Hermione walked into the interrogation chamber after father Paul. Paul was a few steps ahead and sat down in silence. He was looking intently at the two wizards, his hands by his side, relaxed and ready. He quite intently positioned her chair slightly farther away from the table than his, at the same time making it as obvious as possible that he was waiting for her to start the questioning. She was sure that from the perspective of the two wizards, he looked more like a bodyguard than the leader. This was exactly what he wanted. Even if the two wizards survived and were somehow released with their memories, all they would remember is that Hermione Granger, one of the most wanted mudblood witches, a leader of the light side and a known associate of Harry was commanding what was obviously an army. If they recognized the priests outfit, they might raise a few questions about why she was associating with muggles, but they would still presume she somehow recruited them. Not, as she was beginning to understand more and more, them recruiting her. She was never good at acting, but then again, she didn't need to act a lot here. Trying to look friendly, she started.

"My name, is Hermione Granger.", there, no hiding. "I can see you already knew that. In the dark, it was perhaps difficult to recognize me, but I'm sure you have seen the Wanted for Questioning posters with my name. Tell me, out of curiosity, how do I rank?", this caused some confusion between the two wizards. They obviously had no clue what she was asking. "Well, we know that Harry is called Undesirable #1. I hope I am at least in the top 5?"

The two wizards were now even more confused. This was not how interrogations were supposed to look like. They had captured many wizards and witches wanted for questioning, so they had a pretty good idea how Questioning looks like. Usually after the Ministry questioned you, you were dead. If you were important enough for the Death Eaters to question you personally, you would wish you were dead. And here they were, questioned by one of the most powerful figures for the other side, and she didn't even ask them anything important. In it's own way, this was more scary than anything they could have imagined.

"I don't think there is a ranked list. Except for Potter.", One of them finally gathered the courage to answer her.

"Oh my. Are you sure? Tell me, what do you do with people once you capture them? Surely you have different orders for me than for poor old Stan.", she was glad she remembered how the Death Eaters imperiused old Stan Shunpike.

"You are a Known Associate of Harry Potter. If we find you, we are under orders to take you to the Ministry immediately."

"That doesn't sound so special, surely you take all your prisoners to the Ministry."

"Well, sometimes there is no need to hurry. A bit of gold can slow us down, perhaps make us look the other way. It's not like anybody would care if Cattermole's wife is captured or not."

"Really? So, all prisoners are kept at the Ministry? Even the very important ones?"

"As far as I know, yes."

"What about you?", she turned to the other prisoners, "What do you know? And don't tell me the same lie your friend here is trying to peddle. I have been to the Ministry. I have seen the holding cells, you might have heard something about that particular breakout.", their eyes widened in horror. The incident was of course known to everyone, but Yaxley and Runcorn made it very publicly known what would happen to anyone stupid enough to mention it. It was very embarrassing for the Ministry to have a massive breakout. Learning that Granger, and probably Potter personally, were involved explained so much.

"That really is what they ordered us! We take everyone to the Ministry!", she looked at him intently, waving him to continue, "But... You hear things. A few weeks ago, I worked with some werewolves. They were joking that Malfoy must only go for blondes because one of the prisoners was transferred to Malfoy Manor. She was a young blonde girl. I don't think she was a normal prisoner either, the way they were talking about her capture seemed like a special mission was dispatched to capture her personally."

"Luna.", she was turning visibly angry, "Luna Lovegood is in Malfoy Manor? Guarded by werewolves? She is just a KID. She didn't even finish Hogwarts yet!", the air around her became magically charged. She noticed the buildup, and so did everyone else in the room. She closed her eyes and took a few deep, calming breaths.

"So, tell me, did they joke about anything else? Did you joke with them? Was it FUN for you?"

"No, I... I..."

"How many people did you take do their deaths? How many children?"

"I never killed anyone! I swear!"

"HOW MANY?"

"I don't know! Ten, twenty! I swear, no more. I was just following orders! They would declare me a blood traitor if I didn't do it! And then I would end up dead, just like them!"

She was angry, angrier than she had ever been in her life. These cowards! While others were out there risking their lives to defend their muggle born and mudblood friends, these bastards captured innocent children and took them to werewolves. And they didn't even have the decency to do that properly, instead betraying their new masters for gold. Gold they took from desperate people running for their life. The whole thing sickened her. She wanted to cause them pain, just as a small payback for the twenty lives they took. Paul's words crossed her mind at that point. She was not sure if this would work, but she didn't feel like caring too much at the moment.

"Take the other one away! If he causes problems, just do what you do best!", she turned to Paul and gestured, "And leave me ALONE with this one. Post a few guards at the door, nobody comes in until I am done. And alert the medics, have them wait in front as well!". If the old man was surprised by her giving him orders, he hid it exceptionally well. With a courteous nod of the head, he accepted her order and dragged the other prisoner out from the room.

"Now, you will tell me EVERYTHING! You will tell me everything you know about Malfoy Manor. Who guards it, who is imprisoned there, how do you identify yourself, who is on the list of people wanted for questioning, everything. And maybe, maybe, once you are done, you get to walk out of this room alive. And just to make sure you understand this, you can try and lie your way out of this. But any hope you have of going back to the Death Eaters better end right now, because no matter what you tell me, no matter if you lie or tell the truth, I will tell everyone you talked. I will make sure every Death Eater, every Snatcher, knows you turned. I'll even go a bit further, and lie a bit myself. So if you were afraid they would turn against you if you disobeyed their orders, think for a moment what they will do to you once they know you spied on them. Oh yes, I'll slip up, I'll say that you were spying for us from day one.", she worked herself up again, she had to take another calming breath. "Or you can tell me the truth, and do so fast. And maybe, just maybe, I'll make sure we keep you imprisoned here for a long time."

By the time she was finished, the colour was completely drained from his face. He was sure that he wouldn't last more than a week running away from the Snatchers. And he could only hope that the Death Eaters didn't think that spies were important enough to track personally. And that was a very thin hope indeed.

"Ok! Ok! I'll tell you everything I know! Please, don't throw me to the Death Eaters!"