The Pureblood Coup

Continuation of:

Chaper Five: In the Flesh

Amycus Carrow, Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange and the two Avery men, plus one ministry official traversed up the creaking steps of the stairs. At the second floor landing, they opened up the only door to reveal Arthur and Molly’s bedroom. The two Avery men went searching through it.

The other Death Eaters continued up the spiraling creaking stairs, not even holding onto the banister. Behind door number two all they found was Percy’s old room that was being inhabited by Bill and Charlie for the past few days. Methodically, they combed through the space.

At door number three, Rabastan and a ministry official investigated Fred and George’s room, which Fleur and Gabrielle had recently taken up. It was full of perfume bottles and make-up on the dresser, and girl’s clothes and teddy bears and dolls, mixed with boys' bedding and decorations.

“Fags…,” Rabastan commented this swearword under his breath. This word is an an outdated term, used to refer to a homosexual offensively, and that is precisely what the Death Eater meant here.

Lestrange shrugged his shoulders dismissively, and began to search through it with the two other wizards.

The other ones going up to the Weasley’s fifth floor, were about to turn the handle, when they heard a horrible half-sucking, half-moaning sound from the ceiling.

Rodolphus, a Wizengamot member, and Amycus Carrow, all jumped, and ran back up the stairs, leaping to the topmost bedroom, at the summit. They turned the handle of the doorknob, behind door number five without a shred of trepidition.

“Arrgh!,” shrieked both Amycus and the ministry official.

There laying upon a bed, with a Chudley Cannons poster tacked on the wall above, was what they believed to be a ginger-haired boy in pinstriped pajamas, sucking his thumb like an over-grown baby. The so-called “boy” had sprouting purple blisters all over his face, and was excessively hairy like a gorrilla.

At the sight of the three masked men, the creature let out the loudest moan in fright. It cowered over the bed drooling.

They wrinkled their noses in disgust as a scent like open, leaking drains washed over them.

“It’s part of the Weasley’s litter,” Amycus said.

“Are you Ronald Bilius Weasley?,” shouted the ministry official, reading off the list of names he was told to bring today to the burrow.

At this shouting, the so-called, "boy" that is really the Weasley’s ghoul, disguised to be Ron with spattergroit, nodded several times still sucking it’s thumb.

It contined nodding, as the ministry official asked, “Are you the youngest son of Mr. Arthur Weasley and Mrs. Arthur Weasley?”

“Are you contagious with spattergroit?,” the ministry official next asked with a kind of curiosity.

The ghoul nodded vigorously, and to the Death Eaters it appeared the ghoul was really responding to and understanding the questions.

Amycus turned his head, still in mild disgust, his mouth wobbling as he asked the Ministry Official, mildly repulsed, “Why isn’t the boy saying anything?”

“Well…The fungus must of spread to his throat, so he can’t talk. Obviously, this boy won’t be boarding the Hogwarts Express this September. Not with a terminal disease,” replied the Wizengamot member, made Ministry Inspector.

Amycus nodded, and backed away from the threshold of the door, not wanting to get too close to the sick person.

The ministry official took out a quill and scribbled under the margin of the title “Blood-Status: “Ronald Bilius Weasley…Seriously ill.”

The three of them backed away from the threshold, and magically slammed the door shut again with their wands. They obviously could not check the attic because it’s latch-key was located inside Ron’s bedroom, but they of course, did not know there was an attic anyway.

Meanwhile, the other three Death Eaters (the two Avery men, and Rabastan Lestrange who were on the ground floor, finished searching by now.

“Come on. Let’s get back to the level we would’ve searched before, if it hadn't been for the blood-traitor brat,” said Amycus Carrow.

They went back down the staircase, to the floor just below Ron’s room, and turned the handle.

“What?!…That’s the only locked door we’ve encountered so far…Alohomora,” grumbled Rodolphus Lestrange, incredulously.

The door still wouldn’t budge.

“Stand back, and I’ll try doing it physically,” Amycus muttered.

Amycus rammed his right shoulder against the side of the door several times and then raised his foot, kicking just above the handle. The wooden, thin-framed door, collapsed, falling, until it landed with a thud, the enchantment that was on it fizzled with out red light.

Like a plank they stepped over the door, now on the floor. But their faces showed mingled looks of shock. Amycus’s face fleeted from shock for an instant, until recognition dawned on his face.

“Ah…It’s the little girl I dueled last June at Hogwarts. Quite the little dancer she was,” said Amycus, who of course is the future co-Deputy Headmaster of the school, unbeknowest to himself as of now.

Ginny was standing at the head of her bed, which was located adjacent to where the door was. Her brown eyes filled with a fierce intensity of light, as she looked on at the two Death Eaters, and the ministry official who had already started inspecting Ginny’s room.

Ginny had been forced to be locked in her bedroom, earlier today, after the Death Eaters had broke up the wedding. Ginny had argued with her mother, that she was just as capable of standing up to Death Eaters, even if she wasn’t in the Order.

“She’s not so little anymore…” Rodolphus said heartily, almost good-naturedly. Rodolphus Lestrange’s mood seemed to brighten.

“What’s your age, girl?,” he demanded coolly.

“Sixteen…. Next week,” Ginny said defiantly.

At these words, Rodolphus lunged forward, and at the same time, aimed his wand at Ginny, knocking her back onto the bed.

The Death Eater jumped aggressively, kneeling on the bed, his legs spread wide on top of Ginny. Ginny did not scream, but she was becoming very uneasy. She was still naïve enough not to anticipate what was going to happen to her. Rodolphus took a breath, sighing with desire, as he peered down at the girl, whose breasts were practically popping out of her scant, low-cut golden, yellow dress robes.

He took a fistful of her hair in his rough hands, and bent his head to smell it, through the nostril openings in the mask he was wearing. Ginny’s hair was a flowery fragrance. Yet she did not think he was going to do anything to her, really. She did not want her family downstairs to think her unable to stand up to the Death Eaters.

“I’ll clean up their only blood-traitor witch…Maybe do the family some good…,” Rodolphus Lestrange, who is Bellatrix’s husband said more to himself. He regretted how he had never had sex with Bellatrix, his pure-blood wife. He had lamented the loss of fucking her, and how Voldemort was probably getting to instead.

Ginny gazed at him fiercely, her eyes blazing with light.

Rodolphus lifted his robes up, and started humping himself with his cock against the girl’s pelvis.

In an instant Ginny screamed a blood-curdling pierce, and cried, helpless and vulnerable, “DADDY!”

Amycus Carrow was watching in ecstasy, and he laughed at the little girl screaming for her father, who could not come to her aid. For Amycus, thought he was being interrogated downstairs. Perhaps even tied up, tortured and overpowered by the Death Eaters.

Merely several seconds later, there was a pounding of feet, running up the stairs coming closer and closer. Rodolphus, lost in his fantasy continued to hump his cock against Ginny's dress, and in a second he advanced further, lifting the girl’s yellow dressrobes.

Ginny, was amazingly alert, for at the same time, she surreptiously grabbed her wand, inside her robes and gave it a flick under her pocket. Thus, knocking Amycus unconscious on the floor, so that he did not have the pleasure to watch Ginny be degraded.

Yet Rodolphus, his wand still raised, pulled the girl against his chest, and her legs were forced to wrap around his waist. He was just about to push his member through her vagina, when he was also thrown back against the wall, by a powerful curse. He was slammed against the wall, falling unconscious as Mr. Weasley said, “Off my daughter, you PIMP!”

Behind Mr. Weasley was also Fred, and Bill, as Ginny’s brothers had escaped the Death Eater’s downstairs to defend her. If it had not been for Molly, and George, Charlie, and Lupin and Tonks and Fleur downstairs, who had managed to prevent the Death Eaters from stopping them. As the order had responded first to Ginny’s scream, putting their wands at the Death Eaters throats, who would have used magic on Arthur, to stop him before he could go upstairs and rescue his daughter from whatever was ailing her.

At, Lestrange being rocketed across the room, Ginny who was wrapped around him, was thrown off, and plumpetted with a bump on the floorboards. She swayed, her forehead smacking against the floor.

She stood up, and rubbed her bruised, aching forehead, thinking how she’d temporarily feel something similar to what it must be like to have Harry’s lightning bolt scar. She smoothed her dress robes at the same time, feigning composure.

Arthur, came forward and hugged Ginny against his shoulders. Ginny could not see it, but tears were running down her father’s cheeks, yet Ginny remained hardened, as she did not cry easily.

Arthur let go, and his daughter looked up at him and said, “I’m okay, dad. But let me come downstairs…”

Meanwhile, Bill and Fred magically levitated the unconscious Death Eaters into the air, and directed, them floating downstairs to where they could be watched.

Obstinately, Arthur Weasley shook his head and said quietly, but firmly, “NO.”

Ginny had been forced to lock herself in her bedroom earlier, because they knew the Death Eaters were going to storm the house, after they had arrived this afternoon. She had went up the stairs, stomping all the way, so mad nobody agreed she was mature enough to stay.

Ginny was underage, still at Hogwarts, and not in the Order, Arthur thought. Arthur also knew, that they were going to be tortured for information, and he could never forgive himself if Ginny was hurt, when, according to the adults, she was too young to understand what was at stake, and thus the decision could not be made for herself.

Arhur kissed Ginny on the forehead, and said tenderly, “We’ll all be alright…They’re not here to kill us…”

He left Ginny to herself, then and went back downstairs before the Death Eaters would come up here complaining that the patriarch of the family was not where they wanted him at.

Ginny turned herself to her window, and gazed out at the orchard, with the sun, still high enough in the sky, that it was still over the trees. Her thoughts drifted to Harry, and how he was about to go hunting after Voldemort to be the hero, that would destroy him somehow. Ginny silently hoped he wouldn’t become enraptured by meeting some Veela along his path, and forget about their last kiss…She thought longingly of their last kiss, pushing out of her mind the attempted rape...


(the next chapter will be the interrogation, and it will only be one update. Then I will be done with this chapter, and one step closer to the Death Eater's party. I'll tell you now, that Bella names the occasion: "Festival of the Pure-Bloods." I swear, it's going to be extraordinary. I can't wait, but it won't be probably until December that I get there....