Author's Note: Trigger warnings on this one. This chapter contains sexual assault. Things are going to only get darker from here folks.
Draco looked over a sea of people as they mingled in the Malfoy's grand ballroom waiting for midnight. He grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing house elf and went to join his mother on the dais for the count down. When the clock struck twelve, the new year was celebrated with cheers, champagne and kisses.
Draco clinked his mother's glass and kissed her cheek, then repeated the actions with his aunt. He was more than ready to see the ball end. He knew the real festivities were about to begin. Soon the guests had been shuffled out the door. Leaving only death eaters and some of the more adventurous wives behind. More brethren arrived after the "upstanding" guests left. All that remained was for their Lord to appear.
A hush swept through the crowd when the Dark Lord entered the room. In mass, everyone went to their knees in respect. Voldemort strode past his followers and climbed the dais. As soon as he turned to face the gathered a large foreboding throne appeared behind him. He sat upon it and signaled that all could stand.
Draco and his family made to leave the dais when the dark wizard stopped them. "Wait, Narcissa, my sweet Bella. I have a surprise for you," he said. The doors in the back of the ballroom sprung open, and the partygoers began to cheer as their recently incarcerated comrades came into view. He heard his mother gasp and abandon all decorum as she ran down the stairs and into her husband's waiting arms. Draco stayed still, meeting his father's eyes and sharing a quick nod. Bellatrix too had also gone to greet her own husband and his brother, whispering to them with barely concealed excitement.
It took a few minutes for the crowd to settle somewhat when the Dark Lord spoke again. "An auspicious start to the year," he began. "Our loyal brethren have been returned to us once more. But I have another surprise for you tonight. We have two very special guests. Two members of the Order of the Phoenix were apprehended earlier this evening and will be joining us here tonight." That elicited thunderous applause.
The Dark Lord gestured and two bound, gagged and blindfolded people were dragged into the room. They both struggled fiercely to no avail. "Bring them to me," he commanded. They were maneuvered up the dais. He rose, inspecting the male first. "Remus Lupin," he declared. The crowd jeered. "Loyal follower of the fool Dumbledore." He ripped the man's blindfold off. Lupin closed his eyes against the sudden light, then whipped his head around frantically until he lay his eyes on the woman.
"Tell me, wolf. Has your loyalty to the old man paid off? Are you better off? Has he ensured that you had adequate shelter, work, food for all these years?" he asked. Remus could only glare while his gag was in place. "Oh, yes, I forgot," he said then watched as the gag loosened and fell to the floor. "Now boy, tell me just how much better your life has been."
"Dumbledore is a good man," the werewolf rasped.
Voldemort laughed, "Oh, yes. He is definitely good. But I asked you, how is your life better. You can't answer that can you?"
"Fuck you!" Remus shot back which elicited another chuckle from the dark wizard. "Well, he hasn't broken your spirit I see. Fenrir!" he called.
The hulking half man stepped forward, "My Lord."
"He is one of your pups, is he not?"
"Yes, my Lord," the man answered. "He was taken from us as a child."
"A shame," the Dark Lord lamented. "Are you willing to take this wolf back into the fold and teach him the ways of the wild?"
"Yes, my Lord," Fenrir said dutifully, playing his part to perfection. He went up onto the dais and took Lupin by the shoulder as his guards stepped back. The man tried to shake off Greyback's grip, but that only caused him to hold on tighter and dig his claws into the man's shoulder.
Voldemort turned away from the wolves and focused on the woman, who despite her bonds, stood straight with her head held high. He removed her blindfold. "Auror Nymphadora Tonks." The crowd jeered. "Half-blooded, disowned by the House of Black before her birth. A metamorphmagus, intelligent, and strong. Despite your mother's perversion, you still have much to offer the House of Black."
He turned to what remained of the ancient and once great House. "Are you willing to take this witch back into the fold and teach her the pureblood ways?"
Draco as the last male issue of the family stated, "Yes, my Lord, and I shall place her in my aunt's care." That drew a manic giggle out of the woman in question.
The dark wizard nodded his approval and turned to Bellatrix. "Bella, what say you?"
"My Lord, I shall take Nymphadora Tonks into my care. I shall tend to all her needs and raise any issue as my own," she replied.
The stoic bound woman frowned at that. She was prepared for death but had no idea what to make of this. "Have you chosen a sire for your children?" Voldemort asked.
'Yes, my Lord. I have chosen my husband, Rodolphus Lestrange," she said proudly.
"Rodolphus, our returned brother, do you accept this responsibility?"
"With pleasure, my Lord," the man said leering at the young woman.
Tonks's head was spinning. She'd expected to die, most likely raped and tortured. She was an auror after all, she'd seen how death eaters liked to "play". She'd never dreamed that she'd be used as a brood mare. Her blood should have exempted her from that.
"Then you may consummate the agreement," the Dark Lord decreed.
Now? Is all she had time to think before the back of her knees were kicked, and she was being pushed to the ground by the guards surrounding her.
"No!" Tonks was surprised the word hadn't fallen from her own lips. Remus, she thought. She wished he didn't have to see this.
When her back hit the floor, she saw Rodolphus looming over her. This is my uncle, she thought. He knelt before her using his wand to slice down the middle of her clothing. He exposed her chest first which drew cheers from the crowd, and Remus's cries became more frantic. The rest of her clothing didn't stand a chance.
She worked to fight off the shock that had started the moment she realized her fate. She concentrated to change her features, becoming old and decrepit. She saw Bellatrix, wand in hand standing at her head for only a moment when a cruciatus slammed into her. She screamed through her gag. It only lasted a few seconds. "No, no, girly" her aunt admonished. "None of that.
The cruciatus had caused her features to return to normal. She tried a few more times with the same result before she was too tired to try again. It all went rather quickly after that. Bellatrix sat at her head, stroking her hair and cooing to her as the mad woman's husband rutted atop her. The crowd cheered throughout, and Remus screamed until his voice gave out. She stayed strong. She hadn't screamed since the last crutiatus, and she vowed that they'd never get another out of her.
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Draco surveyed the scene with pride. He had been instrumental in the capture of two Order members. He had been the one to recruit Weasley. It was him that would kill Albus Dumbledore.
His father stepped up beside him. The older man looked tired, frail almost. Certainly not the larger-than-life figure he usually cut. "Don't look at me like that, Draco. I'll be well after some sleep and palatable food." Lucius put a hand on his son's shoulder and gave it an affectionate squeeze. "I'm proud of you, son. You've done well in my absence. Your mother and I are going to retire, get a head start on that rest." He nodded towards the crowd. "Make me proud out there tonight," he said with a smirk. Lucious turned to his wife, led her past their niece being raped on the floor next to them and out the ballroom.
All too soon house elves transported his cousin to her new accommodations to "tend" to her, and the sobbing, thrashing werewolf was dragged from the manor. Voldemort raised a hand to draw the attention of the assembled horde, and they instantly quieted. "Now that the formalities are out of the way." The death eaters chuckled.
"My faithful, we are gathered tonight to celebrate our victories of the past year…" Cheers erupted. "…and the victories we will have in the coming year. We will celebrate the next New Year in the Ministry of Magic itself!" he proclaimed as a jubilant roar rose from the horde.
At some unseen gesture, a line of crying, terrified muggles were herded into the room. There were more women than men, all in their teens or twenties. "Ah, the entertainment has arrived. Enjoy!"
Shrieks erupted at once as Death Eaters started grabbing playthings for the night. Draco watched with an avid gaze. Being the youngest Death Eater meant waiting for "leftovers". If he were lucky, he'd have the chance at a bird that wasn't too used up.
He was startled when a hand rested on his shoulder. He looked back to find his master. Draco lowered his eyes in deference. In a strange parody of his father's words, the dark wizard said, "You've done well today, son. I see you looking at our party favors. Do any strike your fancy?"
Draco scanned the captives, landing on a petite woman with long jet-black hair. "Her, my Lord," he answered.
"Then go get her. You've earned first choice tonight. Put on a good show for me, son," the Dark Lord said before returning to his throne.
Draco's chest puffed a bit at the praise. He set his sights on the woman he wanted and jumped from the dais, neglecting the stairs altogether. He ran towards his prize, snatching her up with an arm around her waist. Draco could just make out the Dark Lord's laughter as the woman in his arms started to scream. Oh, tonight was going to be fun.