Lucius' Revenge

Rolanda had made it back to Hogwarts. Badly injured but alive. Frantically she turned on the spot, looking for any signs of Minerva. Minerva was nowhere near her though and Rolanda settled down to wait for her. Surely Minerva would apparate in a few moments and swear horribly at those bloody death-eaters who attacked them. And Rolanda would be more than glad to see the irritating Scottish witch. She would hug her and be happy to see her alive. How many people would fling themselves at paid murderers without a wand just to defend a woman they worked with?

But minutes stretched into an hour and still there was no sign of Minerva. Rolanda was more terrified by the second. What took Minerva so long? Surely she got away. Oh ... perhaps she had to hide and wait until the coast was clear to apparate home. Yeah, that must be it. Desperately Rolanda searched her brain for any explanation, even the most unlikely, for Minerva's absence.

After two hours however her hope was extinguished. It was clear to the most dim-witted person that something was very wrong indeed. Minerva was an excellent fighter with more experience than she wished for. In a fair duel no death-eater had a chance to match her. But they had been outnumbered and taken completely by surprise. Since Minerva was not here by now she must have been imprisoned. Ergo the longer Rolanda waited the more those bastards could torture Minerva and get information from her.

The image of a help- and defenceless Minerva nearly killed Rolanda. How on earth was she supposed to break the news to Albus?

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Molly was a nervous wreck since George had told her about the death-eaters' plans. She was more afraid than ever before in her life. But being imprisoned in the order's headquarters was suffocating. For the first time she understood Sirius. He was very sympathetic indeed. And Arthur was a real darling, trying to keep her occupied in the house, bringing her flowers or other small pleasurable things.

But today everything was different. A frightened Pomona Sprout had come to Grimmauld Place. Dumbledore and completely destroyed his tower upon hearing the news of his wife's abduction. Pomona went to inform the other members of the order and asked Molly to go to the Ministry and inform Arthur, Kingsley, Tonks and Mad-Eye.

Molly was only too happy to help. It was a chance to get out after all.

Enthusiastically she changed into Muggle clothes and got ready to go to the Ministry. Arthur would probably be mad because she left headquarters but when he heard the news everything would change. Minerva was in danger and they had to act fast if there was to be a chance to rescue her.

Molly did not get very far. Sirius saw horror-stricken how suddenly two men appeared underneath the tree and grabbed Molly. Then they apparated before Sirius could so much as blink.

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Lucius opened the door to his room which had become Molly's cell. He would finally get her and he would enjoy every last second of it.

"Molly, I know we have our differences, but that doesn't matter right now. Finally we can start again. Forget Arthur, forget Narcissa. I love you, and I'll prove it. I know you may think you're not good enough for me, but you are."

But he was cut off by Molly's cruel laughter. She would NOT show him her fear.

"Is that what you think, Lucius? I didn't marry you because you are shallow-minded and petty. You're a cruel bastard."

Molly's laughter echoed through Lucius' head, cutting straight into his heart. All he could think was she shouldn't have laughed. But it was too late for her to fix the damage. The rage in Lucius' heart was building, and his teeth were clenched in fury. His blood ran hot in his veins, and the alcohol only increased his anger. How dare she reject him again? He wouldn't stand for it. He would force her to love him.

He got to his feet, sweat beads forming on his reddened face. He grabbed Molly roughly, half-dragging her onto his bed. She struggled underneath him, but his grip was to strong. Lucius tore at her dress, ripping at the fabric until there was only her underwear. His breath was hot against her neck, and thick with the scent of whiskey. He ripped off her last layer of clothing, finally allowing himself to cup his hands around her breasts. The beautiful pale mounds filled his hands. His eyes trailed up her smooth stomach and neck, settling on her eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes were filled with hatred and malice, but Lucius took no notice of her anger. He forced her into a kiss, harsh and rough, allowing his tongue to search her mouth despite her protests.

Molly gave him another hard shove, trying desperately to get the man off of her, but he did not budge. This was exactly the Lucius she had once known. Just as cruel as in Hogwarts. But by now he had learned even more tricks. "Get off of me," she hissed.

"I can't do that, love. I've made up my mind." Lucius smiled in that cocky way of his that had always sickened, but this time it seemed only more devious, and she was afraid.

Lucius undressed as quickly as possible, he couldn't wait any longer, and he would get what he wanted whether Molly cooperated or not. He trailed his finger up her bare leg, enjoying the softness of her skin. It was smooth despite her over forty years. She was all his if he chose to take her. His hands wandered farther into an area that Lucius had not yet explored. Molly cried and whimpered lightly as he slipped a finger into her, and he was almost disappointed by her sudden submissiveness. She was soaking wet, who was she to say she didn't want him? He pressed his hardened manhood against her thigh, and she cried out in pain - pain that Lucius mistook for pleasure - as he rocked into her, thrusting and moaning.

"No, no Lucius stop!" Molly begged, sobbing. She was in pain, and worse, she was completely vulnerable and completely at his mercy. But Lucius would have none of her pleading. He silenced her cries with a long kiss, mashing is rough lips against her soft ones. All she could do was lay under his heavy trap, and whimper to herself, pleading with God, who had long before forsaken her.

Lucius was finally finished with the bitch, grinning to himself. He tossed her away from him like a plaything he no longer used, and she scrambled to collect her cloths. He had gotten what he wanted, and so he no longer needed her. And he was completely oblivious of Molly's slumped and bleeding form, vomiting on the floor through a flood of tears.