The Pureblood Coup

At first I believed the following chapter was going to be a dull one…Turns out it will be a juicy little slice of the fic…and it serves the purpose to show a canon event that was not explored in detail that definitely happened. AND this also serves to establish how nasty the Death Eaters are even to decent, innocent people….Much of the interaction between fellow Death Eaters during the party will be quite brutal, and I need to show how horrible they are with these scenes.

Oh, and Lucius will be back after this chapter…as well as Draco getting his first, but not only appearance in this fic!


Chapter Five: In the Flesh

Nine Death Eaters and three Imperiused Wizengamot court officials made their way across the recently de-gnomed garden. It was quiet at the Weasley’s Burrow, for the usual clucking of chickens was absent, as the livestock were shut away before Mr. And Mrs. Delacour had arrived. A cheerful sunny blue sky smiled down on the lush landscape. The cheery skies were rather frightening, because they projected a false reality.

A woman Death Eater with pointy, jagged teeth and a dirty look about her, who goes by the name of Alecto Carrow was dragging along one of the captured guests by the scruff of the neck.

“And Odo the hero…They laid him to rest,” the guest sang in a slur, that was becoming incoherent. It was the Weasley children's uncle, who had gotten drunk during the celebration on a dozen butterbeers. This caught wizard was squat, donning a purple porkpie hat.

The other guest they had caught was also wasted on booze, and he laughed hysterically at the recitation of the popular song from the Wizarding Wireless radio network. This other drunk, came out of a daze, and expelled a wrenching laugh. A load of bile deluged onto the mossy ground of the garden. The bile appeared to be fire whiskey and cake.

At this moment, they got right outside the windows of the burrow, with polka-dot curtains fluttering at the onset of a cool breeze. The nine Death Eaters plus the three ministry officials began to surround the quaint house. From Travers, to Nott, to Alecto Carrow, to Amycus Carrow, to Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, the two Avery men, and Rookwood, and finally the three ministry employees.

“Shut the fucking hell up!,” Avery rasped towards the drunks, with a toxic temper, and a noxious vocabulary to boot.

“Yeah…Concentrate,” quipped Augustus Rookwood, Death Eater and former Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries. Rookwood, also a former Ravenclaw jerked his wand out, and muttered under his breath, a litany of ancient incantations.

Rookwood’s concentration was not wrecked by the sudden outburst, “Where is Dolohov? And where the fuck is that huge blonde bloke…?!”

The other Death Eaters, turned their faces, in their unique metal masks with hoods covering the back of the heads. They were each determined to blame the other, for any mistakes.

“Well…Think! They responded... to the Taboo!,” shouted the condescending leer of the elderly widow, Nott.

“I don’t know if that was wise,… He told us to-,“ Amycus Carrow voiced nervously, referring to the instructions of their master.

“Who cares.... Break the enchantments!,” screeched Travers vehemenantly. Travers did not like working under pressure.

Once they stopped bickering, within mere seconds they had broken up whatever basic enchantments had been preventing them from getting to go inside. Of course, there was no Fidelius charm on the burrow at this point in time.

With no further ado, they each stepped forward at the same moment, some of them going through the backdoor, others magically unlocking the front door. Flowers had been picked specially to make the burrow hospitable for the wedding. Rabastan Lestrange kicked aside the Flutterby flower pots on the front porch, next to a “Welcome” mat. These flowers had replaced the usual old wellington boots and cauldrons that had lined the porch before the wedding celebration.

Once the Death Eaters broke entry into the home, the sparkle and cleanliness of the burrow deteriorated at once. The atmosphere inside lost it's comfortable warmth, replaced by the Death Eaters' positively ugly presence. Furthermore, with two dozen bodies in such a cramped space on a summer’s day, it was fast becoming stifling.

Both crossed the thresholds and met up with the wizards and witches in the tiny little corner of a sitting room, that was more an alcove. Arthur and Molly Weasley stood at the front, with Lupin and Nympadora Tonks, the young Auror right beside them. Arthur looked angrier than any of them: his mouth pursed and his cheeks redder than apples. And behind the couple were the newly-weds, Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour, and next to them were Charlie, Fred and George. The only resident of the burrow not present, was Ginny, the Weasley family’s only daughter. The family did not fight because they knew they had to try to cooperate if they were going to have a chance at surviving Voldemort’s regime.

“It should be plain why we’re here…,” spat Travers in a hateful tone.

Meanwhile, most of the others skulked around the kitchen, and other rooms poking curiously at all of the objects, as if they were looking to pilfer off valuables. But Augustus Rookwood, remained rooted to the spot beside Travers. Rookwood stared up at the ceiling, apparently bored by the proceedings.

Baldly he explained, “ You’re going to tell us where Harry Potter is….Well, what have you got on Harry Potter for me?,” Travers boomed impatiently. They were very open about why they had come, as to get any information on Harry Potter that they could.

Molly Weasley expelled a vicious huff of exasperation, and at the same moment, Arthur cocked his head, saying coldly, “Even if we knew…do you actually think we’re going to tell you lot the truth?”

“Keep that trap shut, Muggle lover….Every one of you, turn around, and face the wall...Yeah, you too, Veela..."

Fleur had made a face at this rude request. All of them complied, subtily keeping their hands on the handles of their wand. Except for one...

"Why should the Order listen to your orders?," asked George, bitterly, forgetting the pun in his words.

"If you want to keep that ear, you'll listen. If not, I'll gladly sectumsempra off what Snape forgot...."

"Just do it George!," Mrs. Weasley moaned. And with that, George reluctantly obeyed.

"Quit thieving and start searching!,” Travers announced irritably to his group.

The two drunk guests caught by the Death Eaters had been ambling around, until they had both collapsed on top of each other on the sofa. They fell asleep at once, snoring.

The Death Eaters searched the first floor, ransacking the whole place. Tossing up every drawer, sorting through every pile of miscellanous objects: from books, to knitting patterns, to the pantry. They even tapped on the walls, and floor, as if Harry Potter could be kept hidden there. And they waved their wands around checking for the detection of magical concealment charms.

Within several minutes, some of them finally reached the landing, at the staircase. Half of them proceeded to go upstairs…


Sorry…that is all I can get up to for tonight…I am going to finish this tomorrow…sorry I ended at this part of the chapter so suddenly…when I still have a lot to show.