Title: Harry Potter and The Return of The Witch part 17
Author: Magrat
Spoilers: as before
Ratings: R
Disclaimer: Not mine blah, blah
Harry Potter and The Return of The Witch part 17
“Why have we these…these extras? A mudblood, two Weasleys and if I am not much mistaken the Longbottom’s son. Why are they here? Snatching Potter was inspired and I have a plan for him that will tell me how good the witch is,” said Voldemort, to the kneeling Death Eaters. They were in a cavernous room; it was dry, but small boulders and bricks littered the floor and it smelt faintly of earth and decay.
Lucius pulled back his hood. “I’m sorry Master, but the young Weasley recognised my voice. We didn’t want to leave any clues.”
“So why didn’t you just kill them?” asked Voldemort. “You have no stomach for a real fight do you Malfoy? My new servant has shown she has a real liking for spilling blood.”
“You haven’t turned her yet,” protested Malfoy.
“Lucius, it is only a matter of time. Bring her and her…her lover to me.”
“And the kids?”
“Leave them in the next room, I’m sure we will have fun with them very soon,” said Voldemort giving a high cackle of humourless laughter.
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Oz bent down and picked up the scarf. “Someone has dropped this and it’s funny but it smells like Willow has been here.”
Lupin stiffened and sniffed the air. One thing he had gained from his friendship with Oz was to relax and use his wolf while he was still in human form. It had taken practice, but now he was starting to understand that his condition could a blessing as well as a curse. “I smell Harry, Ron and Hermione and people I shouldn’t be
smelling.” He turned his stricken face to Dumbledore and Giles. “Death Eaters; Malfoy.”
Dumbledore blinked behind his glasses. “This could be grave, very grave. We must search the school to see who has gone.”
“Are you sure someone is gone? We could be over reacting,” said Lupin.
Dumbledore shook his head. “Let’s check the school.”
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Willow and Tara were bundled on the floor. Their hands and feet were bound and they had been gagged.
“Ungag them,” ordered Voldemort.
A woman with dark hair and wasted good looks jumped forward to do his bidding and narrowly missed being bit by Tara. She brought her hand back and slapped the blonde witch hard across the face. Tara spat out the blood that collected in her cheek from the wringing blow that she had received, but said nothing.
“If you touch her again, you’ll lose that hand,” said Willow through gritted teeth.
“Bellatrix, these are our guests we shouldn’t treat them in that way, at least not for now,” said Voldemort, he turned to face Willow who didn’t flinch away from his red eyed stare. “And you, you have the fire that I expected from you. I can see I won’t be disappointed.”
“You will,” said Willow. “I’m not evil; you and your freaky puppets don’t scare me.”
Voldemort laughed once more. “I don’t do I, I really don’t. I can’t remember the last person I met who wasn’t quivering with fear. You are truly delightful, with you by my side there is nothing I can’t achieve. This time everything that is will be mine. Imperio. Kneel before your master.”
Even though her feet and hands were bound Willow tried to push herself into a kneeling position. Her head felt like it was in a lovely pink cloud, she smiled at Tara. Something shouted from the back of her mind that this was all wrong and she rolled sideways and smacked her head hard against the floor. “What happened?” she asked, momentarily stunned by the impact.
“Hmm I should have guessed that you were to strong willed for that to work,” said Voldemort.
“There is nothing you can do. You can torture me, but nothing will work,” said Willow.
“I’m sure that is so, but what if I torture her?” asked Voldemort, waving his wand menacingly at Tara.
A loud clang sounded.
“What is that?” roared Voldemort.
“M-master it sounds like the doorbell,” said Malfoy, as the noise continued.
“Well deal with it fool. I told you I wanted no interruptions,” said Voldemort, his wand now pointed straight at Malfoy’s heart.
“Yes Master,” said Malfoy, practically running from the room.
“I don’t have time to play games,” snapped Voldemort at Willow. He raised his wand and pointed it at Tara. “Crucio.”
Tara writhed in pain, her screams mixing with Voldemort’s hysterical laughter
“Stop it, stop it,” screamed Willow at the monster who was gloating over the pain he was causing.
Voldemort pulled his wand away, leaving Tara sobbing. “Then you will follow me.”
“W-willow, no,” said Tara weakly.
“I can’t be what you want. Why don’t you just kill me,” said Willow.
“I told you, I do not have time to play,” said Voldemort, his voice now soft and dangerous. “Cruico.” Once more Tara was writhing and screaming in pain.
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Malfoy caught his breathe before throwing open the door to his house. “Yes.” It took him all his time not to blanche and slam the door. He couldn’t believe that Dumbledore was standing at his door with Fudge and at least a couple of Aurors. “What’s going on?”
“I’m sorry to disturb you Lucius,” said the Minister for Magick. “But we have some students and a teacher missing from Hogwarts.”
“And what pray has that got to do with me?” asked Malfoy, trying to project his usual arrogant demeanour.
“I’m sorry, but someone claimed to have seen you in the area, with the missing children” said Fudge hesitantly.
“So I am some sort of child abductor now?” asked Malfoy, his eyes blazing with anger. “Look come in, search the house, there is nothing you’ll find. Get it over with.”
“Thank you, this will clear your name,” said Fudge, crossing the threshold followed closely by Tonks, Shaklebolt and Oz. Dumbledore and Lupin went to go in when Malfoy put his arm across the doorway. “I said the Minister could look around. I see no reason why I should allow any Tom, Dick or wolf into in to my house.
10 minutes later Fudge re-appeared followed by Tonks, Shaklebolt and Oz., he shook Malfoy’s hand. “I’m sorry I had to do that, but you understand…”
“I do Minister. I know how people can be so jealous of successful people,” said Malfoy, closing the door.
“Well,” said Dumbledore quietly to Oz.
“She’s there. I could smell her and Tara. We checked everywhere we couldn’t find them, but I know they are there,” said Oz, miserably.
“Did you check the basement?” asked Dumbledore.
“We couldn’t…there was no basement,” said Oz, he stopped and looked at Dumbledore. “Unless…”
“It has to bewitched, as I suspected…”
“We had better be going,” said Fudge severely. “I hope you correct the pupil who said that Lucius was there. It is most embarrassing.” With that the Minster disparated.
Dumbledore held out his hand stopping the others from going. “They are in there we need to call in the others.”
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“Stop it please. I’ll do anything…please don’t hurt her anymore,” said Willow, tears rolling down her face.
“Willow no. Let him kill me, please don’t give in,” said Tara, gathering all the strength she had remaining.
Voldemort lifted his wand and turned to Willow. “My dear this is your problem, if I control what you love, I control you. It something we will work on.” He approached Willow. “How long since you have felt real darkness flowing through your veins?” He pulled back the sleeve of Willow’s shirt and pointed his wand. The redhead shut her eyes and grimaced in pain as he burnt the Dark Mark into her skin. When she opened her eyes they were as black as coal.
“Welcome back,” said Voldemort. “I have a little job for you. Bellatrix, please take care of the other.” He walked from the room taking Willow with him.
“At last,” said the older woman. “All that love and goodness that is coming off you makes me feel sick.”
“If you do anything to me, Willow will kill you,” said Tara, pushing herself into a sitting position, but keeping her hands firmly behind her back.
“Maybe, maybe not, but I think by the time the Dark Lord has finished with her she won’t care if you're alive or not,” said Bellatrix. “Which is just as well, because I have my orders. Avada…”
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Voldemort led Willow into the next room. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Neville and Ginny were tied much as Willow and Tara had been but without the gags.
“Willow,” said Hermione shocked, the redhead witch was looking at her with a smirk on her face, her green eyes were black and she kept shooting flashes of blue light between her fingertips. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Oh nothing’s wrong, everything is finally right, thanks to the Dark Lord,” said Willow extending one hand to Voldemort, he took it and kissed her hand reverently.
“Oh god,” said Hermione, cringing in fear.
A loud crash and lots of cracking sounds disturbed them.
“What the hell is that?” asked Voldemort.
“Why don’t you go Master,” suggested Willow. “And I will take care of this annoyance for you.” She pointed her finger at Harry more sparks were running up and down her hands.
Voldemort kissed her on the cheek. “You are more perfect than I could ever imagine.” He motioned to the Death Eaters who had been guarding the kids. “Come with me. You know what to do?”
Willow nodded and raised her hands above her head, power cracking in the air. “Avada Kedavra.”
TBC
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Edited by: Magrat70 at: 8/20/04 12:09 pm
...lack of oxygen to brain making it impossible to think.
Sexy Willow/Tara goodness
; assertive take-charge Tara
... so not good. I'm both eager and scared to find out what Voldemort has planned for Willow, and how she and Tara (along with Hogwarts best and brightest) will get themselves out of it.
; and I am once again waiting patiently for more.
Who am I kidding ... more soon PLEASE!! 
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. One thing at least you know that unlike he who shouldn’t be named
I actually love the characters.
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BWR 
I really hope Willow is faking it...
, welcome to the kitten. Sorry about turning you into an addict 
