Ron
I'm overcome with nerves but excitement at the same time. What will it be that I have to do?"You have all offered yourselves to become death eaters. You must prove yourself as worthy. Every single one of you must find one of the run away mudbloods and bring them to me. I will assign each of you a specific one. You will be called up in alphabetical order of your last name."
It won't be anyone important or well known that I have to get. I'll be one of the last up because I begin with W. All the ones I know will be assigned to someone earlier on (thank God).
The first person is called up by Malfoy. I guess he's some kind of assistant to Vold- no, the dark lord. Weird that Malfoy and I are on the same side after all those years.
It's taking longer than I thought it would. It was 40 minutes before my name was said. He looked somewhat surprised when he called my name out. I have a lot to prove I guess.
"We have two minutes to discuss a plan. Starting-now. So you will get the Granger girl and bring her back. This should be easy for you as we know that you have her location. You just have to bring her to me. You better not disappoint or you know what will happen. We will find her anyway, so you might as well cooperate and prove yourself. To ensure that you stay on task, I have installed a tracker on you. Everything you do or say and everywhere you go will be registered, so you had better show us that you're serious about your choice"
My heart sinks.
I have to do it, he said himself that she will be caught anyway.
"Of course, my Lord", I managed to spit out, "I will be back soon with the filthy thing".
"Good. Remember that we are always watching and nothing gets past me." The word nothing was slowly drawn out, making me feel sick to the stomach. I can't even pretend to dislike her-they'll know. I just need to think of her as a mudblood, not my girl friend. She can't even be a friend anymore. She is lesser of me and that's what I need to keep in mind.
I mutter the spell to see where she was in hiding and apparated nearby. I hid behind a tree and planned by next move. I could see her sleeping when I turned around to take a look. This will be much easier if she's asleep. All I need to do is get some rope, tie her up and then apparate back. She's never been a heavy sleeper so I have to hit her with a curse to keep her weak. "Accio rope". A thick, rough coil of rope came to my hands. As soon as I turn around the corner, it must start. I mentally prepare myself. No mistakes can be made at all.
I come out from behind the tree and walk over to her. The leaves crunch extremely loudly, waking her up. I duck down, hoping that she didn't see me. To my dismay, a voice called out "Ron! Ron, I'm over here". It's now or never. "Crucio". A haunting scream filled the forest. She seem to have recovered quickly enough, so I hit her with it again. The scream was louder.
She was weak, so I had to strike now. She was laying on her side. I pushed her over and sat on her back to ensure that she stayed still. Tears poured and poured from her eyes. "Ron stop. Let me go! What are you doing?" Fear filled her wet eyes when she felt the corse rope against her skin. "Please, just tell me what's happening". I was certain that the death eaters were watching this, so I had to pull through.
"Shut it you worthless, dirty mudblood."
"R-r-Ron? Why are you doing this?"
"Crucio! I told you to shut up. Shut. Your. Mouth."
"Okay I will but please just answer one question-is this you who wants to do this or are you being forced to? I deserve to know"
"WHAT DID I SAY? Crucio! And, for the record, I'm only doing what someone of your blood deserves."Authors note:
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Slave to Draco
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