Mysterious Hogwarts Requests

Imperio | Charlie Weasley

Almost everything in italics is a flashback! The only exception to this would be the single lines that are italicized. (example: I love Charlie Weasley)

I know this might not be how the Imperius Curse works, but y' know! This just a story I had in mind! Also, it's kinda long, like really long LOL

Word Count: 5,487

Summary: This takes place during The Deathly Hallows. Charlie Weasley is desperately trying to find someone and will do everything it takes to get them back from the clutches of the Dark Lord.

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The Imperius Curse, one of the most powerful and sinister spells known to wizardkind. It is a well-known tool of the Dark Arts and is frequently utilized by Lord Voldemort and his followers. It is one of the three Unforgivable Curses and its use will obtain its caster a lengthy sentence in Azkaban. When cast successfully, the curse places the victim completely under the caster's control, though a person with exceptional strength of will is capable of resisting it.

The Malfoy Apothecary was a frequent place of meeting for Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Unsuspecting clients were met by the sweet, cherry smell of their Superior Red upon entering. The intoxicating smell of the wine and the perfect manners of the staff distracted them from the horrors that took place behind the back-room doors.

The backroom contained – not only –the necessary supplies to keep their establishment running, but a set of mossy, stone steps that led down to the dark cellar. It was cold and damp, and the only light that shown came from a sliver underneath the door.

Footsteps echoed through the chamber, wooden casks of wine lining the walls of the large room. Two figures stood in a dimly lit section of the chamber. One of the figures stalked towards a large chair placed in front of a long, oak table which was usually utilized for meetings. The black-cloaked figure rounded the velvet chair, his white, arachnidian fingers clutching the arm of it, and finally sitting down.

"Bring out the prisoner," The coarse, yet stern, voice commanded. The second figure, who remained standing, scurried towards the metal cage at the back of the room, his long, blond hair trailing behind him.

Lucius Malfoy determinedly walked down the line of casks, an obvious expression of agitation decorating his features. As a prisoner to The Dark Lord, one isn't expected to be shown mercy. Usually, a captured wizard would not last more than a day due to Voldemort's sustained talent to rid those he deemed unnecessary.

Knowing this information, (Y/N) (L/N) couldn't help growing uneasy as the days blurred together in her dungeon prison. As a dependable employee for the Ministry of Magic, (Y/N) held onto the hope that her friends and colleagues would come to her rescue. Shivering against the cold stone surface, she cursed at herself in anger. The Death Eaters had stripped her of her robes and left her locked in the freezing dungeon, presumably on Voldemort's orders to utilize the temperature to wear her down. Her past few days in captivity were filled with hunger, frustration, and silence.

No matter how hard she tried, she could not remember how she had been captured or how long had passed since she had vanished. Her inability to recall the day's events frustrated her, she had no way of knowing if her friends were safe and the fear that something might've happened to Charlie began to settle over her like a dark cloud.

Moving her tied hands in a defined triangular motion, she uttered the words, "Incendio" casting a small, undisrupted flame in the center of her cell. Inching towards it, she was suddenly enveloped by the warmth radiating from it, her shivering seizing as the light crackled in front of her.