Trigger Warning! The Death Eaters come into their own!
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With Rosier and Avery 'buying' things from Zonko's Joke Shop, Mulciber and Malfoy chatting up girls at Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, Dolohov and Rosier browsing Gerald's Olde Books, and Tom warding a secluded area in the forest; Hermione sat in the Three Broomsticks sipping a Butterbeer and casing for their next victim.
A Fifth Year Hufflepuff had caught her eye. The Hufflepuff was of average height and weight, with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. She was also a muggleborn and, as such, wouldn't know that there was something wrong with her and is she did realize, it would be very easy to get the Hufflepuff to go to a doctor and not a healer.
Taking a sip of her drink, Hermione hid a smirk as the Fifth Year left the Three Broomsticks – alone.
Quickly drowning her drink, Hermione stood up and followed the Hufflepuff. Once she caught sight of her, Hermione whispered. "Imperio."
There was no change in the girl's stride, but she started heading toward Gerald's Olde Books.
Hermione, however, headed straight to Tom; the girl's thoughts buzzing against her skull. Hermione closed her eyes and smiled at the feel of Tom's magic vibrating through the air. "Our boys may not be able to find this place."
"Do you have a suggestion, Mia?" Tom asked, stepping out of the warding bubble.
"You need a way to call them to you, Tom." Hermione poked him in the chest, before scowling.
"What's wrong?"
"I hate using the imperious curse." Hermione popped her neck. "It's not hard to control her, but there's this buzzing in my brain."
Tom grinned impishly at her. "Well, as soon as everyone shows up, you can cancel it."
"You are such a goof." Hermione rolled her eyes, before turning around and leaning back into his chest.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, Tom placed a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck.
"I like that." The Hufflepuff grinned. "But I think I'd like it more if you paid attention to my ear."
Blinking, Tom frowned. "What?"
"You, shut up and go sit over there." Hermione growled at the girl.
Looking like a kicked puppy, the Hufflepuff did as she was told.
"Why is she pouting?" Dolohov asked. "She was so happy to give us instructions."
Tom stated chuckling, while Hermione growled unintelligently.
Malfoy and Mulciber stepped into the clearing, followed soon after by Avery and Rosier.
"Good, now get inside the warding so I can drop the Imperius curse." Hermione nearly snarled. "It's giving me a headache and I can't kill her."
"You can kill me." The Hufflepuff smiled endearingly.
Malfoy glanced at the girl warily. "What's wrong with her?"
"I Imperiused her." Hermione rolled her eyes, waiting until Tom strengthened the wards before canceling the curse.
"How did I get here?" The Hufflepuff asked, trying to stay calm. The last thing she remembered was walking out of the Three Broomsticks.
Malfoy frowned. "Yes, but are they supposed to be so amenable?"
"Our Queen told us that the better Occlumens and Legilimens you are, the more control over the spell you have." Dolohov sneered.
"Yes." Cantankerus sighed. "But that doesn't explain why she's so accommodating. I thought that Imperius just made you do whatever the spell caster wanted."
The Hufflepuff started to panic, why were they ignoring her and what were they talking about. "Will one you please tell me what's going on?"
"Yes, well, apparently there are other side effects as well." Tom drawled, winking at Hermione.
Hermione turned beat red.
"I'm just going to go now." The Fifth year stood up and started walking away from them.
Unfortunately for her, she didn't realize that Rosier was standing behind her. "And where do you think you're going?"
"Back to my friends."
"What friends?" Hermione smirked, stalking towards the girl. "You were in the Three Broomsticks alone, you left alone, and you were headed back to the Castle."
"I have friends."
"Really?" Hermione circled the girl.
The Hufflepuff swallowed. "Yes."
"Friends that talk to you about things other than school work? Or perhaps these friends are just ashamed of being seen with a mudblood." Hermione stopped in front of her.
"Leave me alone." The Hufflepuff choked back tears. "They just had other things to do today."
"Not with you?" Tom smiled.
The Hufflepuff smiled back. "Yes; your friend understands."
Dolohov started chuckling, while Cantankerus and Malfoy exchanged grins. Mulciber, Rosier, and Avery merely smirked at the girl.
"What's so funny?" The Hufflepuff asked.
"What's your name?" Hermione cooed, running a finger down the side of her face.
The Hufflepuff flinched away from the offending finger, not used to people in her personal space. "Sally, Sally Sparrow."
"Well, Sally, you are what's funny." Tom informed her. Coming behind Hermione he wrapped his arms around her waist. She relaxed into his grip.
"I'm not funny." Sally protested. She knew she wasn't funny, her House told her so.
"But you are." Hermione tapped her on the forehead. "You think you have friends."
"But I do." Sally nearly wailed.
Hermione snorted. "Where are they, where were they in the Three Broomsticks, or when I kidnapped you?"
Sally swallowed. "Please, just let me go."
"Why would we do that when we went through so much trouble to get you?" Radolphus smirked.
"Please." Antonin snorted. "We did nothing, it was all our Dark Lord and Queen."
"We followed their orders." Abraxas countered.
Sally, thinking she could make used of their bickering, tried to make a break for it. Mulciber grabbed her upper arm and hauled her to the center of the center of the circle.
"Did the mudblood try to escape?" Rosier asked, purposefully not looking at Hermione.
Hermione cocked her head. "Sally, do you not realize that no one wants you here. You don't belong here. A mudblood in Hufflepuff, how cliché can you be. Next thing you'll be telling us that you wish your parents could come see you at Hogwarts."
Sally blushed a bright red.
Avery laughed. "Would you look at that, the Mudblood wishes her parents could come see her!"
"Tell me, Sally." Hermione pointed her wand at the girl. "Do you think you pitiful, muggle parents can protect you from magic. They can't even see it."
Trembling in fright, Sally shook her head. "Please, let me go."
With her magic manifesting, Hermione grinned. "You heard her, Edward, let her go."
Mulciber dropped her arm and quickly stepped back.
"We are going to have fun and you, Sparrow, are not going to remember a thing." A feral smile appeared on Hermione's face that sent terror into Sally's soul.
Tom ran his hands up and down Hermione's arms. "Let me play."
"Later, mea coluber." Hermione hummed, her magic reaching up to run down the side of his face in a caress.
Tom nipped at her magic, causing Hermione to send him a sultry smile.
"What's that?!" Sally exclaimed, fear of the black wisps radiating off her in waves.
"Magic." Hermione smirked. Her magic wrapping around the girl's arms. "Can the itty, bitty, mudblood's magic not do this?"
Sally flinched backwards, trying to get out of the wisps' grasp. "Stop."
"'Stop', does my little Sparrow want me to stop." Hermione mocked.
"Just leave me alone." Sally begged.
"I don't think so." A feral smirk appeared on Hermione's face. "You see, I've chosen you to be out toy."
Not allowing the Hufflepuff a chance to process, Hermione withdrew her magic from the girl.
The boys shifted in anticipation. They had never just played with their toys, only broken them.
Suddenly Sally screamed, dropping to her knees and holding her head in her hands.
Smirking, Hermione cast a silent crucio along with cephalea. The Hufflepuff collapsed onto the ground, writhing in agony and screaming in pain. The pain consumed Sally, it was all she felt and the only thought she had. Her nerves felt like someone had poured liquid fire on them and her head felt like it was about to split into.
Hermione crouched next to Sally, canceling the spells. The aftershocks of the crucio caused the younger witch's limbs to continue jerking.
"Shsh." Hermione cooed, stroking her hair.
Sally flinched away. "D-d-d-don't touch me."
"Oh, little Sparrow." Hermione grinned. "Don't you get it, you are nothing. Tom," She rose to her feet. "No physical harm."
Sally sobbed as she realized that her classmates viewed her as less than a person…
(Time Lapse)
By the time Avery got done playing with Sally, the Hufflepuff had screamed herself hoarse.
Disentangling herself from the young Dark Lord, Hermione sashayed over to where the Hufflepuff was trembling on the ground. Squatting next to her, Hermione stroked her back.
Sally choked back a sob.
"Sit up." Hermione ordered. "Sit up, or I will make you."
Not wanting to be hurt again, Sally struggled into a sitting position.
"Good little Sparrow." Hermione cooed.
"What are we going to do with her?" Cantankerus asked.
"Little Sparrow, drink this." Hermione smiled, ignoring the Nott boy and handing the Hufflepuff a potion. "Now, little Sparrow." Her voice took on a hard edge, an edge that Sally picked up and quickly drowned the potion.
Rosier frowned. "Did you Imperius her again?"
"No." Hermione smiled.
"She's listening so we don't hurt her again." Tom chuckled. "We will of course, just not today."
"Please." Sally croaked.
"Don't worry, little Sparrow." Hermione smirked. "You won't remember a thing. Obliviate."
Sally's eyes took on a far off look.
"Imperio." Hermione wanted to make sure the Hufflepuff forgot them, entirely.
Struggling to her feet, Sally Sparrow stumbled away from them.
"Should we really let her go?" Mulciber asked.
Dolohov smirked. "I have absolute faith in our Queen."
"Thank you Antonin." Hermione brushed herself off. "But try not to interact with our little Sparrow, she may remember with the right stimulus."
Tom placed a kiss to her temple. "I'm sure you did just fine."
Dolohov and Lestrange exchanged a look, while their leaders were powerful dark wizards, there were sappy as Hell.
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A/N: This is what happens when I get pissed off by a professor. And I did warn ya'll last chapter and at the top of this one.