Authors note: The character in this chapter and his family are my creation. However, his name is not ! It was the name of a great-great uncle of mine! As a huge Harry Potter fan, I chuckled when I discovered it in my family tree. And yes, it is a real surname, honestly! SA
'Freedom is taken by storm.
The blood on his hands is still running warm,
The power of terror will reign,
There is no mercy in pleading,
In for the kill, no quarter be shown.'
"In for the kill - Black Sabbath"
'Crucio!' Alvin Muggleton writhed on the stone floor as the pain coursed through his body. His breath became ragged during the momentary respite before another torrent of pain hit his body. His bladder had now voided itself and he could feel the warm liquid soak his trousers. He heard the laughter of the Death Eaters echo around the room and could not stop himself from shivering as the smooth, cold voice spoke again. 'You are a fool, Muggleton,' Voldemort sneered.
'Why make this so difficult for yourself? You know that you and will give me the information I need. Why protect a wretched mudblood witch? She is nothing to you.' Alvin shuddered, taking in a deep breath before answering. 'I have a daughter myself. And I'd hope that if she was in the same situation, someone would protect her from the clutches of a monster like you!' He braced himself for what he knew would come.
'Crucio!' He screamed out as the white heat of pain barreled through his body again. Voldemort directed the curse at Alvin's body several more times, revelling in his screams of pain. He would break this man.
Alvin felt his entire body convulse in agony. Voldemort had stopped cursing him but his nerve endings were on fire. He did not know how much more he could take, having been here for four days now. First Dolohov and McNair were his torturers, and he'd managed to resist and stay focused. He could not give up this girl to Voldemort. He did not know why she was so important to him, but whatever the reason, it would be nothing good. Nothing involving Voldemort could ever be good. He was an Order member and he could not betray them. Sweet Merlin, he thought, give me strength.
The pain in his body began to subside slightly and he drew in ragged breaths of air to focus himself for the next onslaught. He knew it would come, Voldemort would torture him to insanity, to death. He felt the overwhelming despair envelop him. There would be no respite, no relief...he would not survive this night.
Hot tears slipped down his cheeks. Drusilla. His heart ached at the thought of his daughter. Only fourteen, she would be an orphan before this night ended, and the thought of being parted from her was unbearable. He was all she had left, her mother having died four years ago, her brothers Joel and Isaac killed in the Hogwarts battle. She would be alone, and he felt his resolve to stay strong weaken at the thought.
Alvin shivered as he sensed that Voldemort stood over his body once more. 'Well, Muggleton', Voldemort said, 'It it fails to surprise me that you would protect a muggle-born witch, not with such a name as yours!' Alvin listened to the bellows of laughter travel around the room. 'Rumour has it you've always been a muggle sympathiser.'
Alvin took another breath before replying, 'I take people as I find them. I've had the pleasure of knowing many good muggles and muggle born witches and wizards. There is good and bad in both the magical and muggle world. You are proof of the bad that taints the magical world'! He screamed in pain as Voldemort aimed another curse at him. 'Insolent fool!' Voldemort yelled. 'You will regret that!'
Voldemort moved away from Alvin and began to pace around the room. 'Now Muggleton, you mentioned your daughter earlier did you not?' Voldemort's voice had now become silkily smooth, sounding almost polite and causing Alvin's heart to constrict inside his chest. No! He yelled inwardly as Voldemort spoke of his daughter. She was safe! He had made sure of that when he joined the Order.
He fought to quell the rising panic within him. 'You love her do you not? And would do anything to protect her?' Voldemort's words made the panic within him increase in its intensity. 'No!' he yelled out aloud. Voldemort laughed. 'No? You do not love her or wish to protect her? Well, well, I pity your daughter then. Poor girl, that her own father would sacrifice her for the sake of a mudblood.'
Voldemort continued to pace around the room, smiling darkly and relishing the emotional torture he was inflicting on the man. Alvin let out a sob. 'I love my daughter you bastard! I'd do anything for her sake!' He winced in pain as a hand yanked his hair and jerked up his head. Voldemort's eyes met with his and he shivered. 'Anything? Well, we shall see.' Alvin yelled in pain as Voldemort thrust his head down against the stone floor.
His head began to throb and he felt a trickle of blood drip down his face. Voldemort moved away from him again. 'Bring her in', Voldemort commanded. He forced himself to turn his head towards the door. It opened and Fenrir Greyback appeared in the doorway He moved into the room and Alvin screamed as Drusilla's cowering form followed Greyback's. His hand gripped her arm as he yanked into her room, throwing her to the floor.
'Father!' she screamed as she looked up and saw him. She made to move towards him but Greyback yanked her by the hair and pulled her back. His heart broke at the sight of her tearstained face and the bruises and cuts marking her body. 'You bastard! What have you done to her'?
He saw Voldemort nod to Greyback, who then answered, 'Ah, nothing much...yet.' He grinned at Alvin before continuing. 'Oh don't worry, I've only given her a little "roughing up" old man. She's still pure and, how can I put it? Intact. For now anyway.' Greyback grinned evilly and looked back to Voldemort, who moved back towards Alvin. 'So you see Muggleton you have a choice to make. One that will please either me or Fenrir. You will have to disappoint one of us.'
Alvin shuddered as Voldemort continued, 'As you are aware, Fenrir here has a taste for young, virginal, female flesh. And he has told me how eager he is for your daughter. He aches to break her in. Isn't that so Fenrir?' Greyback grinned darkly and moved his face closer to Drusilla's. His hand caressed her shoulder before moving down to her breast, squeezing it. His placed his nose against her neck, inhaling her scent, 'Sweet and fresh', he leered as Drusilla sobbed. 'Well Muggleton, what is your decision? Protect the mudblood girl or your own daughter?' Voldemort smiled darkly and awaited the answer.