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It wasn't a known fact but Hermione Granger was a use Beatles fan. She owned all of their albums and when she was home for the summer, she would play them constantly. Yes, she did enjoy Three Days Grace and Stevie Knicks, but Hermione Granger liked The Beatles.
So it only fit that Lucas Timbre hated them. Hermione wasn't one to let a man, much less an evil man, crush her spirit. As Lucas put her in a little cage in the middle of a huge blue room, she began to sing. She knew the tall blond wouldn't like it.
Angelus have very pretty voices. Even the prettiest of noises couldn't make Lucas like The Beatles. When he was eight, his father had left his mother for a man. Three weeks later, his whore of a mother had a new man. His name was Harold. Harold sang "Let It Be" and "Come Together" on an almost daily basis. He sang "Hey Jude" as he beat Lucas while his mother drank herself into a stupor. Lucas hated Harold thus, Lucas hated The Beatles.
What made matters worse was Harold's blood status. He was a mudblood. Lucas had made sure that every child they had together died "accidentally." He couldn't stand the thought of his pureblood name soiled. Penny drowned at age 1 in her soup. Jason fell out a window when he was three months old. Monty, who Lucas had actually been quite fond of, lived until he was three. The child had began humming a Beatles tune one day and acquired a fatal case of anthrax two days later. Lucas hadn't cared. He dealt with Harold until his 25th birthday a few months ago when he had finally snapped.
The Magical Law Enforcement has yet to find the body. The thought made him tingle inside gleefully. They wouldn't find the girl when he was done with her either.
Lucas sat down and stared at the blond child singing in the little iron cage. Angelus couldn't control metal. At this moment, he wished they could so she could just escape and he would have a reason to rip out her vocal cords. Why wouldn't she stop that fucking singing?!
"And then while I'm away, I'll write home everyday and I'll send all my lovin' to you. All my lovin' I will send to you."
"Why are you fucking singing The Beatles? You're in danger, you stupid bitch. Stop that infuriating racket!"
Hermione looked at him from her position in the cage. She was sitting Indian Style, leaning up against the bars behind her. It was perfect for belting out her favorite band. "You have great acoustics."
Years of fighting bad guys with Harry and Ron had taught her that if you cowered from a bad guy, it only made him think he was more powerful. By baiting him, he would eventually lose himself, if just for a moment. Then she could have a chance to escape.
Lucas pushed a button next to him. A door behind him opened. At least thirty wizards walked in, all dressed in black robes. Unlike the Death Eaters skull masks, they had face masks. The faces were blank, haunted looking. White and blank and frightening in their simplicity.
They filed in, making a circle around her in the huge room.
"Oh. You're giving me an audience?"
Lucas rubbed his temples. How the hell did Voldemort last so long around these insolent little children. Did she not realize that he could kill her with a flick of his wand. He would tell her. "I can kill you, you realize that?"
"Of course. I'm the smartest witch in Hogwarts. You think I believe I'm immortal? I'm an Angelus, not God." Hermione smiled. "Who wants to play charades?"
"Do you have any idea why I'm keeping you alive then, smart ass?" Lucas hated kids. They were so stupid. Here he was, followers, magic, a reputation for being a bad guy, and this little bitch wanted to play games. Why the fuck wasn't she scared?
"You want my powers." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Wow. Tough question. You don't know how to get them yet."
He was never having children. "Just wait, bitch…" He stood up. "Miss Granger, these are my fighters. All of pureblood descent, as I am as well. Unlike Voldemort," there was a general intake of breath and hissing at the name, "I am pureblood. That halfblood didn't understand the power he needed and that he wasn't immortal. Obviously, the didn't work out for him."
"Come together right now…" A jet of pink light shot at Hermione. She merely lifted her hand and waved it. The curse flew and hit on of the high windows. "Over me…"
Lucas rubbed his temples again. "Leave us." His fighters left him in a flurry of robes. They all exited quickly and silently, closing the door behind them. Intimidation didn't work well on this little witch. He pointed his wand at her. "Hermione Granger. I am beyond sick of you. You've been in this room for five hours and you've been singing and talking back nonstop. I'm done."
Hermione sat up. "Would you like me to keep serenading you?"
Lucas sat down, throwing one leg over the side of his silver chair, his throne he liked to call it. He cast her a lazy look before pointing his wand at her again. "Crucio."
Even after going through her transformation, the Crucious curse made her insides burn and her skin throb. She had no idea how the Death Eaters survived being tortured like this by Voldemort.
The curse was lifted. Lucas walked over to her, his steady, loud footsteps hurting her head. He bent over and looked in at her. "Douleur."
Hermione felt as if there was a bomb exploding in her head. She felt the pressure building and she wanted to claw her face off, pull off her ears, give her some sort of relief to the pressure. She clenched her hands and thought of Harry and Ron.
Lucas lifted the curse and lazily sat down on the floor next to her. "You know, Hermione, you can always join my side. We're quite fun, actually. Tonight we have a raid planned." He gave her a smile, wickedly sweet and cruel at the same time. "It's in a muggle village. Perhaps you've heard of it."
Before he had a change to tell her, the windows collapsed and shattered. A whirlwind of air swooped in, twisting and twirling, destroying the room and ripping at Lucas. Raising his hand, Lucas glared at the room. The wind stopped.
Hermione stared at him. "You're an…"
Lucas nodded. "Angelus. I am your distant cousin. Perhaps you've met my biological father, Doctor Loverly?" Hermione's mind swirled. Doctor Tyler… "No matter. Lecoeur!" An older man opened the door. He was dressed in robes, his mask in his hand. He carefully walked into the room, a box in his hand. "Well? Bring it here!"
He opened the box and pulled out a long silver necklace. There was a ball on the end. The insides were swirling back and forth, changing color and growing in size.
Lucas gave her a terrible smirk. "This pretty trinket will control your powers. I haven't yet figured out how to take yourself but for now, at least you won't be able to use them." Lecoeur stunned her without warning and carefully placed it on her neck, giving her a pleading look as he stepped away. "How do you feel?"
Hermione looked at the necklace. It had just touched her skin. "I feel… hazy." A fog seemed to fill her brain and she felt numb. There was almost a feeling of desperation in her chest but she didn't feel like caring. Everything was just… obscured.
Lucas nodded and Locoeur left the room quickly, practically running out. "Now, be a good little pet and stay here while I go find a way to contact this guardian of yours. No doubt Father is with him and that little mate of yours…" He smiled, more to himself then Hermione. "This is shaping up to be easier than I thought."
Hermione stretched her hand out of the cage. It landed on Lucas's face. He was startled, but stayed still. There was nothing she could do to hurt him while she had the amulet on. Her small hand traveled up his cheek and stopped below his eye. "Red." She said vaguely.
Lucas sneered, ripping her hand from his face and roughly shoving it back at her. "Never touch me again or you will be sorry." He stood up and left, pausing momentarily at the door to look back at her. "What a waste of power."
Did you like it? I tried to give some information on Lucas Timbre without stating his history outright. I tried to make him sound human (like with The Beatles thing odd, I know but work with me here) but also hateful and mean (like with him killing his brothers and sisters.) Please review!