A Marauders Riddle

Kidnapped

Thank you to CharlieFawkes for helping me with my last chapter! This one's for you.

With Charlie

Charlie tried again to get out of the chains that tied her to the wall in the filthy dungeon. Her wrists and ankles were raw from her continued fruitless attempts to get out. Charlie fell still as a cloaked man unlocked her cell door and stepped in. Charlie shivered. The man seemed to radiate menace. He turned and Charlie let out a barely stifled gasp. Voldemort.

With Poppy

"Poppy, it's not your fault," Tris tried to reassure her half-sister to no avail.
Poppy had been hysterical ever since they'd received the news of Charlie's kidnap. The Marauders, Tris, Chloe, Lily and Regulus had all tried to calm her down, but nothing helped. They were now all sitting under a tree in the courtyard. The boys looked uneasy, like girls crying unnerved them. The girls were all tried to calm Poppy down, but they could all feel Charlie's absence.

With Charlie

"Crucio!" Voldemort bellowed.
Charlie screamed again. It seemed like all she'd been doing for the past half an hour was screaming. The Torture Curse made it feel like her bones were turning to acid and her blood to fire. Voldemort lifted the curse then slashed his wand down. Charlie yelped as a deep gouge opened up on her face.
"Imperio," Voldemort hissed.
Charlie got to her feet and walked over to the wall. Voldemort flicked his wand and the iron shackles locked themselves around Charlie's ankles and wrists. Voldemort lifted the Imperius Curse and walked out, locking the door behind him.

Two weeks later

With Poppy

Tris, Poppy and Chloe were sitting in Dumbledore's office with McGonagall and the Headmaster. Poppy was holding an envelope with a black seal in the shape of a snake. Looking nervous, Poppy slit the envelope and pulled out a letter.
"My daughter," she read aloud, "If you and Trissa come to my residence on Sunday, you will be welcomed as my honoured guests. I am glad that you have finally seen that there is only power and those to weak to seek it. My daughters are not weak. Your father."
There was a profound silence.
"Well, then," Tris said, trying to be bouncy but failing, "Guess the plan's going ahead!"
Poppy bit her lip. McGonagall sighed.
"Let's go over the plan again," Dumbledore said calmly. "Poppy, you and Trissa will go to Voldemort's residence this Sunday. You will go along with whatever he says until you can rescue Charlie. Then, the three of you get out and back to Hogwarts as fast as you can."
Tris and Poppy nodded solemnly. Chloe suddenly burst into tears.
"Poppy, please try to be safe," she sobbed, "You're my best friend and I don't want you getting hurt."
Poppy got out of her seat and put her arms around Chloe. The two girls embraced, both wondering if this would be the last time they'd do this.

The next day

With Charlie

Charlie looked in the mirror and almost burst into tears. She was so thin. Deep gouges littered her body. The Torture Curse had wreaked havoc on her; she was pale and she stumbled when she walked.
"Fawkes!" A yell echoed from downstairs.
Charlie jumped and ran out of her attic room. She took a look at the room before she left. It was bare and squalid, the only furniture was a hard, uncomfortable bed and a wooden trunk for the few possessions the inhabitant of the attic had. The only clean thing in the room was a mirror on the wall. Charlie knew it had been put there to torture her by her appearance. A tear fell from her eye and she turned and ran downstairs to the waiting Death Eaters.
"We have visitors tomorrow," Voldemort said in his cold voice. "Clean this floor. I want to see myself in it. We must be presentable."
Charlie bowed her head and muttered "yes sir". She was too scared of the punishments if she wasn't 'respectful'.
Voldemort slashed his wand across Charlie's face. Another deep gouge opened up and Charlie only just refrained from screaming. The Death Eaters laughed cruelly. Charlie looked up from the floor and swore she could see Bellatrix.