just for me ⚘ a Fred Weasley Fanfiction

94. behind enemy lines pt. 1

cw~

All the breath was forced out of Juniper's body as she was dropped to the ground. She heaved in an attempt to breathe, her body rigid from the pain of colliding into the floor. Her eyes opened slowly, terrified of what she was going to come face to face with.
The Marble columns and staircase were unmistakable, as was the grey sky through the windows and murky smell of the house.
Fucking Malfoy fucking Manor.
Her first instinct was to sigh, if she had any air in her lungs. She rolled to the side, slowly sitting up as her bones cracked. Surrounding her was a circle of Deatheaters, their silver masks hiding their faces. Juniper laid back down, admitting defeat and accepting the situation.

"Her wand." One of them said, ordering for someone to take her wand that had been thrown to the side as she landed. She watched helplessly as they handed it to the main Deatheater, who pocketed it in his robes. "Welcome back, Miss Jones."

"Whatever." Juniper coughed dryly in response. "Hurry up and kill me then."

"And spill valuable, pure blood? What a waste that would be." The main Deatheater walked over to Juniper, crouching beside her and taking his mask off. It was Lucius Malfoy. "No, we have much bigger plans for you."

"What about my grandmother?" She growled back, staring him in the eye. "Didn't think that pure blood was a waste?"

"Her blood was the most valuable." Lucius smiled unsettlingly, brushing Juniper's hair away from her face. "It's what helped the Dark Lord rise to power. She's the one to thank for all this-."

Using all the hatred in her body, Juniper cut him off by spitting in his face, right between the eyes. Lucius wiped her spit away with a snarl, taking her wand out of his pocket and aiming it close to her forehead. Juniper held his eye contact with a glare, lifting her head slightly so her wand was digging into her skin.

"Kill me." She dared him.

"Stupefy." He said with a smile, her head cracking against the marble floor from the force of the spell, completely unconscious.