I'd like to point out right now, that from now on, this story is going to get darker. As you notice, the rating has been changed from K+ to T. This is for a very good reason.

Chapter 2

The Next Night, around 11 P.M.

All four of the defectors quietly exited their rooms, and as they walked down the hallway, they bumped into each other, catching themselves quickly before they could make a too much of a ruckus.

It was important not to alert anyone, lest they go to the Dark Lord, who would surely kill them for their attempted betrayal. That was why they had shrunk their bags down to pocket size so that they would light enough to make a quick escape if necessary.

As they looked each other in the eyes, it was apparent that they had all decided to leave at the same time. Coincidence or not, they really couldn't do anything about it.

They didn't say anything else as they made their way to the entrance. No one else was up at this time of night. They were all defecting and never coming back to the shit-hole that Voldemort called home. An unspoken agreement was made then and there that they would stick together. It was better than going on the run by themselves.

Bellatrix gave her husband a quick peck on the cheek before they stopped at her sister's room. She had been the one who initiated the stop before she silently entered the room and walked over her youngest sister's sleeping form.

She smiled at the sleeping form of Narcissa Malfoy née Black, a woman who was 41 years old. Her long blonde hair with a pitch black streak down the middle rained down her face as she slept peacefully.

Unlike Bellatrix and Lucius, Narcissa had never been marked, but was associated very closely with the Death Eaters. Her husband was the only reason she was staying at the Lair.

Bella leaned down to Narcissa's cheek, brushed the hair aside, and gave her little sister a soft, sweet kiss on the cheek, just as she had done numerous times when they were little, when Cissy had nightmares.

She whispered into the younger woman's ear, "Cissy, no matter what happens, I'll always love you, and I'll always look after you. Never doubt that."

Rodolphus' soft voice said, "Come on Ma Cherrie. We need to go. We don't have much time."

He had a point. Though it was far from morning, if they stay any longer than necessary, they risked being discovered by the more loyal Death Eaters. Or even worse, the Dark Lord himself.

As they started once again to the entrance of the Manor, they happened to pass by another room. They instantly recognized this room as the one that belonged to Peter Pettigrew, better known by his nickname from school 'Wormtail'.

Almost instantly Bellatrix was filled with uncontrollable rage. For as long as he had been a Death Eater, they had absolutely and completely despised Peter 'Wormtail' Pettigrew for not suffering alongside them. However, she had especially hated him.

Despite what she was about to do, she had at one point been a loyal Death Eater. She couldn't stand the idea that her Former Lord forgave him for not looking for him for 12 years after he had taken the easy way out.

She had searched for him, and got 14 years in prison.

He had never gone what they had gone through.

He never got punishment for being a Death Eater.

He had never gotten what he deserved for betraying James and Lilly Potter and framing Sirius Black, a person whom while she hated, was formerly a Black. The Black's were all about Family. Anyone who betrayed one, even a former one, was in her eyes, scum.

And to top it all off, he didn't come back to Lord Voldemort out of loyalty. He came back because he was scared of him, as he should be. There was no other option for him.

He was a fucking coward and blood traitor.

She despised cowards.

He never got punishment.

She realized then and there that she needed to correct that.

Suddenly, an idea formed in her head. A wicked idea. One that would allow herself, and her comrades some play time. It would also help out her House's Head. She said, "Put on your Hoods and Masks now and distort your voice."

They looked at her as if she was mad. Rodolphus asked, "Darling, what are you up to?"

"We're taking Wormtail hostage. We're going to make him pay for everything he's ever done. But we do it right. We make it look like we're serving the Dark Lord, and punishing him for his failures. Then, we are going to turn him in. now put on your damn hoods and masks. We don't have much time." replied Bellatrix in an annoyed tone.

They couldn't honestly say anything in reply. She was right. There wasn't much time. Best not to argue. They put on their Death Eater Hoods and Masks and cast a distortion charm on their voices. No one would be able to tell who they were.

Purely excellent.

Without a word, Dolohov smiled manically and silently opened the door. Rabastan went in first, and had his wand pointed at Wormtail's throat in an instant before he was joined by Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Antonin. Bellatrix then leaned in and growled into Wormtail's ear, "Wake up, you little rat."

As the short man did, he nearly shit his pants at the sight of the four Death Eaters in front of him, wands aimed directly at him. Rabastan growled, "Don't say a word. And we even think you're going to scream, you'll learn the true meaning of pain."

As Wormtail closed his mouth before it could scream out, Rodolphus said, "You're going to die, Peter Pettigrew. You have failed the Dark Lord too many times for you to live. But you are first going to be tortured, and we have orders to make it as painful as we possibly can."

With a flick of Dolohov's wand, Wormtail was stunned, and Bellatrix acted quickly when she put a blindfold and gag on him, and Rodolphus placed an anti-animagus jinx upon him. They all knew about his ability. They refused to allow him to get free this time. He was going to pay for everything he had done.

Without a word, Antonin put the rat over his shoulder, and they left the Manor behind, doing, up until recently, they would have thought as foolish. They honestly couldn't believe they had done what they did.

They had defected from Lord Voldemort, the most feared and darkest wizard of all time, and had essentially flipped him the proverbial 'bird'. And they didn't really give a shit. It was too late to turn back now.

They apparated to about 8 miles away from the Manor. It was a wooded area, close to a small river, and a place where it would be very unlikely for anyone to find them.

After they had placed wards all around their selected campsite, Dolohov turned to Bellatrix and asked in a gruff voice, "Are you out of your damn mind woman?"

"What the Bloody Hell are you talking about, Tony?" demanded Bellatrix before Antonin cut her off by yelling, "Defecting against the Dark Lord is one thing. Acting against him is an entirely different matter! Do you have ANY idea as to what he'll do to us if he finds out we kidnapped and turned his rat?"

"Shut the fuck up Tony!" yelled out Rabastan as his hand went for his wand instinctively.

Before Antonin could lunge for the younger man, Rodolphus intervened by coming between the two of them. He said, "Knock it off. Tony, the Dark Lord isn't going to leave us alone. Not after what we just did. Do you really think that he'll be any different after we do this?"

The older man stared Rodolphus down as he continued, "The sooner he falls, the sooner we'll have him out of our hair. I figure that turning in that piece of goat shit will speed it up. We all need to have a cool head right now. So go take a walk. Have a smoke. Take a deep breath. Just calm down."

Wormtail began moving. They realized that he was waking up. They shut up immediately and began setting up camp.

Rodolphus and Rabastan were the ones who set up their tent while Antonin and Bellatrix kept watch over Wormtail. Though he had tried to change into a rat, he was unable to, due to the jinx they had cast on him.

Rodolphus then had a thought. He said, "Guys, one of us is going to have to stay up to make sure our guest doesn't scurry away. Aside from that, I'm sure I can vouch for everyone here when I say that I don't want that piece of filth in the same tent as us."

"I'll do it," volunteered Antonin as he conjured a lawn chair in front of the tent as Bella, Rodolphus and Rabastan walked inside. They knew that if Antonin was watching over Wormtail, he wasn't going anywhere.

He had earned the record of staying up most in Azkaban for going 12 days without sleep, which he had won because he, unlike his companions, had learned from an early age the art of how to function with very little sleep.

As for the cold weather outside, it was no problem to him either. He had grown up in Russia, quite possibly one of the coldest places on earth, and compared to it, England was warm to him.

Plus, he just plain loved the outdoors, and had gone camping with his brother and sisters when they were growing up a lot.

Antonin then pulled out his bottle of Fire-Whiskey, aimed his wand lazily at Wormtail, and said, "If you even twitch, you are going to die, Peter Pettigrew."

They sat in silence for a little while before Wormtail said, "I have to pee."

"Too fucking bad."

Rabastan finally finished setting up the hammock, and looked to Bellatrix and Rodolphus. Though they tried their best to hide it, it was obvious they were both horny. He couldn't blame them. 14 years is a long time to go without shagging.

Then again, during the First War, they had been horny as rabbits, and often shagged in the most embarrassing of places.

One of their particular 'fetishes', was shagging immediately after a raid or even in the house of their victims. Both were certified nightmare fetishist's, and often got turned on by things that made most cringe in fear and terror.

Rabastan also suspected that his brother reused condoms. It was a wonder that Bellatrix hadn't ended up pregnant during the First War, considering the amount of shagging they did. It was probably due to the fact she often took a birth-control potion.

And aside from all of that, he had a distinct feeling that Rodolphus and Bellatrix were in to bondage and submission. Considering that Bellatrix wore the pants in their relationship, he had no doubts as to who exactly was often the submissive.

He turned around, and said, "Bella, Rod, as much as you two like to go at it like rabbits, please keep it down or at least put a silencing charm on my ears. I really don't feel like hearing Bella scream out in pleasure tonight," referring to the fact Bellatrix was a screamer in bed.

Bellatrix cackled at his request and asked, "Aw, what's the matter Rab? Can't stand to hear your brother shagging me?"

Though she did laugh at his request, Rodolphus did put a silencing charm over his ears. That allowed him to sleep soundly while his brother and sister-in-law did things that he really didn't want to think about at the moment.

The next morning, as Rodolphus, Bellatrix, and Rabastan walked out of the tent and shrank it down to a size they could fit in their duffle-bags, they saw an interesting sight.

Antonin Dolohov hadn't moved a muscle from where he sat the entire night. He still had his wand pointed at Wormtail, who was shaking violently, obviously in terror of the fate that awaited him.

The rat yelled out, "Please let me use the bathroom! I really, REALLY need to pee!"

Rodolphus looked to his friend and nodded. Antonin then picked the smaller man up and took him to a tree to relieve himself.

About 5 minutes later, Rodolphus stunned Wormtail again, and Bellatrix raised an eyebrow as she asked, "Now where do we go? I'm NOT sleeping in a tent again!"

Antonin said, "We're going to need a new place to sleep. And I know exactly where we can that doesn't involve a tent. It's a tavern about five miles from London. I know the owners. They aren't going to summon the Aurors."

"Are they trustworthy?" asked Rabastan cautiously. He didn't feel like being given a return trip to Azkaban.

"I trust them with my life. They're trustworthy." replied Antonin confidently. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the owners of the tavern would rather die than betray him or his friends.

"Excellent. Let's go then!" yelled out Bellatrix as Antonin created a Portkey for them to travel by. Grabbing onto it, they were instantly transported to outside the tavern that they had been told about.

The Tavern was named 'Wyverns Tavern'. It was an old place, as evidenced by the wear of the wood that made it up, but it was imposing enough to command respect from those who looked upon it.

Antonin said nothing as he walked into the tavern first to find a homely sight. It was decorated like a traditional pub, and two people were minding the bar, both wearing dark robes.

The first person was a tall man, only an inch below Antonin's height, was in his 40s, and was quite burly. Close cropped dark red hair lined his head.

The second person was Bellatrix's height, in her late 30s, and was beautiful. Dark red hair covered her head as well, running to her shoulders. Dark shadows lined her dark eyes and an ancient scar covered her face, running from ear to ear, forming an eerie, eternal smile.

The two bar owners looked up from what they were doing immediately as the four walked in. Suddenly, without warning, they walked out from behind the bar and pulled Antonin into a bear hug as he said, "Alex! Anfis!"

"Tony! It's so good to see you!" yelled out Anfis Dolohov as she nearly squeezed the life out of her eldest brother, while Alexander Dolohov hugged his brother more gently, though firmly.

"Anfis, I need air. Please," gasped Antonin before the youngest Dolohov let him go. He had forgotten that Anfis gave people killer hugs. She was nearly as bad as her Mum.

He looked to his brother and handed Wormtail over to him and Anfis. He said, "Alex, my friends and I need to use your cellar. Anfis, put this little rat in there. Make sure there aren't any bars, cracks, or anything else in it. Don't need him escaping."

About five minutes later, Anfis and Alexander had returned, and the foursome had sat down at the bar. They needn't worry about anyone walking in on them, as the Tavern did not open until four in the afternoon.

Anfis looked at the four of them and said after a cackle, "You people are a piece of work. Was that who I think it is?"

"Yes, that was, Anfis." replied Bellatrix, looking the younger woman in the eye. They both knew the other from the First War and had often engaged in verbal debates.

Anfis smiled wickedly and asked, "Do we get to play with him before we dispose him of him? It's been so long since we did something like that, Bella."

"14 years seems like an eternity when you've been in where I have," Bellatrix said, "How did you manage to keep out of Azkaban, Anfis?"

"A lot of calming droughts and a run in with a Dementor can make a difference."

"You ran into a Dementor?" asked Rodolphus.

"One time and that was one time too many for my tastes." replied Anfis as she stroked the scar lines on her face.

"To answer your question, no. We can't kill him, unfortunately. We need him alive so that we can clear the name of my Head of House." said Bella coyly to the younger woman. They both longed to give the rat his due.

"Why are you suddenly so devoted to Sirius Black, Bellatrix? The man's a sodding blood traitor for God's sake!" declared Alexander as he looked the younger woman in the eyes.

Sensing that Alexander was about to test his luck with Bellatrix, Rodolphus sat the drink he had poured down and said, "Alex, we have left the Dark Lord's service."

As Anfis and Alexander stared at the four in shock, Rodolphus went on to explain their situation, how they had come to be where they were, why they had done what they did, everything.

Rabastan then finished, "We need a place to stay. Not forever, just for a few days. A week at the most. Can you help us out?"

Alexander and Anfis Dolohov looked to the other and nodded. Alex then went behind the counter and produced four warm bowls of porridge as well as warm loaves of breads before handing them over to them. He said, "You four can spend a week here, in the empty rooms. For now, dig in."

It was not the finest cuisine in town but it was satisfying to them. In fact, Bellatrix almost wept at how sweet the taste of the porridge was compared to the slop they had to eat for 14 years in Azkaban. Rodolphus put an arm around her and held her close as Rabastan and Antonin ate silently and contently.

An hour later, they were shown to their rooms and soon they were each resting peacefully in warm, soft beds. Rodolphus left a luminous charm on since both of them dreaded the darkness.

That was one of the things that Azkaban had done to them. Pure darkness in a room reminded them too much of the demons called dementors. Another was that no matter how much they ate, their stomachs had shrank so much that they'd never fully regain the weight they had pre-prison. And never again would they ever be able to spend any large amount of time on the beach.

For the first time in 14 years, Antonin Dolohov, Bellatrix and the Lestrange brothers slept peacefully.

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