Unexpectedly Expecting

2: Interrogation

Days fell off the calendar, and each night would begin with a witch or wizard being questioned by the tall bronze masked wizard. A red masked witch held a rather nasty spiked whip in her hands, and she used it piteously against the unsuspecting witch or wizard's back.

Where do your loyalties lie?

How many serve Albus Dumbledore?

What are his faction's plans?

Can you identify who serves him?

What were Dumbledore's plans?

What is your blood status?

Other questions were asked, but these were the main ones. I was always passed over for this, along with the other so called Undesirables. We were called Undesirables because we were told that the Goblet of Fire kept passing us over to be deflowered. I was kept with other virgins, and surprisingly, Ginny Weasley was one of them, but because she was a blood traitor, she had a slightly elevated status to me, but only very slightly...

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On my second week, Ginny was tossed into my cell, and we hugged each other, sobbing because we were so happy to be reunited.

"What happened? With Harry and the others?" I asked after we calmed down.

Ginny sat on one of the cots, and sighed heavily, "I didn't see him much after Madam Pomfrey found him by Hagrid's burnt down hut. He was injured pretty bad, but she said that he would live."

"And Ron?"
"He's at the Burrow."
"And the girls?"

"From what I saw, they seemed fine, but Hogwarts was a mess. Dumbledore....I can't believe Professor Snape did...that to him," Ginny shook her head. "I could believe it of the Le Strange bitch, but not him, even with the whole emo thing going, as the muggle say."

I chuckled, "Yeah. But then again, no one would think Quirrell was crazy either, and he tried to kill Harry my first year."

Ginny was about to say something, but Wormtail came by and banged on the bars. "Quiet, whores! You'll get plenty of time usin' those mouths on some wizard in time."

"Like you have one down there," Ginny retorted. "Or does Noseless Psycho's pet play with it?"

Wormtail's red rimmed eyes were full of barely suppressed rage. "Watch yer tongue before I rip it out, blood traitor."

"Whatever you say, Wormy."

He shuffled down to the other cells, and half an hour passed before he grudgingly passed us some gruel and hard bread to soak it up with. I chewed on the bread, and so did Ginny. We swallowed it down with the oily water that came with it, and retreated to our cots.

Days passed tediously of waking up, doing our business in the buckets we were given, eating the gruel that was given to us, and drinking oily disgusting water. When we bled for our periods, we were given maxi pads and underwear, but that was the only thing clean we were given, besides blood replenisher potion to ease the blood flow magically.

Ginny and I talked sometimes out of sheer boredom, and I would tell her things of the muggle world even Ron didn't know, and we would pass our time away. Eventually, we grew bored of that and lapsed into periods of not engaging socially at all.

But the day came when I was summoned to see the bronze masked deatheater, the Mind Breaker they called him among the other prisoners, and I was more than a little terrified of what he would do to me to be honest. I heard the doors of my cell open up, and a silver masked deatheater entered the room.