Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter... Sadly.

Sarah and Rufus sat at the restaurant, choosing what to eat from a menu.

"I think I'll have the steak", Sarah said.

"Me too", said Scrimgeour. He then ordered for them, two peppersteaks and two glasses of wine. While they waited, Scrimgeour spoke.

"I've got a little mission for you, Sarah"

"Thrilling, tell me more!"
"Well... As you know, we've recieved lot of letters complaining about a certan group of Snatchers, Mr Scabior's gang", Sarah nodded, "Well, I'd like you to join them for a while," Scrimgeour continued and Sarah's eyes seemed to grow three times bigger.

"No no no no no, I- I can't do that! You know what he's done to me!"

"Yes, yes I know... But please, you're the only one I trust" Sarah swallowed.

"Alright then... But I swear, if he touches me again!"
"I will make sure he doesn't"

"Good"

The waitress arrived with the wine and food. Great. Sarah was to work for the man she hated even more than she hated Harry Potter. The man who had kept her as his prisoner for the entire Christmas holidays. The man who had raped and abused her. But she'd do it for Rufus. She'd do anything for him. As they ate, Sarah asked;

"When do I start?"

"Tonight", Scrimgeour said and picked up a red cloth from his pocket, "Here, let me tie tis around your arm", he said and as his secretary nodded, he tied the clean, red cloth around her left arm. She frowned at it.

Later that evening, Sarah found herself in Rufus' home, they had been dancing, drinking and laughing. Sarah sat down on the sofa and rubbed her temples. She'd been drinking a little too much.

"Can I have a glass of water?" She asked.

"Absolutely", Scrimgeour said and went to fill up a glass. He gave it to Sarah and she drank it quickly.

"So, you ready to go now? To the Snatchers?"
"I will never be ready, but yes, take me there", Sarah said reluctantly. Scrimgeour took her hand and Apparated with her. Once there, he kissed he forehead and waved goodbye, then he dissapeared. Sarah looked around to see a tall man, bellowing at six other men, stitting on three logs around a small fire. The man was Scabior. He turned to look at Sarah and stopped bellowing.

"And who the fuck are you?" he asked her. Did he not recognicze her?
"Such a lovely way to speak to a woman, arsehole, don't you recognize me?"
"Yes, bu' wha' the fuck are you doin' 'ere? You clearly tol' me t' go fuck off!"

"Who wouldn't!? You're a horrible man", she spat at him, "But ANYWAY, I'm going to be here for a while, because I now work for the Ministry and we have received several letters about you and your gang. You're horrible! So I'm here to keep control over you lot", Sarah said with a lot more confidence than she thought she ever would have in front of this man.

Scabior smiled.

"Wha''s your name, sadly I don't remember it, ma'am", he said and rolled her eyes at his ignorance.

"Pansy."
"Pansy wha'?"
"Bullstrode" Scabior grabbed her arm and held her in front of him, her back pressing against his chest, so she was facing his men.

"See, lads? Ain't this wha' I'm sayin'? Don't chase after pretty girls, become a Snatcher and you'll ge' 'em for free!" All of his men laughed. Sarah tried to jerk away from Scabior, when he noticed, he shoved her down on the ground, muttering something alike 'piss off'. Sarah got up on her feet and stared up at Scabior.

"Now, arsehole, I do believe that's the reason to why I'm here, stop treating people like crap!"
"Shu' up, aye?" he said, "Oh and by the way, nice t' know you still can't lie, Sarah"

"No, I won't shut up", Sarah said in a sassy voice, trying to hide her fear fo this man, "show some respect!" Scabior's lips formen a thin line.

"'Kay, listen t' me fuckin' carefully now, yellin' at me ain't a way t' ge' me t' do wha' ya want" he said and looked at her.

"Then what is?"

"You ask me kindly after sex", he answered and winked at her.

"What woman in her right mind would fuck you?" she asked and received a hard slap across the face.

"Now be quiet or be Greyback's. You choose, love" This time, Sarah's lips formed a thin line. Scabior grinned at her. She looked away, displeased.

"Now, if you're goin' t' be 'ere, you'll need t' know the names o' my men. This is Jared," he said and pointed at a Snatcher with red shoulder-long hair and thick clothes, "this is Alex," he pointed at a man with darkbrown hair and kohl around his eyes, as a bandit-mask, "Jack Filkins", a dark-skinned man with a small beard, "X-ray" a snake "X-ray for fuck's sake, 'uman!" The snake turned into a muscular young man, "This is Nero", a regular-looking man with brown hair, "and lastly, Fenrir Greyback", Sarah shivered, she was terrified to death of Werewolves.

"Pleasure to meet you, girrrly", Greyback said.

"D-don't... Don't talk to m-me", Sarah answered shakily. Scabior laughed.

"Look who's afraid o' the bid, bad wolf", he said, "'ow long are ya stayin'?" he then asked her.

"A month, I think... If not l-longer"

"'mmm, nice" Scabior smirked. Sarah didn't know where to look, so she stared into the fire.

"Where will I sleep?" She asked.

"With me or Greyback, your choice" Scabior teased.

"I'd be happy to share bed with Greyback" Sarah muttered, even though she really didn't want to be closer than 500 feet to the Werewolf. Scabior looked dissapointed for a second before he said, "Suit youself, I'm the better fuck, you'll be mangled corpse once 'e's done with ya"

"I don't care. I'd rather die than share bed with you. Which tent is yours, Greyback?"

Fenrir nodded at one of the three tents and Sarah got up and started walking to it but Scabior stopped her.

"Where do ya think you're goin?"

"I'm tired. Let go of me, arsehole," sh muttered.

"Call me "arse'ole" again and you're screwed. Deal?" Sarah nodded and Scabior let go of her.

"I sleep in the bed, so don't go in any of the sleeping bags, they belong to Alex and Jared!" Fenrir shouted after her. Once inside the tent, Sarah changed into pyjamas and got in the bed.

This would not be fun. Sarah couldn't sleep, even though she wanted to. She wanted to fall alseep before Greyback would enter. Merlin knows what he would do to her.

She sat up and stared into the wall. Then she lay down again. She lay there withput being able to sleep for what seemed like hours.

"Hello, girly", Greyback said as he entered the tent. Sarah closed her eyes.

Please don't touch me, please don't touch me...

"I was hoping you'd be awake, I want to have fun, you see..."

Please don't touch me, please don't touch me...