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“Yes she certainly did, funny how some people just don’t take others seriously huh?” He chuckled. “Well.. they always learn.” He said leaning close to the mudbloods ear. “Well think of them out their free, so wrong.. such warped thinking they could have spread. No it’s good it’s these two they needed us desperately.” He mused and smirked over at Marcus.. Desmond recoiled as he met eyes with Marcus. He hadn’t seen eyes quite like his, the look behind them. He felt frustration rise in him as his nails dug into his palm. His eyes narrowed looking at him for a second looking down at his wrist and seeing the tether there. It cut into his skin and he could feel it burn, he knew it wouldn’t shift , he had already tried but would still try. He held his breath and felt a pang hit his chest. He hadn’t meant too but he opened his mouth on instinct only to be greeted by silence and but the inside of his lip hard and pulled at his wrist before finally nodding. He felt sick hearing him speak but recalled his last punishment and knew well enough what he was getting too possibly although he would have been lying if he hadn’t thought of what punishments the guests could decide on. Marcus had said they could pick too. He felt Aurick grip his shoulder and looked back up at Marcus with clouded over eyes but nodded again slowly and let his hand fall by his side

A very clever choice Marcus. He can’t serve us well otherwise can he?” Aurick said with a smirk. “Well if another one of our guests requests that certainly the tether would prove useful for them too.” He shrugged. “You know maybe for our breakfast you could tether him to the table.” He chuckled. “Just enough room to serve our morning coffee and eggs.” He said smiling. “Oh I’m sure you’ll think of endless possibilities Marcus your a smart man, and really you know I haven’t heard him say no to any of it.” He said plainly. Aurick nodded and watched Desmond’s eyes before grinning. “Welcome, welcome please come in.” Desmond watched as the crowd approached and immediately stood straighter. He could already tell some carried themselves just the way Marcus and Aurick did and it made his stomach flip. His wrist rubbed against his side but still it held firm if he tried anymore he worries Marcus might feel it. “Shall we adjourn to the Dining Room, our servant is here for anything you might need.” Aurick grinned his arm gently patting the shoulder of one of their guests. “It’s so lovely to see you here again.” Desmond glanced up already confused he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to bow or simply wait. He could feel the guests staring into him.

“Eventually,” Marcus replied began, “they’ll learn. They say they can’t teach old dogs new tricks, but I’m sure these two will learn a thing or two about minding their manners.” The Weasley girl and the Mudblood had both been taught not so ideal ideologies, and Marcus sought to destroy everything their prisoners thought to be true. Blood was to remain pure while Muggles and Mudbloods were to do the biddings of the rightful ones to magic; there was no place for the people who didn’t deserve to learn magic or hold wands. The fact that some people fought for the equality of both sides was laughable seeing that the ones that were born from two Muggles with magical ‘abilities’ were not equal to him. They would never be equal to him. “They have much to learn from us don’t they, Aurick? All those years of learning from the wrong people.. they should feel honored to have been found by us to reroute their learnings.” His eyes peered over to Desmond where he gave the other a piercing stare before allowing his eyes to drift away to something more appealing. Like the beautiful people elegantly strolling into the room. Marcus grinned politely from the open doorway that the three of them stood before muttering to the mudblood, “I’m sure you know by now that there will be extreme consequences if you step a single toe out of line. Do as you’re told and maybe you’ll be able to sleep tonight with just a few minor aches and pains.” If the Mudblood behaved, he would be rewarded with light suffering, however, if anything was to be done that Marcus wouldn’t like, then let the continuation of torturing commence. 

There was no doubt that nervousness silently crept in the back of Mara’s mind. This particular group of people that remained faithful to the mindset that the Dark Lord had believed in had not come up with a new name for themselves yet, however, she did not fully trust all of them. It was too good to be true that there wasn’t a rat within the midst. Of course, this party had not been announced that this was only for the lingering faithful servants, but it was obvious. The invitation had said it all with a black snake wrapping around one corner and a small, black skull in the corner diagonal from it. The witch flinched ever so slightly at someone gently touching her shoulder before seeing it was Aurick. It was safe here, so why was she not able to just relax? “It’s lovely to be here again. Thank you for inviting me. I sure have missed this place; it holds such dear memories, does it not, my dear friend?” Her polite smile coiled into something more mischievous as her eyes were caught by the young lad behind the two men. “And who is this?” 

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“Probably because the two we got still have a bit of spark but I see no one better than us to put it out right?” He said eyeing Desmond. His eyebrows furrowed are first not understanding what Marcus was doing but soon smiled once Marcus explained. “What an idea. Perfect for him.” He continued and smirked. “Servants don’t need to wander in fact it goes against their very purpose, I see no better way than that.” He shrugged. “Oh yeah I took something from her and gave her a lecture, Merlin these two huh? That’s very generous of him you know mud blood.” Aurick replied frowning at him. “I don’t know if I would be as generous during parties, quite frankly they are not for you. I hope you are smart enough to know to thank him.” Aurick stepped closer till he was inches from his face, Desmond looked towards Marcus feeling his breath leave him again and softened his gaze and nodded. “Good little servant,” Desmond almost withdrew feeling the pat on his head. It felt weird and unsettling being discussed like he wasn’t sitting right there when clearly he was. He hated the feeling it gave him. Like he was nothing. Or they were discussing the weather. “Keep that tether close to you Marcus you know yiu could probably attach it to the table” stuck was a decent word. Des,one thought mentally cringing. How many people were gonna be attending? How many drinks and how much food did he have to serve? It terrified him to think of messing one up, or forgetting one. How strict would they be? What upset them? Were they just like Aurick and Marcus? Would Ginny be there? So many questions swirled in his head he almost somehow didn’t see Marcus in front of him, he felt the restriction around his wrist now and rubbed it against its knee but it was secure and barely even moved. He gestured it to Marcus and froze when he spoke. Of their choosing. The words echoed in his head. It wasn’t just limited to them tonight. He couldn’t mess up, he wouldn’t. Despite his desire to dump a glass on the table or simply walk out. There was no way he could. He narrowed his eyes swallowing thickly and exhaling before nodding, making eye contact for a moment. “Well Marcus our first few guests are here, Shall we go greet them?”

“Hm, she most definitely deserved anything taken from her when she doesn’t listen,” he said with a shrug, “of all the people we could have taken, it had to be these two.” He finally looked at Desmond and continued to speak, “if you two would just listen and do as we say, I don’t think we would need to tether you up, now would we? Not like you answer me, but still think you should know. Also, if you put one foot out of line, you will not only be asking for a punishment for yourself but also Ginny. You understand? I know you don’t need to verbally answer for that question; it’s just a yes or no answer. Surely, a Mudblood like you can understand that much.” The Mudblood standing beside him boiled his blood with just one look, and he almost hoped that Desmond would make one little slip so he could justify a good enough punishment for him. 

He knew that Aurick couldn’t see the tether that Marcus had created but he held it anyway; he enjoyed not only the warm sensation in his hand but also the power it gave him over a human being. Especially a Mudblood. “I’ve made it so I can tether him to whatever I want. Me, the table, another guest. The possibilities are endless really,” Marcus replied with a mischievous smirk. If any of this failed, the punishments would be splendid fun. “I think we’re ready. Let’s go see who will be joining us tonight.”

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Aurick was determined the rest of the week would go better. He already knew she would have more lessons and so would he on how to be a good servant. Starting with knowing his place. Sure he didn’t have to go with the dress but what better to have her join them for dinner. Her first and it would be a special occasion. He could already see people arriving in the distance at the foyer window and smiled. This would be a brilliant dinner.

“People are already starting to arrive. Ginny is all set, pleasant as ever” He whispered to Marcus rolling his eyes . “Oh blond what a good colour choice. Is he just about ready? Let’s remember to go through some rules.” He remarked smiling. Desmond tried to keep perfectly still but he felt a cough coming and felt ready to be sick from the sheer stress and acid mixing in his stomach with blood. He lurched forward and panicked sitting up straight again his heart thumping like mad as she shook his head. He didn’t feel himself even holding his breath but frowned and squeezed his eyes shut from the pain before opening them when he felt his face grabbed. The pressure made him inwardly wince and bite back a cry . He could barely feel the change happening only for a minute he couldn’t see right and it became a blur he let out a silent yell feeling suddenly dizzy but gripped the side of the mattress the best he could accidentally digging his nails close to where Marcus’s hand was. The wand then touched his head and from the corner of his hair he could see his hair change. He felt his fingers brush against skin and tried to move his hand back toward the mattress. It was done. He looked different now. He didn’t want to move, he didn’t want to be serving these people it was enough to make him want to scream but that too was ripped away from him. He had no idea how these people would be. It was enough to make him ready to lurch all over again and dry heave. He felt his tether grabbed again and saw it in Marcus grasp he tried to move before it was pulled but felt the pressure and tug pull him toward the kitchen was quite large he looked up confused at Marcus and turned his head when he heard other voices. They were here. Anxiety gripped his chest, he couldn’t mess this up but he didn’t know where to begin, He gestured to the tethers then back to him. “Is he ready?” Aurick asked. “I’m sure our guests would love to see the servant for their drink orders.” He shrugged.

Perhaps sleep would help Ginny figure out a way to them out of this hell hole. Some rest, some distance from real life. But the fear of what was to meet her on the other side of the veil separating her from real life and the dream world, terrified her. Would she dream more of the war or Desmond’s face as her Cruciatus Curse hit him? Flipping this way and that, Ginny desperately tried to fall asleep, but there were too many negative variables to falling asleep. Nightmares. Waking up, not knowing where she was and then having the endure more hell. If only Aurick would have been kind enough to knock her out with some Sleeping Draught, that would have been much appreciated. But kindness around here seemed to be rare and expensive. 

“Why am I not surprised at that sarcastic remark,” Marcus replied, positioning the silver tether to where it wrapped around his wrist now. “I applied the tethering spell to him so he won’t be able wander off or do anything he wasn’t supposed to do. Eventually he’ll have almost free range during parties and dinners, but tonight it not one of those nights. I’ll allow him to take drink orders and such, but that’s about it. Other than that, he’s stuck with me for the night. So, did Ginny do anything to deserve any sort of punishment?” Of everyone that they had to have found, it was these two prats. Granted, anyone else they would have taken might have acted the same way, but those two might have been the most rowdy of them all. Just their luck. “He’s ready as he’ll ever be for his first time,” he then looked at Desmond, “you’re to do anything they ask unless I intervene, understand? Anything that you do to interrupt tonight’s festivities or upset any of our guests will result in a punishment of their choosing. Or if I do decide to choose, it’ll be on Ginny. Mess this up, boy, and you’ll regret it.”

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Aurick rolled his eyes but smiled at her words. “Well thank you, see that was very nice Ginny.” He smiled and threw the blanket over his shoulder. “I’d take your silverware too but maybe next time if you make this mistake again. Fretting over a mud blood honestly.” He shut the door and wandered down the hall already planning their next big dinner in his head and the more lesson she would have, perhaps bringing in some fresh blood. Oh they weren’t done with the mud blood but perhaps shaking things up might be fun and mess with her too. He had to keep them on their toes after all. Besides he didn’t wish to hear her say his name again. They had to have that conversation her addressing him was terrible. He made a mental note to talk to Marcus about how the mud blood was addressing them going forward as well. He needed to learn the rules. It didn’t take much more to set up their dining room thankfully.

Desmond crowned eyed watering when he realized he was right. He had been twisting and pulling but it like the chains didn’t budge it was as if he wasn’t even touching it but he saw Marcus respond, he had obviously felt it somehow. Getting dressed Was a challenge he had the restraints to deal with trying. He glowered and narrowed his eyes but followed feeling another tug on the tether pulling him along. Was this going to be on all the time. It felt like it was cutting into his skin, to his surprise he was led right back to sitting. He stiffened feeling the man touch his hair and instantly tried to pull away. His heart stopped when he mentioned her name and took in a shaky breath and only nodded he opened his mouth to speak only to remember and feel blood trickle out that he couldn’t. Straightening his back he tried to keep perfectly still not even allowing his leg to shake though he felt himself shaking inside, his head turned to see what he could be grabbing and looked forward. He didn’t dare try and move a muscle and felt the tethers seem to pull keeping him Straight up even if he wanted to slouch. Was he going to mess with his face? His eyes? His hair? No no no, that ruined any other chances. He felt he could crumble right there. Was he just going to call him servant? He looked down briefly before sitting straight back up. His hand tried to go towards his other but he couldn’t reach. He held his hands out in question wondering how much room he’d be given.

Ginny was finally alone, but there was no telling if that was a good or bad thing. Alone from those monsters disguising as men, yes, but alone with the monsters inside her head were another story. She prayed Desmond wasn’t being treated too poorly and that the next she saw him wouldn’t be as heart-wrenching as the last hour had been. There was no possible way she was going to be able to endure another time of inflicting pain on anyone else especially Desmond. She had to suffer through the Cruciatus Curse during her sixth year from the Carrows and their little minions; had Marcus and Aurick known that and wanted to punish her more for not following Voldemort? Why were they even trying to continue that mindset of Muggleborns being less than purebloods? It was far from being true, and she wanted nothing more than to hex the hell out of all the remaining Death Eaters or anyone who were stuck in that sickening mentality. Especially Marcus and Aurick. 

As soon as she managed to scarf down all of the food she could and wash her body, she had no other choice but to put on her dirty clothes. There was no chance in her putting on the stupid, blue dress Aurick had presented her with; she wanted to burn it, but that would probably have resulted in another consequence, and she didn’t want anything else to be taken away or Desmond to get any sort of punishment because her actions. She had already done enough as it was, and she didn’t want to worsen their situation. Taking out the curtain rod, she slid off the curtains and draped them around her before climbing onto the bed. She knew it would be a while before her body finally became relaxed enough to sleep but she relished in the time spent away from Aurick or Marcus. Wondering if Desmond was okay, she pondered on if they were ever going to escape and how. 

Marcus was proud of himself, to say the least, on how well his Mudblood servant was now following orders because of him. Desmond was nothing but the dirt in between Marcus’ toes, and Marcus would instill this mentality into Desmond’s dull brain. “Good,” Marcus began with a smirk, “I’m glad your ears are still working. I wouldn’t hated to see something happen to Ginny, yes?” Cupping Desmond’s chin in his palm, Marcus pointed the tip of wand towards the Mudblood’s face, wondering what he would fix first. “If you move or piss me off in the slightest bit in the next five minutes, one of your other abilities might go missing as well. You like to see, don’t you? Or hear? It’d be a shame if you lost either of those. How else would you be able to follow our orders, you know? Alright, hold still.” With a quick, silent flick of his wand, Desmond’s eye color transitioned from a honey-filled pool to clear, ocean waters. Tapping the top of his head, Desmond’s brown locks quickly faded and softened to reveal blond hair. Unless it was absolutely necessary, like someone recognizing him immediately, Marcus was going to refrain from rearranging Desmond’s facial structure. He figured the colors would be enough for now. “Alright, Mudblood, all I did was change your eye and hair color. We need to get upstairs so we can get you working already.” Marcus grabbed the end of the tether again that trailed to Desmond’s ankle to lead him out of the room and to the kitchens where Marcus knew Desmond would be acquainted with for a long time. 

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“That’s not fair you say?” He replied raising an eyebrow. “I don’t know I’d say it’s pretty fair that actions have consequences.” He shrugged. “Is it not fair to you that your being treated accordingly. Is it not fair that you should be held accountable?” He sneered. “I shouldn’t even have to say that but here we are and I think that’s pretty unfair that I’m having to explain all this.” He sighed. Rolling his eyes he shook his head. “I’m not going to explain it again. “Now you should get to eating before that gets cold. I’m not going to be re heating anything I have a pretty busy night and you need rest.” He explained studying here face. He couldn’t help laugh inside. He knew that would get a response. “I should and would be well within my rights to take something from you after that outburst of yours. “This may seem childish but so was your before and that comment. Life isn’t fair Ginny.” He said taking away the blanket. “You’ll get this back when I feel you should.” He felt his anger lessening though he still felt incredibly annoyed with her behavior. He locked eyes with her wand and made a call to not remove it. She needed her wand after all. “Now I have to go get ready, you should take this time to shower as I said tomorrow will be another bright and early day. If you stop that snark maybe I won’t have to show you just how serious we mean our words.”

Desmond’s legs still felt shaky so when he was told to stand he nearly fell over but tried to push the pain down. He watched in horror and took a step back trying to dodge the spell he shook his head frantically and ripped his arm back away from it bringing his limbs in to try and avoid it. “Stop” he mouthed the word. It felt cold and hardened around his wrists and ankles. He didn’t even recognize the mans words. He felt like ice water had just been dumped on him. His heart beat pounded against his rib cage ready to combust. He felt his breath disappear when Marcus continued to speak. He would know. His eyes narrowed he chewed hard and his lip only tasting blood and shook his head. He’d listen, just as he said. Just as he took a step he heard another spell and his hope sank completely seeing it still connected and somehow more secure around his ankle. His hand drifted over to his wrist where he felt it, his fingers couldn’t get underneath it. It was that secure around his wrists and yet no one would see it. No one. Except him and Marcus. He cringed hearing the word leash and stared down at his ankle before looking back up at Marcus. There had to be something but he didn’t have his wand. Feeling a sharp tug he stumbled forward walking towards his “room.” He tried moving his ankle as they walked but it wouldn’t budge, once at his room he changed into his new uniform, a worn shirt light grey with a pair of pants the same colour. It was challenging to say the least getting dressed and quickly. Was this it now? He wondered. Stepping out he stood by Marcus.

With clenched fists and watery eyes, Ginny silently watched at Marcus took away one of the few possessions they had given her. Now all that remained were the bed, dinner plate, basic hygienic products, curtains, and her thoughts. He should have know better, though. There had been a time where her family had close to nothing and used anything they could to make ends meet. The curtains could easily become sheets, and she at least had something to clean herself and fill her stomach. At least she had something, and that was good enough for the moment. The only thing she truly desired was freedom, but that was only to be found in her dreams tonight. If she slept at all, and if she did, she wasn’t sure it would be positive dreams plaguing her sleep. “Fine,” she replied with the same small voice, “enjoy your dinner.” She just wanted him to leave her the hell alone. Forever would be appreciated, but that wasn’t happening. If she just went along with him for now, that would do the trick. 

“Don’t even bother trying to take it off. The only way to is if I end the spell or if you cut your limbs off. Even if you did amputate your arms and leg, I’m pretty sure I’d still be able to control you. As much as I’d like to find that one out, I’m sure you don’t. So, stop trying,” Marcus snapped, seeing the Mudblood trying to slide the silver cord off. As he waited for Desmond to change and clean himself up, he wondered how badly of a time Aurick was having with Ginny. Was she cooperating as horribly as Desmond was? Why did they have to have the rowdiest two they could find? They had been the easiest to find thanks to their friend who had dug for information regarding where the runaways were heading to. Desmond and Ginny were the easiest to track, and the rest was history. However, Marcus wished the two would just figure out their places already. After a few moments of waiting for the Mudblood, he was impressed with how decent the clothes had fit the other. “Ugly as ever,” he said, motioning the bed, “Sit. I have some details of yours that need fixing. There are people attending that might recognize you so I need you to sit so I can do it. We don’t have much time to do this so don’t fidget or fight me on this or I swear to Merlin, your friend will have to pay the consequences for you.”

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Aurick watched her struggle for words and couldn’t help but smirk. It was done and she couldn’t undo it, he knew just the moment to wait for and it worked out like a dream. He looked up at Marcus and shot him a small smile glancing down at the mudblood still trying to cough and turn himself on this side. “You didn’t what?” He finally asked Ginny. “Don’t try to back out of it. Honestly Ginny this is a moment to be proud of, do you just how lucky you are? You should be grateful you were given this oppurtunity.” He stated. It came out in a darker almost annoyed tone though he had to admit he was proud of her actions. This side of her she was displaying now he was not at all a fan of and would continue to try and squash until every last bit of it was gone. Until that sad look in her eyes dimished completely. Perhaps when she saw her rewards she might change her tune. Desmond could hear her voice and try as he might he couldn’t get any closer.. the room was starting to spin, he wasn’t even sure if she was really still there. He couldn’t take hearing her so anguished and wanted to just apparate away with her.. but he could barely raise his arm.

His eyes flickered closed again he wasn’t sure for how long they were closed, it kept happening despite his best attempts to stop it. Her voice rang loud “Ginny” he mouthed her name expecting still hear something but only air was pushed out. “Ginny!” His heart shattered when he realized she was no longer even there and he couldn’t find her. Where did she keep going?? His nails dug into the palm of his hands so deep any further they might scar. Frustration was mounting that he couldn’t even predict when he might see her again. Watery eyes locked onto the space now empty as pain radiated again like knives in his throat. “Oh come now Ginny, no need to be upset.” Aurick sighed mentally cringing hearing her address him by name again. He was getting sick of hearing it, each time he felt more nauseated than the previous time. He decided to go down another hall, after all it would still lead to her room so what was the harm in a little mind trick now and then. It would be increasingly harder to determine where exactly she was. The next hall had the same paint almost the same amount of doors than the one they took before. The stair case was a bit wider but unless you really stopped and studied it it looked almost exactly the same. He took another turn to the left gripping her arm tighter, he wouldn’t look at her, in case that might throw her off as if he was expecting a reaction so instead he continued as usual and smiled when they finally reached her door. “Ah here we are. I hope you enjoy the food. It’s all fresh and just prepared.” He said changing his tone once more to a rather chipper one. “You must be famished. It’s been a while I think since you’ve eaten anything. You have to keep your strength up right and you did well today.” He continued and leaned against the door. Merlin she was in for it now. Auricks posture hardened his eyes growing sharper and dark. He made no motion to speak only stepping forward and tilting his head studying her face. “You know, you were doing so well up till then.. let me fill you in. You did well today so for that. I won’t be taking your rewards away but let me stress to you the gravity of what you have just done. You don’t make ultimatums with us. Ever. You are not in that position, you don’t deserve too and let me tell you what happens when you do. Just like you get rewards, you get consequences. For example, tonight we are having company over.” His arms outstretched as he gestured our the door “some of them single men, sons of others like me who would just love to take a wife.. I can negotiate too.” He hinted. “I just happen to have a young lady staying with me.” He said with a dark smile. “The mud blood will eat when we think he should and when we deem necessary, since we don’t want him passing out on us tonight he will likely have whatever he think he should to sustain him, and if he gets a shower it’s our decision.” He retorted. “Oh him being lesser is exactly what it means” he said rolling his eyes and closing the door.

the chains held firm despite his attempt to slip his wrists out. He glared at the man narrowing his eyes. His eyes were glassy but he could still make out marcus’s face. That spell had done it.. his voice was.. he pushed the thought away unable to fully process it or he didn’t think it could without breaking downs To his surprise and relief Marcus released him from the chains. He presssed his palm down wincing as he pushed himself up He glanced down at his wrists biting the inside of his lip feeling the pain suddenly hit from the rubbing against his skin. He had been in them for a while his joints screamed at him. It was as Marcus continued that his blood ran cold and he shook his head. He attempted to back up each word a little more. His heart sank like a heavy rock as his shoulders fell. No. He couldn’t mean it. Servant He heard the words but struggled to take them in and accept them. It burned in the forefront of his mind.A crushing feeling was exploding inside him and he felt ready to be sick right there. The word prize had him recoiling inside, his eyes widened when he heard the word “no” he mouthed the word looking down but he knew there was nothing he could do, he didn’t think he could even make it far if he could even stop the room from spinning. He began to shake his head only to feel marcuses wand under his chain pressing into his skin, his hand went up to grasp at Marcus to push the wand away from him on instinct, he wrenched his face away so the wand wasn’t pressing into his skin and nodded opening his mouth to say yes but closed it after a second when reality struck him again and pain. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t try and still find ways, signs anything. He blinked back the glassiness from his eyes and tried to steady his breath awaiting Marcus, maybe he would at least let him take a wash cloth to his face he hoped.

Ginny couldn’t bring herself to say anything else to the men, not even Desmond. So many thoughts, mostly negative, were swirling inside of her mind and weren’t giving her enough space or time to properly react to anything surrounding her. Besides the moment where she attempted to create an ultimatum with her kidnapper, and that was the moment she completely shut down. Marry her off? To someone like him? “That’s not fair,” she replied, her voice hushed and crackling. Ginny didn’t care if he had heard her or not, because she was simply voicing her opinion. Which she needed to be more careful of, but her emotions were numb so she didn’t really care what his reaction would be. She was heartbreakingly stuck, and there was absolutely no escape. All that she could feel like she could do was yell, scream, or punch the wall. Or maybe all of those options. She also couldn’t decide which was becoming to be worse than the other: physically being held against her will and potentially being imprisoned in a marriage she didn’t want or being imprisoned inside of her own head and not remember what she had done for hours at a time while a Dark Lord took over her body? Both of which felt equally traumatizing, and she had a sinking feeling that this was just the tip of iceberg regarding what was in store for the rest of her capture. She needed to find Desmond and get both of them the hell out of here and quickly before either of them were too damaged. But she was already so exhausted. 

“Good, because now you’re going to have no choice,” Marcus spoke, his hand now aiming the wand at Desmond’s ankle. “Simul ligatum,” the spell flowed out of his mouth and immediately the tip of his wand produced a silver, wispy string-like stream that wrapped around Desmond’s leg. From the single strand, birthed three more which then glided to Desmond’s other three limbs. As soon as they all wrapped around Desmond’s leg sufficiently, Marcus guided the single string so it could attach itself to his leg now. When the silver line disappeared into both of their legs, Marcus motioned for Desmond to get up, “Get up. You will do as I say, and if you disobey me, I will know about it, and there will be harsh consequences. Possibly for Ginny as well if it’s bad enough. We don’t want that, do we? So get up before we’re late in greeting our guests.” Marcus had had enough of the two’s antics so it was time to demonstrate just how Marcus and Aurick were not to be taken lightly. It had been past time to showcase their power, but late was better than never. Pointing the tip of his wand to his own ankle, Marcus spoke the words “fructum nexum,” and immediately the same whispy line appeared, still connected and wrapped around Desmond’s ankle. “A leash, if you will,” Marcus informed the other with a dark chuckle, “No one else can see it besides us, ain’t that somethin’? Don’t want you wandering off on your own, doing things you shouldn’t be doing.” Grabbing ahold of the tether, Marcus pulled on it a bit before speaking again, “let’s go. I’m not going to say it again.”

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He felt sick to his stomach. Blood kept pooling in his mouth, each time he spit up more filled his mouth. It scorched and stung his whole throat. He felt suddenly like he was choking on his own acid and saliva. He tried to swallow but immediately had tears streaming down his cheeks like rain. What had happened to this throat? What was that spell? He heard her say his name and tried to meet her eyes but his vision became blurry and unfocused. He spit up more droplets on his lips. His eyes softened. It was her, he felt fear grip his heart and tried to give her a reassuring look. He’d be okay.. he had to be, they had to be. He didn’t want her coming closer afraid of what might happen to her. He opened his mouth but it hurt so he closed it quickly. His eyes drifted up to Marcus a frown on his face he glowered and felt his eyes tear again but held them back. “What do you mean what did we do?” Aurick asked and tilted his head. “You did so well..” he commented to Ginny. “You should be proud of yourself.” His hand clamped around her shoulder as he smiled seeing the mud blood lie there. He watched the mud blood try and lift his head when he heard Ginny say his name, he almost interjected, she shouldn’t be addressing their new servant that way but he’d talk to her about it after. Let this be the last time she called him by his name. He didn’t have a name anymore. They certainly weren’t going to address him like that

“Marcus is right Ginny.” He grinned. “That was all you. See, you can do it.” Aurick beamed with pride. “And you know what? He’s not screaming anymore, in fact he looks quite tired.” He commented and ran his hand down her shoulder. “You know what?” He said after a moment. “You should both get some rest tonight.” He or course was going to mention to Ginny what their plans were or their dinner party that their servant would help with. He watched Ginny go towards Desmond, she wouldn’t be near him long since Marcus was going to take him away. “Marcus I think you can give him his new outfit now.. tell him what he is. He whispered in his ear. “Our new servant.” He whispered in marcuss ear and grinned as he watched Ginny. Desmond gave her a small reassuring look but tried to Communicate with her with his eyes to not get to close and that he didn’t blame her. This wasn’t her fault. He tried shifting in his restraints to face her better. He was starting to feel like his head might split open from the pain . “Alright Ginny.” Aurick clasped his hands together for a moment before pulling her up. “You both need your rest.” Without looking back he motioned Ginny upstairs once at her room, he flicked his wand a blue dress appeared on her bed with another flick a hot plate of food. “You did well today.” He smiled. “See when you do well you get rewards.” He made sure the door was secure “I know that was a hard lesson but it’ll get easier” he shrugged. “Your helping him. There’s things for you to shower as well. Get some rest you have another big day tomorrow.”. She wasn’t going anywhere luckily and guests were arriving soon.

He tried to focus but didn’t see where she was led too, only again saw her for a brief second. He felt like he had been lying there for what felt like several hours. He could still hear Marcus’s laughter from when the spell hit. He tried his best to readjust “Let me out.” He tried to say to Marcus, it was just them now. His eyes widened again when no sound came out. His body wrecked with another convulsion. “Take them off please .” Again no sound. Horror gripped him with nausea and pain. Tears pricked in his eyes. It was gone. His breathing increased growing more erratic each breath. What was happening?? He pulled again and tried to thrash and twist trying to get out or at least sit up. He had to let him out now. He just wanted that mattress now and maybe try to find a new hall a new anything on his way to his room that he hasn’t seen. Something, anything

Ginny was the source of her friend’s pain and suffering because of her own selfishness. She had only wanted everything to stop, the screaming and the memories, but because of her rashness, the situation had worsened. Why had she listened to the man’s voice whispering in her ear to cast that stupid spell? Without even knowing what it would do and through her most vulnerable state, Ginny had listened to someone who didn’t mean well. Again. She thought it would have helped. She was terribly wrong. “I didn’t,” she started, but the words fled, “I don’t-” There was nothing that she could say that could rectify her actions. What was done, was done, and she only hoped Desmond would be able to forgive her for her reckless behavior. She could tell that he had looked her way, but it was too dark and her tears clouded her vision to see his expression clearly. 

Before she could stammer anymore useless words, she felt herself being hoisted up by her arm and dragged away. “No,” she could barely manage to verbalize, “Please stop. Desmond!” It was fruitless, her attempts to get out of Aurick’s grip, and she was being led away too quickly for her to speak anything else to Desmond. After winding down several hallways and climbing up multiple floors, they finally returned to her ‘bedroom’. She wondered if the extra walking was to confuse her so she wouldn’t escape. Lucky for her, she had a decent memory, but also unlucky for her, her mind was too exhausted to remember vital details. Perhaps the next time they traveled down the corridors, she would pay more attention. Being presented a hot plate of food and clean clothing had not been something she expected, and it was also something she wanted to refuse but couldn’t. As soon as the smell of food hit her nostrils, her stomached clenched in hunger; she hadn’t realized how hungry she had been. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had eaten. “I will continue these so-called ‘lessons’ on one condition,” she paused, staring at the rewards in front of her, “I want Desmond to be given food, clothes, and a shower as well. Just because you think he’s less than you, doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve basic necessities.” She’d almost do whatever they wanted as long as Desmond was taken care of.  

Marcus looked down at the Mudblood with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk. “I did warn you, didn’t I? You should have been more careful with your tongue; you’re lucky you still have it. Had it been my way, I would have ripped it out myself, but you were shown mercy.” He sighed in frustration as Desmond struggled to do really anything especially speak. Marcus knew what he was asking and, for once, did what he was asked by the Muggleborn by releasing him of the chains. There was no way Desmond could fight his way out of this one seeing the condition he was in so Marcus felt safe in that there would be no escapees. “I have two things for you, Mudblood. One, if you try anything on me, you’re going to regret it. I’ve warned you once, and I swear to Merlin, boy, if you try it, I will not hesitate in giving you worse than what you just experienced. Second, you will be our new servant. You will obey our every beck and call, cook and serve food, and do whatever you are told. Once we return to your room, you will be given your new uniform and I will come get you for our dinner tonight. We have guests visiting us for dinner, and I would love to show off our new prize. Do. You. Understand?” With each syllable of his last sentence, he dug his wand deeper into the bottom of Desmond’s chin. 

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He glared seeing the eye roll. “You’ll see your wrong, your human just as I.. you bleed just like I do.” He retorted in a firm tone. “That makes us the same no matter what you claim.” He said trying to twists his wrist. It burned. He heard his words and felt his blood run cold at the Dark Lords mention. Shaking his head. “No, she’s not like you, she’s far better person.” He replied in a whisper. His eyes felt watery from the rubbing of iron.

It wouldn’t stop. It had been fired a while ago but it still felt like his body was screaming at him. He do isn’t make sense of any words.. they were still a muffled jumble. He felt cold on the outside but like he was burning up. His bones felt like they might snap if he even could sit up. He had tried but the chains seemed to pull him straight back down and held him down even more each attempt. Time seems to slow the floor felt good at least on his back but his muscles were in agony. “Alright.” Aurick smiled and grinned over at Marcus who stood over by Desmond. “I’m going to walk you through it.” He said softly and brushed her hair back offering her a hand up. The screams that had filled the room were like music to his ears. It was a beautiful sound and he expected this reaction the first time here, of course it wasn’t desired but it was expected. “Don’t worry this is going to make it all better.” He whispered like a father talking to his little girl.

“The words are simple and it’ll make the screaming cease and it all go away.” He said smoothly. It certainly would. Once this was over the mud blood would finally be silenced, he didn’t deserve to speak. He should be serving and only address himself when spoken too. Ginny would come to learn that was what was necessary after all it was already benefiting her she wanted the screams to stop. She wanted him silent he mused to himself. He smiled when she uttered it. He grinned at Marcus watching it do it’s work, Desmond shuddered and squeezes his eyes shut. His throat felt like knives were running down jr, he tasted iron in his mouth, acid churned and blood mixed in seeped out his mouth and dropped into the floor. What was happening?? He panicked inside and looked wide eyed at Marcus. He let out a cry but no sound escaped just air. His breathing hitched watery eyes he looked at Marcus In confusion and pain. His chest rose and fell uneven as he tried to steady it but fatigue and pain was taking over. His body went still again as he spit up more. “You did brillant Ginny. You made it stop. It’s alright now.” He said gently and soft. “Yes do stand up. We are nearly finished. “After you can have dinner.”

Was that...blood dribbling out of him? Did she cause him to bleed? “What did you do to him,” she whispered, the words barely able to come out. It was a struggle to keep herself together, but she gathered enough strength to lift herself and practically try and crawl over to him. They wanted her to stand up to continue this so-called ‘lesson’ but at this point, it was increasingly becoming harder and harder to not stop herself from collapsing on the floor and simply quit. But she had to try for them. “What did you do to him?” she asked, louder this time. The tears were now overflowing, never-ending, as she gasped to catch her breath. What the hell was that spell that she just cast? Why was her mind so damn easy to manipulate in her most vulnerable states? “Desmond...” she croaked, unable to properly gather the right words. How do you apologize for not only using one of the Uniforgivable Curses on one of your best friends but also cast a spell that caused them spit up blood?

“We didn’t do anything, Ginny. We gave you the tools, and it was you who spoke the words. It was your wand that carried out the task. Was it not?” Marcus asked, crossing his arms. If she got too close to Desmond, he or Aurick would stop her, but he allowed the redhead to continue to antics for the time being before they continued with her lesson. She was going to learn that this was her life now, but he supposed he would watch the show. A brief break, there was no harm in that. 

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“I do, I know just as much as you.” He replied narrowing his eyes at him. “Your arrogant. you think your special.” He retorted and winced when he tried to pull his wrist free, he yanked it out of the mans grasp so he couldn’t tighten it. He recoiled inside from the words. No feeling in them, he was nothing to them. Lower than dirt. He felt angst bubble inside him but nodded. He was chained down and tried his best to shift but returned back to the slack the chaînes allowed. He bit down on his tongue from The pain. He was just to wait then until told what to do.. he felt ready to be sick. “Yes she is my friend.” He replied In a soft voice but firm.

“How noble of you. Your wrong again but.. that’s going to end soon. You are part of the problem if you just let it happen.” He sighed. “I’m quite understanding that you didn’t have the proper teachers and I’m willing out of the goodness of my heart and Marcus as well to set things straight and the more you fight it the harder it will be.” He explained drumming his fingers on her shoulder. “You want this part to be over right then stop fighting us.” He said stiffly “Soon at the end of this you will be so much better off, stop addressing him that way and fighting us.” His eyes went void. “It’s blood purity that’s supporter the school, blood purity that has given you so much to be thankful for, blood purity thads going to better our world, not the mud bloods.” He boomed ans grabbed her arm with one swift movement. He snickered hearing the yell but didn’t allow her to Lower her arm. “Don’t you look away. This is your moment.” He said In Her ear. “You did this.” He whispered. He watched the mud blood scream and his body try to fight it. The chains didn’t allow him to get far and scrapped against the floor. Finally this would help them both so much. Finally they were learning their place and this was only the beginning. He couldn’t wait to see her eyes harden. He couldn’t wait to see her blossom under their teachings. He snapped out of watching f the mud blood and sighed when she dropped to the floor. “Get up.” He said “don’t let him do this to you.” He snapped. “Leave her alone.. she- she did it”. Desmond tried to form the words to Marcus. He wanted to tell her it would be okay., to turn towards her but didn’t want her feeling worse, he tried not to scream but it gripped him all over. His body was still shaking on and off. It was done. She would get to hopwfully leave soon and so would he. He didn’t know which order but it was done. He couldn’t take her feeling bad and wanted to hold her and take them both away, this wasn’t her fault. Aurick nodded when Marcus yelled “hes right again, you need to get up.” He croached down to her. “You don’t want to hear the screams anymore right? I know that’s so hard.. I know how to make that stop.” He said keeping his hands on his own lap. “Do you want some help to make it stop?” He asked gently knowing just what the plan was and turned to Marcus “ can you make sure he’s not moving?” He whispered walking toward Marcus. “I think this spell is best right? To help them both.” He walked back towards Ginny “now.. repeat after me..” Marcus uttered the spell in her ear, it was one of his own design and would emit a purple hue and attack his throat inside destroying and breaking down the vocal chords but she didn’t need to know that part.

Marcus rolled his eyes at Desmond, knowing full well that the younger didn’t know more than he. Mudbloods were always meant to be beneath purebloods and serve; that was their purpose. “You’ll see the truth eventually, boy,” Marcus retorted, “you’ll see that she is better than you because of her blood, and you will not longer be able to see yourself as equal as her. As us. That is what the Dark Lord stood for, and we will see that day in the future mark my words.” The Mudblood was beginning to irritate his nerves, and if he wasn’t careful, he was going to make Desmond regret saying anything at all. 

Chains scraping against cement. Desmond’s pain-filled yelps and screams echoing in Ginny’s ears. The memories of the Carrow’s running after her and cursing her with the Cruciatus Curse. Aurick’s whispers intermingling with all the other sounds swimming around her. Her nerves tingled at the memories and the overwhelming amount of things happening all at once. A voice in her ear asked if she wanted it all to stop. Immediately she answered, “yes, please. Make it stop. Please.” She didn’t want Desmond to be in anymore pain, and she needed the flashbacks to cease. Anything to help, she’d take it at this point.

The spell that was being whispered so softly in her ear hadn’t been she heard before. Was it new? What did it do exactly? The voice whispering to her “Vox Praevaricator,” she repeated in a hushed whisper. She watched with misty eyes, as she repeated the spell, Aurick’s hand lifting her own and pointing her wand once again at Desmond. “Vox Praevaricator,” Ginny spoke again. With paralyzing confusion, she watched a purple mist erupt from the end of her wand and snake towards Desmond. As it coiled around her friend, it found its resting place around his neck and entered through his skin. “What did I do?” she asked in a raspy voice. “What needed to be done,” Marcus replied with a proud grin. “You did perfectly.” Marcus had warned Desmond, and now this was his punishment. “But we do need you to stand back up so we can continue. We have so much work to do still.”

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What else hadn’t he tried. It took a bit of maneuvering but eventually he was able to budge the mattress some but again he felt himself crash back down with hope shattered. There was nothing underneath the mattress. Nothing. Smooth stone. They knew exactly what they were doing and must have imagined every scenario. “Damn.” He whispered finally sliding down the wall after pacing for some time. They must have taken his wand because he reached into his pocket and was horrified to find it wasn’t there. What had they done with it?? What if they broke it? Terror gripped him thinking and imagining it snapping f in half. He had no way out.

He winced biting his lip feeling the cold iron around his ankles. He looked up at him, and tried twisting his ankle to pull it out, maybe it could be loose enough.. he had to get out even if it meant dislocating an ankle. He inwardly shiddered feeling a pang hit Him at the cold words of the man. It was as if he was discussing the weather. Like it was no issue what he was doing. He tried quickly to pull his wrist away before Marcus could grab it then tried to pull his other wrist away. “My worth IS the name as yours.” He answered firmly though he was shaking inside, and tried to ignore the pierce he felt and jerked away from him trying to pull himself away. He glared at the man and shook his head trying to turn his head away and attempting to bring his knee up hoping the man might get distracted as he tried to free his wrists. It was stomach churning hearing his words, that he was basically their servant. Was that why he was here? “Get away from me.” He whispered when he was near his face.

“Oh I didn’t mean to startle you.” He laughed when Ginny yelped. “Don’t worry we are a team here.” He crooned leaning in closer to her. “I know you must be feeling so many nerves right now right?” He whispered. “It’s a gift what I’m giving you. A great opportunity.. you know, most might not be so generous.. they’d have you practice on maybe some fake person now a days” he sighed. “But you.. you I see more potential in and you.. have been led astray.” He groaned. “Now it’s time to step up and reclaim your privilege.” He spoke louder and steadied her and her posture. “stand up straight already. You have to be confident. This is not your friend.” He said in a dark annoyed tone. “Maybe he was Before but we’ve told you that’s over.” He said firmly “I don’t want to hear it anymore how you don’t want too,” he warned and this time the patience was gone. He rolled his eyes he had been ready and so happy but it all flickered out when nothing happened. “Again.”He boomed. “Marcus is right.. you have to mean it and we are not leaving here until it’s done right.” He said with an arched eyebrow. “So it you want to leave this room you will do it right.” Desmond had flinched but his body went still again when nothing happened. His breath was shaky. He was used to taking hits from back home and learned eventually how to counter them but not a curse but he would take it if it meant Ginny could leave the room and be done. He would it take it in that moment. He would rather him than her, he knew she knew what it felt like but didn’t want to see her go through it again. Wincing he tried to turn his head away when he heard it fire but his body locked and seized he involuntarily let out a yell feeling his back arch and fall back down. His skull felt like it might crack. His head felt pressure like he was held under water, and everything sounded muffled. Every nerve fired and it felt like painful white hot flames engulfed him. He bit down hard on his lip till it bled stopping another cry Escaping. The pain traveled down his arms and legs he tried to pull away but was stuck in place he could hear the iron against the floor and was brought back . He couldn’t turn his head he couldn’t let ginny see as he closed his eyes tears fell. His body fell still as he tried to swallowed and focus on his breathing.. the dull pain radiated in waves. Another little yell escaped and Aurick stood straighter and smirked “brilliant Ginny.” He chuckled. “Well done.. but we are not finished.”

“You know nothing, boy,” Marcus spat, “You Mudbloods think you’re so special because you were born with magic from parents who don’t know a lick about magic and maybe don’t believe in it still. How does that feel, Mudblood?” He let out one, condescending laugh and stood back up. “You don’t call the shots here, I do. I’m the one who tells you when to do something and where to go, do you understand? I don’t know how your ‘friend’ puts up with you honestly.” Checking over the chains again, he waited for Aurick to arrive so they could begin already. 

Ginny wanted to recoil away from the man gripping onto her, but his hold was too strong. His message disgusted her, the two of them disgusted her; she was ready to flee from this house with Desmond and never see these two men ever again. But that seemed like wishful thinking for the time being. They were stuck, trapped, and being used as some sort of experiment. “My privilege? Just because my whole family has history of magic doesn’t mean I’m any better than someone who was born with Muggle parents. I know plenty of Muggleborns who are way better than I am and have more potential than I have in my pinky. Blood purity means nothing.”

There was no way she was going to be able to rip the sound of him yelling in pain out of her head, and it was all her fault. Her own friend was in pain because of her own magic, from her wand. What kind of friend was she that did that? Who was less than now? Before she could stop herself, her overwhelming emotions crashed over her and her knees crashed into the ground. Clutching her red hair, she balled up, and tried to erase as much of the event as she could. The way that he screamed, the way that his body moved as the curse hit him. It brought her back to Hogwarts and reminded that everything that had happened with the Carrows wasn’t that long along. Her lungs burned and her throat felt as if it were closing up; she was hyperventilating. This had happened in weeks... she had stayed so strong all this time, and this was the time that her emotions would take over? And there was no one able to calm her down. “Get up! We’re not done.” she could hear Marcus yell at her, but it was if he was far away, like he was underwater. She was there, but she wasn’t. While everything spun around her, her fingers dug deeper into her already sore scalp. For those two semesters she had sworn not to Crucio anyone ever, and here she was, breaking that promise. “No, no, no,” she kept repeating softly. 

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It was when he thought he might have found a lose rock it seemed stuck and wasn’t enough to even try and use it anyway. It wasn’t that sort of door. He had searched the mattress but felt his hope deflate. There was no coils. He could have at least used that. He could have kept it in his pocket. Unless? What about their cloths? It seemed they were allowed to keep their own cloths at least but he wondered if they planned to take that too. He wondered if Ginny had tried the same thing. Surely there had to be some way. There was no window so there was no breaking glass if he even could if there was a window. The door was sturdy, he had tried to ram into it only to end up with a more busted shoulder than he had started with. Frustration consumed him as he cursed under his breath.

He stared down at the chains through tired blurry eyes and shook his head. This couldn’t be happening. He would snap out of it. He looked around but nothing had changed. It was real. “Your sick, this isn’t a lesson and I don’t want it.” His chest tightened he made another back wards step but stepped forward after a tentative moment a new thought emerged in his mind, perhaps if he got close he’d have a better chance, with each step his heart beat faster, he could barely feel his fingertips when another chill wracked him, lowering himself into the ground closer, as he did . He could feel the chains near his ankle and tried to twist his body to make it harder for him to chain him, holding his arms close to him under his stomach so he couldn’t reach them he hoped. “It’s Desmond.” He force out trying to kick.

“You can.” Aurick corrected. “You can and you will.” He replied. “It might be hard now but it’s the right thing to go and it’ll get easier much easier.” He said softly almost like reassuring a child. “It only seems wrong because you never learned the right things.” He corrected. “That’s why we are here to help so we’d appreciate a bit of respect for all our hard work and kindnesses,” he spewed in annoyance. “Now.. we are done being so patient.” Aurick growled. “Stop crying.” His grip on her increased. He made sure her wand was aimed at the mud blood. This would be her first time but it would not be her last he was going to continue until she could do it without even flinching as if she was simply taking another breath. He had another plan too, This was not going to be the only spell but he had to at least get her to do the first one and see how good it felt. “Don’t even try to lower your wand.” He sneered. He watched the mud blood try and staighten out only to be stopped. This was the perfect oppurunty. “Me?” He laughed. “I’m not putting you two against each other and neither is Marcus. This is how it should be this is how it is.. only you didn’t get shown correctly, welcome to reality.” He said with a light hearted and almost soft tone. His fingers dug into her wrist “Fine, then I’m going to help you, let me rephrase, do it now, or we can try the other curse. And you will be digging a grave afterwards? Which curse do you prefer? Of the two.. fire it now 1.. 2.. 3..” he said pressing down on her hand. “Go.” Desmond nodded and he could barely feel himself give them okay.. he felt light headed and wasn’t sure if he was drawing in a breath but he tried to take in a deep one tried to give her a reassuring look, seeing the tears in her eyes he let the tension go.

She was swift and sturdy in the air, but did that include jumping out of a window and hoping her magic was quick enough to catch her before she hit the ground? It was possible, and she had done it before during a Quidditch practice... she wasn’t scared of heights, but she didn’t want to do this alone. With a confident pull on the window, she tried to lift the window open but it didn’t budge. “No,” she whispered in a panic as she inspected the locks on the window but they wouldn’t slide either. “No,” she repeated as she pressed her back against the wall and glided down until she was sitting. Wrapping her arms around her bent legs, she rested her forehead between her knees. With a defeated sigh, she waited for her fate. 

Clamping the iron chains around the Mudblood’s arms and legs felt good. This moment was long awaited, and he couldn’t express how exhilarating everything that had transpired thus far was. They had successfully taken two of the most wanted people and their plan was finally working. Now, all they had to do was teach their students their much needed lessons. “Shut up, Mudblood. I didn’t ask for you to speak especially if it’s to tell me your name again. And it is a lesson, you ignorant prat.” He bent down so he could be on the same eye level as the Mudblood and continued, “You’re going to learn your worth, and this lesson will be the perfect way to do it. I don’t care what you think, because it’s wrong. I don’t care if you don’t like it. Who’s been tied up in rope and chain? Not me. So, I think you need to figure out who’s superior, because it sure as hell ain’t you.”

Involuntarily, she yelped when Aurick tightened his grip, almost wringing out her skin at this point. There was no way around it, she was going to have to inflict one of the dreadful curses upon her friend; she wished it was the other way around and that she was in his spot. The redhead had had experience in suffering through the Cruciatus Curse and would be able endure it. Squeezing her eyes shut, she mustered out a faint, “Cruicio,” but nothing happened. Not even a spark flickered from her wand. Relief almost flooded her, but it was flushed away when Marcus groaned in frustration in front of her. “You call that a curse, Miss Ginny? No, no, no. You have to mean it. You can’t just flick your wrist a certain way and expect something to happen. No, you have to mean the spell and direct all your anger to fuel it.” But she didn’t want to direct that to Desmond. Or anyone at all for that matter. Except maybe these two named Aurick and Marcus but maybe she’d reserve it just for them. “Do it! Now!” he bellowed at her while pointing at Desmond. Out of fear from his outburst, the outburst of another “Crucio!” slipped through her lips while hearing the same spell being spoken in her ear by Aurick. In horror she watched the spell travel to Desmond at an alarm rate, and she was helpless in stopping it. 

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“Oh I think you are, it’s part of why you here..” he said simply without missing a beat. “You just don’t see it. How pathetic and sad.” He said stepping towards her. A hard glare bore into the Weasley girl. “I’m going to let that one go since it’s your first day.” He sais through gritted teeth, his hand gripped her shirt as he pulled her closer. “You are going to take these lessons. I didn’t ask you. I told you. I can make your lives miserable. This is your home now. I think we’ve been fairly patient.” She was stubborn but so wrong. How brainwashed had she been? She didn’t see the obvious and it was maddening. “I’ll be here again to get you for your lesson.” He said quickly. The coldness in his voice more apparent.

He had been so happy to get the ropes off his arm but still found nothing that could help him and Marcus was gone before he could try to get an upper hand. The room if it really was one was small there was no weak spots where he could use anything. It was hard and cold. The hours felt so much longer and he felt himself stir crazy not knowing where Ginny was. They had to leave. Fast. His was arms were still aching when Marcus came back and grabbed him. He couldn’t make sense of how many turns they made or what sort of room they were in, each second he tried latching on to something to look at. Anything, or grabbing anything but They were moving too fast. Maybe he’d see Ginny, maybe this could be their chance. He felt the grip tighten and finally was stopped abruptly almost falling forward. The room was darker, darker than the halls had been.. he felt his heart drop when it became quite except for a rattling heavy sound. “No.” He said finally. “No I’m getting down there.” He said in a breath when he realized what those were. He began to back step, hands balled into fists. His eyes tried to scan Marcus again quickly if he just found something ,

He twisted and pulled trying again seeing Ginny but they held firm and only rubbed into his wrists, his eyes tried to focus on hers when she said his name. His heart cracked as his breath left him when they ordered her wand out. Closing his eyes for a brief second and steadying his breath, his foot shot out again at Marcus when he came closer almost coming in contact. Pain radiated up his leg as bit down hard on his lip but narrowed his eyes at Marcus. “Good then.” Aurick smiled. “Just where he should be.” Aurick glowered hearing her address the mud blood so caring like. It was disgusting and backwards. His hands gripped her hair “no more of that.” He breathed darkly. He hadn’t been expecting it so when it was delivered it took his breath away but he wasn’t letting her get far. No. They had just begun. Anger threatening to boil over he grabbed her arm finally regaining some breath. He would let this lesson go all night if he had too, what was one mud blood? Especially if it sunk the message in for her. He didn’t care if she cried or screamed. “Get over here.” He pulled her arm and gripped tightly down on her wrist. “Ginny, let her go !” There it was, he had addressed her by name again. “Oi Marcus could you do something about that?” Aurick shot a look over at the other man and glared at the mud blood . “Now since this is your first time here. I’m going to help you, you can and will thank me later.” His grip on her tightened, his other arm wrapped around her. “Well do it together.” He said voice laced with venom. “Let’s raise your wand.” Once he had grabbed it and forced it in her hand. “It’s just one word, say it now.. or I will.” Desmond’s eyes locked on hers. He tried to take in a deep breath, tried to imagine he’ was elsewhere as his body tensed up, but before he closed his eyes he met hers. “It’s okay.” They seemed to say. This wasn’t her doing even if he come from her voice and wand.

This was not her home. Her home was at the Burrow, with her family. She didn’t belong here; he was far from being right. As soon as he’d left, she immediately began to search the room, looking for a way to escape. Beside the bed, there was a fairly small window, but the floor she now resided on was too high up and there was no telling if there were protective spells around the residence. Her attempt to unlock the door was a complete failure as when she used her wand, it was almost knocked out of her hand. Whatever spells they were utilizing to keep her in were strong. They had thought of everything while Ginny was running out of ideas. Surely there was a way out. 

“C’mon, Mudblood. Don’t make me force you into them. You don’t want to be late to your first lesson, do you?” Marcus spoke with a dark smirk, jangling the chains once more. He was ready to use the Imperius Curse on the boy, that was the easy part. It was if the stupid Mudblood would do what he was born to do - serve them. It was time to teach his worth. “Get in the chains. Now. Be a good Mudblood.”

There was no denying what Aurick wanted her to do to Desmond. It was one of the many ‘lessons’ she had refused in her sixth year at Hogwarts while the Carrows reigned high. An Unforgivable. “I-I can’t,” she cried, the tears now escaping and flowing down her pale skin, “I w-won’t.” Her vision swam at the scene before her. Her arm was extended in front of her, wand clutched in her shaking hand as the man behind her tightly held onto her wrist ensuring that she didn’t lower it.  Past the tip of her wand, it was aimed at her best friend, Desmond who was on the ground beat and bruised with chains holding him down. Honey eyes met with her dark brown eyes, the gold specks twinkling even in the dim room reminding her that not all hope was lost. He was there with her even though the circumstance was not at all optimistic. As she attempted to blink away the tears, Ginny continued to fight against Aurick by trying to twist out of his grip but it was to no avail, she was losing her strength. “Why are you pitting us against each other?” she screamed at either man who was willing to answer her. “I refuse to hurt him, assholes.” Intently, she looked at Desmond once more, looking at him as if to apologize for what was going to be done against her will. 

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Her scalp ached as her red hair was continuously being pulled by this asshole who wouldn’t shut the hell up. “I’m not the one who associates with filth,” she spoke with anger that shook her. Staring at him with intense, brown eyes, courage overpowered the fear that had been climbing steadily up her spine and she didn’t hesitate one second to gather enough saliva in her mouth and direct that spit in her general direction. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, but I’m not taking any kind of lesson from you.” Ginny would fight them kicking and screaming even if it meant gaining some bumps and bruises; it wasn’t like she hadn’t endured it before. She needed to retrieve Desmond from where he was and get them both out of here at the earliest opportunity. There had been a brief moment where they had locked eyes before being pulled away, and she promised herself that that would not be the last time she saw him. 

Marcus had eventually untied Desmond but it was when he exited the room when the flick of his wand released Desmond’s ropes. He wasn’t about to get caught in another brawl and potentially be the reason why their captive escaped and then be on the other end of torture himself. That wasn’t why he was there. The reason why he was there to teach a Mudblood and a Pureblood their places, something that the wizarding world had lost a long time ago. It was time to gain that knowledge back. Several hours later after concocting the first ‘lesson’ for the two with Aurick, Marcus returned to Desmond’s room, if you could really call it a room, to bring the Mudblood to another space where their first lesson would be. Ensuring Desmond was secure with the chains that he had conjured he answered Aurick, “Aye, he’s secure, Aurick. This time I made sure that the prat won’t be able to elbow anyone else.”

Ginny’s heart raced as she was brought to another room, this one now darker and held no furniture whatsoever. What ‘lesson’ were they about to teach? Why was this happening to the two of them? Desmond’s voice snatched her right out of her thoughts, and her breath caught in her throat as she looked at him. Chained down, dirty, and bloody. She shuddered as someone’s fingers ran through a few locks of her hair, and she almost smacked it away but didn’t want to pick a physical fight just yet. This wasn’t happening. This was all just one of her awful nightmares and she would wake up eventually. Right? Right?! “Des-” she whispered as she stepped towards him but was yanked back by a strong, masculine hand wrapped around the back of her neck. “You heard him,” Marcus barked, “take out your blood wand.” 

Looking at Desmond, tears threatening to spill across her pink cheeks, she had a small inkling of what they wanted her to do. Finding her voice, she muttered a strong, “no” before rearing her elbow forward and lunging it behind her, into Aurick’s stomach. She was small, but she was not going down without a fight. 

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Ever since her first year with the Chamber of Secrets, she had never really found herself wanting to cry when found in a dangerous situation until now. Ginny couldn’t ascertain which one she thought was more terrifying: her body being hijacked by Tom Riddle or being kidnapped by a pair of lunatics post war not knowing if she was going to make it out alive. As soon as the man holding her shook her to shut her up, she had lost her voice completely and zipped up any snarky comments she was just waiting to spit at him. And then he caught her taking off her shoe. No.. No. That was her last ditch effort before they Apparated, and he took that away from her just like her freedom. Before she could steal another moment to either attempt to take off the other shoe or look at Desmond, Ginny was in another place. Alone. With a man named Aurick. 

When she opened her eyes after the familiar, quick pulling of her navel had finished swirling, her eyes travelled around the room to find a barely furnished space. It only had a small, twin-sized bed with plain bedspread covering it and some curtains that didn’t match. And that was it. At least it’s not a dungeon, she tried to comfort herself. It would be better if she had Desmond with her, but it was too much to ask for that much luck this time around. 

“Don’t try anything stupid, Mudblood,” Marcus snarled at his captured wizard, if he could even call the other a true wizard, as he tightened his sweaty palms onto the rope and Apparated to the place where Desmond would now reside for however long they decided. Not letting go even as their feet planted firmly on the ground, Marcus gestured around them, “welcome to your new home, Mudblood. How do you like it?”

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Ginny and Desmond had to escape somehow. There was no way they were going to go anywhere with these man as there was no telling where the older men were going to take the younger witch and wizard or what what was going to occur. If only Ginny could see their forearms and figure out if they were Death Eaters; there was no telling without that vital piece of ink. However much Ginny wanted to get her friend and herself out of this situation, there no possibly way out unless they had their wands. And their hands freed. She also had no confidence that the two of them would be able to overpower the men named Marcus and Aurick, names that she didn’t recognize. Of course, they weren’t using last names and Ginny hadn’t had a proper glance at their faces.

“There are people who know where we went, and if they don’t hear back from us by tomorrow, they’ll figure everything out and come find your asses.” The redhead grunted in slight pain as she was pulled closer to Aurick and her panic increased as he readied to Apparate. “I’d smarten yourself up if you call me love again,” she muttered, attempting to readjust her arms so the rope wasn’t too tight. But it was all in vain as the rope had no give. She was hoping to distract them for as long as possible so she’d have more time to figure out a plan. They were running out of time to escape, and the ticking seconds were dragging her hope away. They could leave something behind to help track them, though, right? Their backpacks would be left unattended, but would that be enough of them left behind? Perhaps if she left something more....but what? A shoe? No, what if she had to run long distance for some reason? It was better than leaving no trace at all. Hoping that the two men would’t notice what she was up to, she began slipping off her shoe by playing it off that she was continuing to fidget. 

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Marcus spoke to Desmond, tightening his grip on the rope. “And I know you have a name, smart ass. I think Mudblood suits you better,” Marcus replied, smirking. “Alright, I’m ready,” he spoke to Aurick but then leaned closer to Desmond, “Don’t try any funny business, Mudblood. Don’t want you to get splinched before all the fun happens.” After he spoke, he straightened up and gave a dark chuckle, readying his wand to Apparate as well. 

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They were all so careful planning the whole operation out. From how they were going travel to who they were they going to stay with and for how long; it was all so precise. How did they go wrong? Were the others in trouble, too? Did someone spill to the wrong person? There had to be a mole, a double agent, in the midst of their evacuation procedure. They hadn’t told but a handful of people, though, and those people were trusted throughout the war and hadn’t caused any issues. She wanted to scream in frustration and fear. 

Disgust shivered throughout her whole body and created goosebumps to prickle her skin as the man whispered in her ear. If her arms hadn’t been bound or if he hadn’t grabbed her so quickly, his nose would have been broken in three different places and then his groin would have been next. If only her hands were free, she would send a Patronus to her family to warn them or send help. There was no way of getting out of this, and she almost gagged thinking of what was to become of Desmond and herself. “You’re going to regret this, asshole,” she snarled, struggling against her restraints. 

“If you don’t stop, you filthy Mudblood” the man began to threaten the other. “Alright, your turn,” he growled as he bound Desmond with rope as well, ensuring that his arms were securely bound. He didn’t want another elbow to the chest. “At least I don’t have dirty blood. C’mon, Aurick. Let’s get going. The others are waiting,” he spoke as he yanked hold of Desmond’s ropes. “Hope you’re ready for your lesson.”