Ater Sanguis

Warning: Rated M for language, potential violence and occasional sexual scenes; adult themes. Chapter Specific: Torture, murder, non-con sex

Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful wizarding world of Harry Potter. If I did, I could actually afford to attend uni. All characters are property of JK Rowling.

A/N: I am so sorry that I haven't updated recently. This chapter was written a while ago, but I just hadn't uploaded it. I plan on working on some more chapters soon. This chapter will include some sexual scenes – more specifically, non-consensual sex. I do not like non-consensual sex, and as such I will not be writing the actual scene. When it comes, you will know. There is also some violence in this chapter – murder and torture, specifically. I greatly apologize in advance for these scenes. If you wish to skip this chapter, I will put a summary at the bottom of the chapter as another note.

Missions


2 August, 1996
Malfoy Manor

Draco Malfoy was conflicted. But he didn't know it yet.

After the disgusting embarrassment that his father caused at the Department of Mysteries, Draco was told he had to join the Death Eaters by Lucius. "You must save face, Draco," he had said to him, "our Dark Lord must have a Malfoy at his hand. And, unfortunately, he does not trust me at the moment." Of course, Draco had felt pride, to have been selected as a future Death Eater – no matter the circumstance. It was one of the highest honors that Draco could think of.

The first few weeks were easy; Draco was to just watch the meetings and see how being a Death Eater was more than just harassing muggles and mudbloods; there was the intricate political ways of the group as well. In between meetings, Draco was training with his father in the Dark Arts; he was learning how to properly wield his wand for the cruciatus curse, among other different tips and tricks for being a Death Eater. His father was a decent teacher, but he worried that he would not live up to the Dark Lord's expectations.

But a month and a half into his trainings, Draco was pulled out to attend an emergency meeting. He walked down the familiar hallways of his house; these were the halls that he learned to walk in, the halls that he had his first bouts of accidental magic as a child in, and now they were the halls where the Dark Lord lurked, with his lackeys behind him at every turn. He entered the main room where the Dark Lord resided, and saw a group of cloaked men, all of them masked.

"My Lord, you require my assistance?" Draco said, bending to one knee. He wasn't sure if that was what he was supposed to do, but he recalled seeing a few other Death Eaters do so during meetings. (His father did so the most, but whether that was out of respect or because he was still attempting to get on Voldemort's good side, Draco didn't know.) Everyone was in their Death Eater garb, so Draco was unsure why he was called into this meeting.

"Young Malfoy, welcome." The Dark Lord always appeared more menacing each time the young blond saw him, with his red eyes and snake like face. "The rest of your partners for tonight were all waiting for you."

"Partners?" Draco wondered aloud, looking at the older men. Was he finally going on his first mission? Was he on his way to officially becoming a Death Eater?

"Yes, you are," Voldemort revealed, as he had read young Malfoy's mind. Right, Draco remembered, the Dark Lord is one of the most skilled occulemens – if not the most skilled – ever. "You are to find the Grelens family and eradicate them. The father is a Ministry worker, but he is a mudblood, and his wife is a muggle." Sounds of disgust were made throughout the room, as each man voiced his distaste for the mudblood and his muggle shite family. "Your partners have all the information; you are to join along and watch. See what it is really like to be a Death Eater. You leave in ten minutes."

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The robes were too big for him. He was wearing his father's robes, and while he was nearly as tall as Lucius, he was not of the same build, and thus they did not fit him. Not only that, but he was wearing his father's mask; they left no loose ends, and while the whole family was to die, the Death Eaters refused to let anyone see their faces. Draco wondered what his mask would look like when he was officially a Death Eater. Lucius had told him that each Death Eater gets to design their own mask, which was no surprise – his mask was designed with ornate silver swirls, which was too much for Draco's taste.

Draco side-apparated with a Death Eater that he assumed was Goyle's father; he was the only one large enough to fit the profile. It was dark, and Draco followed the group of men to their destination. It was a small house, nothing like Malfoy Manor, with a small yard filled with muggle contraptions. Draco kicked some of the disgusting toys over on the way into the house. The one Draco assumed was Avery Jr. threw open the door and sent the killing curse towards the father. They were having dinner, Draco realized as his eyes widened, like we never had at home. They were having dinner, and we murdered their father.

The children screamed, blood-curdling and high pitched, as their father slumped over his plate. They were no older than 8, twins, Draco noted. He had orders to stay back, but he was told that he had to watch what happened. He felt a twist in the pit of his stomach, realizing that this was the wrong mission for him to be on. The screams of the children grew louder and louder, until they were suddenly silenced. The pit in Draco's stomach grew, and he clutched at his abdomen.

And then the wife was the only one left. The Death Eater that Draco assumed was Selwyn strode up to the wife and laughed a low, guttural laugh. "This'n's mine." Draco could practically hear the grin on Selwyn's face as he spoke. "Now, do you wanna do this the easy way, or the hard way, bitch?" His response came in the form of a slap, nearly knocking Selwyn's mask off. "The hard way it is then," he spat, "Crucio!"

The woman's screams were more terrifying than the children's. Draco couldn't watch. He turned and looked at the bookshelves. None of these books were recognizable to Draco. Pride and Prejudice? What was that supposed to mean? He heard Selwyn screaming crucio at the woman, once, twice, three times, until she was complacent enough. Then he heard the moans and groans of Selwyn, and the protests of the woman. Draco focused more on the books. These were the books that muggles and mudbloods read; Shel Silverstein, Stephen King, and other weird names that he just didn't understand.

Finally, Selwyn was finished. The woman hadn't stopped crying, and she had every right to – she watched as her children were slaughtered, her husband killed, and then she was tortured into submission for sex. "Avada Kedavra!" Selwyn shouted, aiming his wand directly for her chest. Her sobs stopped as suddenly as her children's had. Draco finally turned back around, disgusted. This wasn't what he signed on for.

He had to get out, but he knew it was hopeless. He had no way to leave the Death Eaters.


A/N 2: Okay so that was the chapter. If you were unable to actually read it, for any reason, here's a quick summary: Draco was sent on a mission to attend a slaughtering of a muggleborn man and his muggle family, the Death Eaters slaughtered the children, and one of them tortured and raped the wife before killing her. Now Draco's not sure what to do.