AN: Hello! I'm back! So Yes, I know it has been awhile, but RL has me crazy busy. I picked up a THIRD job, and that "F" I mentioned last chapter, I got that changed, it was actually an "A". So since I'm gonna be crazy busy for the rest of the summer but I will update as I can. I also have an idea for a new fanfiction, but I'm not quite sure how the story starts or ends, just the middle. So I may post it if/when I come up with the beginning. Also so on the American cable channel FX has been broadcasting the movie Taken, which has the actor who plays Dolohov in Harry Potter(He's Marko from Tripolli(?) or the guy from the commercials who says "Good Luck" to Liam Neeson.) Also so I saw Thor, which was amazing since Kenneth Branagh directed it. Also the actor who played Loki, he stole the movie. The only thing I cared about was what he was doing next. Seriously Chris Hemsworth(although he did a lovely job too) could be shirtless flexing the whole movie and Tom Hiddleston could be in a burlap sack and I would still care more about what Hiddleston was doing.
So here is Chapter 6! Hope you enjoy it!
Also I am starting a Muggle Missing Play list. First song is posted at the bottom.
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Barty Crouch's POV
"Crucio!" I yelled pointing my wand at the defiant little elf. He could protect my lovely captive all he wanted but he would pay for it. How could a magical creature be more loyal to a Muggle and not obey a wizard? I never really cared for house elves anyway—Malfoy had the right idea: they were there to serve and not be seen. I grew up with one as my personal servant, but honestly, I couldn't care less about "Pinky," or whatever her name is. How did Dolohov stand his? His parents were long gone so, I guess he had inherited most of their assists. His father had been one of the first Death Eaters and one of the loyalists, next only to the Lestranges, and myself of course. His mother, well she doesn't exactly matter, she did her duty in her marriage and provided an heir. From the stories I'd heard about her, she reminded me of my own mother: she would foolishly spend her time spoiling Dolohov, but unlike my mother she let Dolohov Sr. send her son away. Durmstrang gave their boys a better understanding of the art of spells, and not just the theory, like Hogwarts. Durmstrang taught their student to actually duel, instead of merely defend.
This is why Dolohov was driving me bonkers lately; he seemed to be going soft. Durmstrang had taught him to be strict and strong. He was raised to be a Death Eater; he tortured Muggles and killed them. Between Karkaroff and me, it was our favorite pastime. But now? Noo- he would never hurt poor helpless little Portia, his dear sweet Portia, who was so charming and innocent. He even hated to see her cry—what was that about? I'd seen him make Muggles cry just for fun, and count their tears and make the victim drink them. These days, however, he would occasionally curse Portia to keep up appearances, but I could see through it. He didn't mean his curses; he didn't like hearing her scream. I would test that out today; he knew that she was to be punished for her latest escape attempt.
Portia screamed at the sight of the elf falling. Stupid Muggle, always caring and naïve about the world, she should be happy that I wasn't using the Cruciatus Curse on her at the moment.
She really was a lovely sight…for a Muggle, with her dark hair, almost black as the water dripped off it, falling in waves/curls just below her shoulders. She reminded me of Fitzgerald's Myrtle, not in body, but in mind. She believed that she was the same as Dolohov and me—that our Death Eater morality was like her naïve Muggle mindset. How little she understood! If I was the one keeping her I would have taken advantage of her long before now, but then I might become contaminated by her Muggle filth. I had my way with them occasionally, but later usually had to go get magical medical help to get rid of whatever I'd caught. It almost wasn't worth it, I'd decided. I had to admit, though, I liked Portia's vitality, especially in comparison to Dolohov's. He had become a stick-in-the-mud since she arrived. He would only take part in my games and torture of Portia if he felt that she'd done something to provoke it. Her spirit did just that; she had to try to escape and I had my fun. Oh how I loved hearing her scream and watching her being tortured. I only tolerated her escape attempts because I would get this wonderful sight. Unfortunately my moments of delight in her pain couldn't last.
"What is going on here?" Dolohov screamed, as he barged into the room, he the Knight-in-Dark-Armor here to save Princess Portia, just in time. He looked livid. I wondered he was mad because I'd gotten his pet wet before he did, or treated his elf as it should have been treated.
"Nothing, just testing out a theory," I replied, getting out of the pool and disapperating. I knew he wouldn't give me answers today, but there is someone else that he has to answer to. Of course Dolohov had to step in and save her, although indirectly, since he had truly saved the elf. Stupid little elf, stopping me from hurting her. How dare it hurt a wizard! It had to ruin my fun. It would pay later.
I had apparated to Evan Rosier's; he wasn't as overbearing as my parents and was still respectable in their eyes. He was a man I could count on; he would never go soft, a Death Eater till the end. I had met him through Hogwarts, where he was two years above me. We had become closer through being Death Eaters. I arrived at the edge of his cal-du-sac, went up to number 9, and the building appeared. I opened the gate and walked up to the large French doors and knocked.
"What? If this has something to do with Dolohov's Muggle, I don't want to hear it," Rosier said, answering the door. "If it is, you can leave right now, because I have friends over and they don't want to hear it." He leaned against the door frame, blocking any sort of entry. Of course he didn't want to talk about Dolohov, they were sworn enemies. Enemy of my enemy is my friend is complete rot, according to the two of them, luckily for me. They had hated each other ever since they first met. Their mutual hatred of Muggles was strong, but not enough to bring them together.
"I didn't come over because of that, although speaking of Muggles, you and your friends wouldn't happen to be up for some fun?" I asked him smiling, knowing that he would say yes. His family had raised him with strict pure blood beliefs, and after school he followed in his father and favorite cousin Bellatrix's footsteps and joined up with the Dark Lord. His linage was intertwined with many of the pure blood families.
"Always up for that," Rosier sneered. "Come on in, the gang is waiting." Rosier, always the charismatic one had been friends with not just the boys from our age group but also the older Lucius Malfoy, who was there in the living room. I walked in expecting to find him with just peers, but to my surprise his mother was there too.
"Hello there, Barty," she said with a smile and, as she slipped into the back room, I noticed the long dark shaggy mane of Regulus Black leaning up against a tapestry. Its mutilated façade reminded me of the hanging in the Black residence, old with various burn marks from removed relatives. I easily found Evan's name on there, the only child under John and Gienah Rosier. Next to his mother were her two sisters, though the youngest sister was burnt off for being a squib. How sorry I felt for him. On the other side next to his father was his sister Druella Black. Their three draughts had all been in school before me, but their cousin Regulus Black and I had been in the same year at school, two years behind Rosier and Black's blood traitor of a brother.
I was surprised to see Karkaroff lurking in the corner trying to suck up to Lucius Malfoy, who was sitting comfortably in an arm chair by the fire. I had never been in school with Malfoy, but after meeting him in the Death Eater circles, I felt as if he were a beloved sibling, along with Bellatrix and her husband Roldolpus. Karkaroff, being one of Dolohov's closest friends, wasn't in close with Rosier. What was he doing here then? Karkaroff may be thick as a log, but at least he wasn't in love with Dolohov's Muggle and would jump at the chance to torture her. Maybe I could talk to Malfoy about Dolohov and his Muggle. I am sure that the Dark Lord would not be happy about a loyal follower being so taken up with a Muggle.
"So Crouch came here to take us out for a fun night out on the town-anybody up for some good sport?" Rosier asked the group. The answers were sly grins and jeers. I knew I was in good company at Rosier's. We set out to Knocturn Tavern, the small bar that few frequented due to the dark nature of Knocturn Alley. An excellent meeting place for Death Eaters. The tavern was dimly lit with shrunken heads decorating the ceilings and walls lined with torture artifacts from the Inquisition and the Dark Ages. Dusty, smoke-dimmed portraits of infamous witches and wizards hung on the walls. Our booth had a magical painting of three witches, with a title in old English. One could recognize them as the Weird Sisters from The Scottish Play
"So Crouch, what do we owe the pleasure of your company?" Malfoy asked in that cold smooth voice of his as we slid into the booth near the back. Karkaroff slouched in next to him. I sat on the opposing end with Black and Rosier. "Is Dolohov not letting you toy with his pet?"
While Rosier made it clear with a grunt that he was perturbed that Dolohov was being brought into the outing, I noted that Karkaroff leaned forward with interest.
"Well, I did get to torture her a bit this morning, but then he came in and stopped it. And then his elf had the nerve to try and stop me. I swear he is going soft."
"Tell me, does Dolohov still torture other Muggles or has he stopped completely?" Malfoy drawled with his cold stare.
"I don't know. He's been such a kill joy lately," I said with a sigh. "Ask Karkaroff-he's spent more time with both of them. Dolohov gets mad when I crucio her," I continued with disgust. At my statement Karkaroff looked shocked when all of the eyes turned to him.
"Well Igor, does he torture her or any other Muggles?" Our own Richard III, Malfoy asked. Karkaroff looked like a kid on Christmas when Malfoy said his first name. Karkaroff should have known by now that Malfoy used his given name to flatter and garner followers.
"Well" Karkaroff started shakily, in his accented English. He knew English and had practiced with the Muggle brat, but yet he still continued to feign his fluency. He glanced up at Rosier before continuing. "He had tortured her some, and even let me hurt her a days ago. We have tortured some ransom Muggles when we were out the other day. It was while we was out by the Louver Mausoleum," he finished leaning back and taking a sip of his firewhiskey. Malfoy looked content with his response, smiling his half smile.
"Well Crouch, if it still upsets you so much, I have come into the knowledge that The Dark Lord is going to call us to a meeting tonight. He has information about the resistance and wants them dealt with. That may distract Dolohov from his pet and remind him of where his allegiances truly lie." Malfoy said, knowing that not just the group but also Dolohov would readily get in step with anything The Dark Lord had up his sleeve.
After we finished our drinks, we headed out to find Muggles, hitting only the larger Gentlemen's establishments, where there were both the rich and the poor flocked like pocked-faced tykes to see the ladies of the night. These working girls were ripe for picking and easily were swayed by parlor tricks that Muggles called magic. They would follow us to Hell and back with the right persuasion. The local establishment held a weekly masquerade, so anybody could slip in and out without raising official enquiries.
Upon entering the club, and lowering our masks, we dispersed like a pride of lions into the savanna. Rosier went straight to the bar, Karkaroff on his heel. Malfoy was nowhere to be seen, while Black stood nervously at the front trying not to touch anything or anybody. Black was very odd, he was always a motivated Death Eater and worshiped the Dark Lord and yet lately he seemed more reclusive and distant.
My attention was instantly drawn up to the red lights on the stage, where the harlots danced and their Madam stood watch. An earnest young man handed a white lily to one of the girls. I laughed at the sight: such a contradiction-a white lily given to a whore. I couldn't help but watch the young man and the girl as they disappeared into the back room. I felt like cursing them both, right then and there. Why did these ignorant Muggles have to always seem so happy?
All that I wanted out of life was to rid the world of Muggles and Mudbloods. It really was not too much to ask for. Why didn't other wizards see things the same way? For centuries witches and wizards had had to hide because of what the Muggles would do to them. They burned us alive, and yet we were the monsters in all this? One simple incantation would end all of their pain and struggles. But they would instead burn and blowup their so called foes in the name of their belief. Dirt is dirt; everything was the same, just under a different name on a different tongue. Everything had a side; right or wrong, good or evil, but no matter where the boundary line is the ones opposing are the villains, even if it is the noblest cause. All that they saw was good and evil, as if it were black and white. Nothing is ever just back and white; nobody is ever innocent or pure. No motive is right for everybody, only the minority who benefits from it.
"Hilarious, isn't it?" A rough old voice said from within a cloud of smoke. I looked over to see the red-dressed Madam smoking next to me and looking after where the young couple left.
"Pardon?" I asked.
"The boy, giving the girl a white lily." She said gesturing over to where the couple had been. "If I had a nickel every time that happened I would be rich." She continued through another puff of smoke. "Oh wait, it happens every night and for a lot more money," she continued with a laugh. "Well, are you staying and buying or leaving?"
"He's staying and buying," Malfoy's icily smooth voice said from behind us. He extended his hand and handed the Madam a galleon.
"What is this? Some kind of joke?" She asked looking over the coin in her hand.
"No of course not. Imperio." He said, his wand pointing out just below his sleeve. The madam's eyes glazed over like the other prisoners of the imperious curse. "Now if you will excuse my friend and me, your new employers, we have some work to do. If you would just send your best over to welcome us we would be delighted." He said as we walked away. Leave it to Malfoy to take advantage o every opportunity to turn a profit. "Now you need to come join me for another drink and stop being so moody," Malfoy said, pulling me to the bar.
As we made our way over I saw Rosier dragging one of the many scarlet women outside. He seemed to be having a bit of trouble with her. This one reminded me of Dolohov's Muggle, not just the dark hair, but the fight too. Oh the passion they both had in them-how I would like to see them both screaming, I thought. When a flash of green flashed outside of the door I knew that her struggle was over.
"We should go." Malfoy said, observing the flash also. "The aurors will be here soon." We both got up to leave, signaling to Karkaroff and Black. "Morsemordre!" Malfoy shouted pointing his wand into the air, when we were outside. I felt the familiar burn on my left forearm as our Master called us to him.
AN: So thanks for reading! Reviews are welcomed, so are Favorites and Alerts! So what did everybody think? Are the Death Eaters as bad as everybody planned? OOOO Also I know how I am going to kill Fabian and Gedion Prewitt… that kinda sounds bad…ok so how Dolohov will in my story. Also I will get to answering reviews later, since it's late, I'm sick and my meds just kicked in.
Also first song in the playlist...
Born This Way from Lady GaGa! I think it fits perfectly. I would list more but they wouldn't quite make sense. Some of the bands included; Linkin Park, Paramore, Apple Trees and Tangerines, and Simple Plan.