with the scouts here."

"Whatever happens, I want you to run. Don't be the hero. I've left a letter for you to send to my brothers and my mum and dad in case I die. Remember that it is imperative that you live. We must do this; it is not play. Voldemort needs Nagini. It's almost as if there is a part of him in her. In the process, we will be soldiers and murderers. Voldemort will think that this Bastard killed Nagini and will go after him. He deserves to die for all of the damage he has done to someone so innocent. I-I can't believe this c-could have h-happened to her, of all p-people-WHY!"

"Please don't cry. You must be strong for this mission and also remember that she is very strong. If she does not tell anyone, no one will know about the horrors that were done to her that day in the cave. I love you Ginny, and I know you love Harry. Do it for him, because you know that he is our only hope and because you want him to live through this. Now, I brought the crossbow with the poisoned arrows. I also have the net. As you said, Nagini shall be stewed and delivered to Voldemort from the Bastard with love."

Ginny tried not to giggle too loudly. "Let's go." She and her confidant set off toward the dangers that lie ahead.

"They're just dropping like flies and I am to expect that you are all doing your jobs?" Voldemort asked his scouts softly. He smirked and look at each of them in the eye with a menacing stare that read an advisory for many "Crucio's" to be sounded that night."

"Fuller, yes. You are indeed very agile and astute, but that seemed to fail when Greyback was run over by an eighteen-wheeler truck last month, on your watch. It does not not do to have my most feared werewolf be reduced to a carpet with tire marks on it, does it, Fuller?"

"M-My Lord, I-"

"Was enjoying Bella at the moment? She's a favorite of ours, right?

The others in the room chuckled. They had all gotten to known Bellatrix Lestrange very well, and the Dark Lord had also known her many talents. She would never marry. She was dedicated to the cause, more than any other Death Eater. Her only weakness was her constant carnal desires. She was relentless to the point that, on the very night she murdered her cousin, she was able to comfort the Dark Lord in his bedchambers after a humiliating encounter with Dumbeldore. She gave herself to him so that her could unleash his rage upon her. He ripped her apart. While other women would have killed themselves, this affair only served to further harden her heart and murder her soul. She had reached the point of finding pleasure in pain. She no longer cared with who, how or when. And that goes for murder as well. She had gone around the Death Eater circle twice, even betraying her own sister. Not that Narcissa cared very much. Her marriage with Lucius had been over a long time ago. Draco, who had been a mistake, was the only thing she had to help convince the world that there was a family in her house...

"Crucio." Voldemort smiled as he enjoyed the sweet symphony of Fuller's screams.

"Right, then. Who shall I address next?" Voldemort spoke over Fuller's screams. He enjoyed breaking in the new recruits.

Close by, he heard the whoosh of an arrow. Five minutes later, he found a puddle of Nagini's blood by the pond behind his fortress. By it, was a note.

Theodore Nott was killed that night, by his father. He was buried naked next to Fuller, who was also naked, in an unmarked grave.

Ginny and her confidant celebrated one more mission accomplished in the war against the Bastard that ruined her life and in the murder of the Bastard that ruined her best friend's life.

Far away, Harry Potter endured the migraine of his life.