Mudblood on the Run

Chapter Four: Sacrifices

"Harry!" Hermione shouted. He turned to look at her, then she hit him in the face with a stinging jinx. Two of the snatchers walked into the tent. I recognized one as Fenrir Greyback. The other had long, tangled, brown hair with a red streak on one side. He was wearing odd pants, with combat boots, and a leather jacket.

"Well, well well. Looks like we cought a bunch of runaways, aye, Fenrir?" He asked Fenrir. "Outside. Now."

We started to walk outside, but the snatcher stopped us.

"Leave the bags in 'ere." He said. Hermione and I instantly dropped our bags without breaking eye contact, and continued outside.

"-three, run. Got it?" Ron was in the middle of saying to Harry. They both nodded and Fenrir came up behind Hermione, and grabbed her, so she couldn't move at all. Two other snatchers grabbed the boys, and finally, the long-haired snatcher was behind me.

He had one arm wrapped around me, so it was holding my waist and arms against him. The other arm was under my chin, so I was forced to look twards the sky.

"And what's your name, girl?" He asked, putting his face into my hair.

The panic that had risen in me when Harry said You-Know-Who's name grew, if possible, and I began to cry silently, as I couldn't think of a name. I had to give him my real name, there was no way out of it.

"Isabella Perry." I said. Because my head was tilted back, the tears ran down by my ears, making me extremely uncomfortable. I squirmed, and the one who was holding me threw me to the ground. He then got on top of me, and put his face very close to mine.

"Toss me the book." He commanded. A little red book was thrown into his outstretched hand, and he began looking for my name. His eyes widened, and his mouth formed an 'o', in a way to mock me.

"You're a Mudblood, aren't you?" He said with an evil laugh. I began to cry harder, and he slapped me.

"Ease up, Scabior." The snatcher who was holding Ron said. The one called Scabior sharply turned his head, and growled. He got off of me, and bound me with ropes. I began to struggle against them, but found there was no use. I rolled over onto my side and began to cry. I tried to listen to the interrogation of  Harry, Ron, and Hermione, but I couldn't focus enough.

After a few minutes of silence, someone spoke.

"Change of plans. We're not taking this lot to the Ministry."

Someone grabbed my arm, and pulled me up. They turned me around, and I saw a pair of brilliant blue eyes.

"I'll take these ropes off of you, if you be a good little Mudblood." Scabior said softly. I nodded my head and whimpered. He smiled wickedly and released the ropes. He threw me over to Fenrir, and he looked at me hungrily. He licked his lips and inhaled deeply.

"Leave her alone, Fenrir." Scabior scolded. Fenrir growled.

"Just a taste?" He nearly moaned.

"No. Mine." Scabior snapped. "To Malfoy Manor."

Fenrir dug his claw-like nails into my arm, drawing blood. We then apparated to a long drive. At the end was a huge mansion, with iron gates at the front. As we walked to the front gate, we were greeted by Bellatrix Lestrange, I think. Scabior held Harry's face close to Bellatrix's and  she let us in. We walked- well Fenrir walked, I was dragged- into the manor.

"Draco!" Bellatrix cackled. I shuddered at her voice, and a slim, blonde boy came from around the corner. The boy looked over Harry's face, while all was silent in the hall.

"Me, giver her to me, Fenrir." Scabior snapped. Fenrir nearly launched me to Scabior, I landed on my hands and knees. Scabior roughly pulled me to my feet, and held me there.

"I can't be sure." The blonde boy said to Bellatrix. She huffed, and began to storm away, when she stopped, dead in her tracks.

"What's that?" She said, pointing to the sword of Gryffindor that one of the snatchers was holding.

"It was with them when we found them, ma'am." He said in a shaky voice.

"Where did you get it?!" She screamed.

"I just told you!"

"OUT! ALL OF YOU! OUT! I need to have a little girl talk with these girls." Bellatrix said, walking twards me. Scabior pushed me behind him, and I dared not move as he lost all contact with me.

"She's mine." He growled. She smiled wickedly.

"Oh yeah?" She said as she drew her wand, and closed a whip around Scabior's throat. She whipped him across the room, and let him be after twice across. She turned back to me. She cracked the whip at me, but I dodged it.

"Let her be, Bellatrix. She has no connection to Harry Potter." Another blonde said, walking into the room. He looked just like the boy that was in here moments ago.

Scabior got up from the floor without me noticing. He grabbed my arm, where the new puncture wounds were, and we walked outstide. We were waiting in the cold of the late night air, when the last of the five snatchers joind us. They all turned on me.

"Name?"

"Isabella Perry." I said in a monotone voice.

"On your knees. Now." One of them ordered. I dropped to my knees, thinking of the worst.

"Age?"

"24"

"Blood status?"

"Mug- Mudblood, sir." I whispered. They all laughed.

"Ashamed of you blood status, girl?" Scabior asked. I slowly nodded my head.

"What do you think we should do with her?" Scabior asked, starting a new conversation with his fellow snatchers. They seemed to completly forget I was on my knees, right behind them.

"Azkaban?"

"Hmm...No."

"Ministry?"

"Maybe."

"Should we just kill her?" Fenrir asked. "I'll do it."

"I think that's a good idea." Scabior said, deciding my inevitable fate.

I started to cry, thinking of the werewolf eating me alive.

Scabior turned to look at me, and I silently begged him with my eyes. We held eachother's gaze for a minute or two, when I found the courage to speak.

"Pl-" I cleared my throat so I could make my voice louder. "Please, don't."

"Don't what, girl?" Scabior asked.

"Please don't kill me." I whispered. He smiled.

"Please don't kill me." Scabior mocked me. I finally reached my breaking point, and I decided just to full on beg.

"Please! Please don't kill me! I'll do anything you want, just don't kill me!" I begged, as I started to sob.

"Anything?" Scabior asked.

I thought for a moment. Saying no would put me to death, but saying yes could mean many things. They could force me to work, they could force me to kill, they could rape me, they could torture me, the possibilities of things was eendless.

"Yes, anything." I whispered. Scabior smiled.