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Warnings for dubious morality, unhealthy relationships, mentions of bigotry, murder and abduction
Bound to purity
Part one
Time to come home, love
Clarke Griffin had known that she was making a foolish move by leaving the witch and wizarding world entirely, but in her defense, she was desperate.
She was American and she and some of her peers had been given a chance to study in Britain, at Hogwarts.
When they had gone, Clarke admittedly had not been expecting to be placed in Slytherin, the house where most dark witches and wizards ended up graduating from, but she hadn't thought too much about it.
Her peers, all of which looked at her and saw someone they hated; Bellamy, Octavia, Murphy, Jasper, Miller, Raven, Dax, Miles, Atom, Drew, Mbege-they all snickered and laughed, not surprised.
They had ended up in the Gryffindor house, in no way to Clarke's surprise.
Years later, there was bedlam.
Clarke was seventeen years old when the prisonbreak from Azkaban occurred.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was killed.
And more death eaters began invading.
Many from different parts of the world, as well.
When Clarke and some of the other Slytherins had gone to the Department of Mysteries, trying to retrieve a prophecy that they had heard spoken about, Clarke hadn't been expecting to see who was there. Yes, she had expected a litany of death eaters, but she hadn't been expecting what happened, when she met the eyes of several of the masked death eaters, and felt her heart stop, then begin racing.
Because it couldn't be.
Yet it was.
She knew about soulmates.
She had heard all about those.
But she had never thought for a moment that she would be the soulmate of a group of death eaters.
Clarke had almost cried out when she had met the eyes of those looking at her from behind those masks. She had seen the surprise there, when they looked at her, clearly as started by this development as she was.
Clarke wasn't just any witch.
She was muggle-born.
So, what did that mean for her having soulmates who were death eaters?
Death eaters, who perpetuated the idea that "blood purity" was the thing that mattered the most.
Clarke had been through a lot, during her time at Hogwarts; trying to avoid things in the Forbidden Forest, finding things out throughout the castle, and trying to find a way of stopping Voldemort from returning, but she didn't know how to deal with this.
Never had she felt like running before, until that very moment.
During the Aurors coming in to help rescue the kids from Hogwarts that had made their way into the Department of Mysteries, Clarke had quickly run with her friends, the death eaters watching her go.
When at last, the dust settled and it was announced that Voldemort had returned, Clarke got to work to control the collateral damage.
She made sure her muggle parents stayed far from Britain, for now.
And she grabbed her things and tried to hide out in places far from the magical world.
It was easy for her. Despite her magic, she had lived a muggle life for years. So, she knew how things in the society of muggles worked.
This was her third week living away from the witch and wizarding world.
Two years had gone by since the Department of Mysteries, and a lot had happened.
Voldemort was dead. So were Severus Snape, Cornelius Fudge and Dumbledore.
The Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts and everything else, had been taken over by death eaters.
Clarke was now nineteen years old, and the people she cared about were staying out of the way of the death eaters.
Clarke was trying to do the same, hoping she wouldn't be killed.
She knew that a load of Gryffindors had been killed. She wasn't all too saddened, when she learned the names of those Gryffindors killed.
Bellamy and Octavia Blake. Raven Reyes. John Murphy. Jasper Jordan. Miles Shaw. Monty Green. Atom Worth. John Mbege. Dax Summers. Drew Salt. Garry Jones. Nathan Miller.
In other words, all people that had harassed her and mistreated her for years.
Clarke tried not to think too hard about what that meant.
Maybe it was a coincidence.
Maybe the Blake siblings, Raven and the others just got caught in the crossfire of something with the death eaters. Maybe they hadn't actually been targeted.
Her own friends; other people, like Raven and the Blake siblings, who had been transferred here from America, and who actually cared about her; Wells, Harper, Sterling and Zoe Monroe, Lincoln, Fox, Roma, they all were staying safe, hopefully.
When Clarke reached her flat, at last, she pulled out her keys, relieved to finally be here, even if it was a miserable residence with almost no comfort.
At least she wasn't near the witch and wizarding world and in any way close to the death eaters.
Then someone spoke to her left, causing her to turn to the voice, startled.
"Hello, Clarke," a man's voice said.
Clarke jumped and turned. As soon as she did, her heart stopped.
She had never seen any of her mates without their masks. Aside from Lucius Malfoy and Dolohov who both had now been reported dead, and Bellatrix Lestrange, who after killing her husband, Rodolphus and his brother, Rabastian, had taken control of parts of England, and had even married her muggle-born soulmate, Hermione-Clarke had never seen any death eaters without their masks.
But she knew it was who was standing in front of her.
She had felt the connection that day at the Department of Mysteries. And she felt the connection now.
More people began to appear from behind the first man.
Clarke felt the connection with each of them, her breath becoming shorter as she felt panic begin to stir.
Clarke stepped back, pocketing her key, and reaching for the hilt of her wand that she kept just within reach of her.
"It's alright, Clarke," one of the women, a redheaded woman who was smirking and had green eyes, spoke, "We won't hurt you."
"No?" Clarke asked, looking at the men and women's left arms. Right at where the dark mark was, on each of them, "I assume you know what my blood status is?"
"We know," one of the men, who had black hair, and a black mustache said, "We don't care. We killed Voldemort."
Clarke gasped, staring at her mates, startled to hear one of them actually say Voldemort's name out loud.
She received several snickers, as an answer.
"You don't even know our names, do you?" One of the women, with brown hair, asked.
"No," Clarke confessed, "And I think I'm better off not knowing."
She pulled her wand out, but her mates had been ready.
One of them, a woman with chocolate brown hair and hazel eyes, said, flicking her wand, "Expelliarmus!"
Clarke yelped as the wand flew from her hand and landed onto the concrete pavement.
She mentally cursed. All that training and all for nothing. Her maple wand, with its phoenix feather, was now at her feet, and there was no chance of her retrieving it, without another spell being launched at her.
One of Clarke's other mates, a large man with short, blonde hair, a blonde beard and blue eyes, said, smiling, his voice deep and low, "Clarke, just come with us. You deserve better than this. We have control of everything. You will have everything you could ever want."
"No," Clarke pleaded, stepping away and her mates advanced, "I didn't ask for this. I didn't choose this."
"We know, sweetie, we know," a woman with orange hair answered, "But it doesn't change that we're your mates. And we're going to protect you."
Clarke didn't have enough time to either grab for her wand or to run, because two of her mates were on top of her then. The redheaded woman who had spoken before, lunged forward and took hold of Clarke's hips, and another woman, a woman with long, dark brown hair and light hazel-brown eyes, took hold of Clarke's wrists.
The first man that Clarke had seen, a man with salt and pepper hair, leaned down and scooped up Clarke's discarded wand.
"It's alright," the man with the salt and pepper hair said, smiling, "We're going to take care of everything, alright?"
"Time to come home, love," the red haired woman who had spoken before, said, smirking, her tone low and Clarke hated to admit it-seductive, as well.
Clarke didn't have time to say anything-either try to do a spell, even without her wand, or make a protest, when all of Clarke's mates apparated, them and Clarke shifting and teleporting out of the area, away from muggle eyes, and onwards to the lair where Clarke's death eater mates ruled.