The Pureblood Coup

Sheherazade: Jo Rowling said that Bella/Rodolphus Lestrange had a loveless marriage, completely made as to benefit their families pure-blood idealogy. I imagine, that Rodolphus never had sex with Bellatrix in any form. I think Rodolphus is not as bad as Bellatrix, but I do not think he knew her enough to be afraid. But he understands Bellatrix's power none the less...


and Screamguy...I responded in a review here....


Continuation and final installment of this chapter…


Chapter Five: In the Flesh


One of the Avery men, swaggered over to the two drunks, who were still snoring loudly. He thumped them on the back and shouted, “Wake up!”

The two drunk guests, grunted from being interrupted from sleep, and then stared around confused. When they spotted the masked Death Eaters, they rolled off each other, springing from the sofa.

Avery navigated back to the others through the rubble that was their belongings, much of it strewn on the rugged floor resembling trash.

The Order each had their wands raised and prepared to use them, as did the Death Eaters. But there was no duel. It was like each was merely threatening the other side but did not want to risk losing any men in a fight.

They knew they were going to be in the hot seat soon, and it did not help that it was boiling hot, the air so humid it seemed difficult to breathe.

“We regret having ruined your wedding day…,” began Nott, with an attempt at geniality. It was calculating, all part of a game. Nott was trying to get rapport.

None of the Order members looked remotely satisfied with this lame apology, which they knew was a false gesture of kindness to get them talking.

Travers leaned forward, and took a step closer, invading the space of the Order who were all leaning against the wall.

“There is absolutely no doubt you’ve seen Harry Potter here today,” he said confidently.

Rookwood broke in smartly, “This is no formal parlay…There isn’t any deal to be made…No compromises….You’ve dug yourself too deep.”

“Yeah, too late. You’ll pay for your mistake in not joining him….,” chimed in Alecto Carrow.

At the same moment, Charlie laughed scathingly, asking darkly, “You think we’d accept some sort of bribe, do you?”

“Bribe?” laughed Travers, disbelievingly. “If I had my way…I’d have all of you cursed to your deaths…” he callously remarked.

“Let’s get on with it, then…” motioned Rabastan from the sidelines.

Travers stepped over into Arthur’s space, and he surveyed Arthur looking through Mr. Weasley’s horn-rimmed spectacles clearly. “Arthur…Do you realize…No…Here are the consequences: Don’t tell us about Harry Potter… and you set a price over your head, for the life of one silly little boy. Your entire family will be jeopardized under the new regime. You are a fool to risk it for him …I guarantee you’ll be put out of ministry work before the year is out, muggle lover!”

Arthur just shook his head, slowly and deliberately, containing his anger.

Fred’s ears reddened, and he whispered something. Yet everyone heard him clearly, as the tense atmosphere made it possible to hear a pin drop. “You wouldn’t understand…There are things worth dieing for!”

But nobody paid him any mind.

“Now…blood-traitors and other filth. Let us remind you who the so-called Chosen One actually is, so you’ll tell the truth….The speculations are he had a hand in your old hero’s death.”

“Yeah, remember Dumby?,” cackled the witch, Alecto Carrow.

“Dumby…We are not going after Potter to kill him. We are here because he is wanted for questioning by the ministy about what happened the night Snape killed him. You will want to contribute any information you have on Potter. Especially as Potter might have very well assisted Severus Snape with the plot,” demanded Travers, giving clear-cut statements instead of questions.

Nott broke in and said, weighing every word carefully, “You are deluded to think this horrible Harry Potter could dare to touch our master. Potter is an unstable, violent wizard who needs to be imprisoned, so we can do Dumbledore justice.”

Molly Weasley, matching the ferocity of a tiger broke in, “Harry Potter…represents innocence and hope. While…You Death Eaters are disgusting, immoral animals to follow Voldemort!”

“Say his name again, bitch and I’ll do crucio,” Alecto Carrow said vehemently.

“The Taboo is back,” said Rookwood evenly. “You daren’t say the Dark Lord’s name, unless you wish death upon yourself. Say his name, and at least one of us responds to the Taboo immediately.”

What transpired for the next hour of the interrogation was mostly a continuation of their attempt to demonize Harry Potter. The clock continued to tick, and all the while, Mrs. Weasley stared straight ahead at her clock, all nine hands pointing to “Mortal Peril”, as they had been for more than a year now.

Ron’s uncle broke in, “We did not see Harry Potter here today at all!”

“It’s true…He wasn’t…” murmured the other drunk.

Mr. Weasley suddenly added, exasperated “You know…You must think we’re idiots. We’re not going to tell anything, so clear out!”

But another hour later, the sun was gone, and the sky began to darken, and so did the first floor inside the burrow. So much so, that all twenty-three people had their wands raised, emitting light from lumos spells. The order was too nervous to even wave their wands in the slightest, even to turn the lights on in the house, afraid it would provoke dueling.

Yet they were still interrogating the members of the Order of the Phoenix present at the burrow. By now Amycus and Roldolphus, (Bellatrix’s husband who nearly raped Ginny), were awake, and they took part in it as well.

As they turned to depart, one of the Death Eaters approached Remus Lupin, in his shabby, but clean robes, and spat in his face, saying “Werewolves…How dare you marry and mate a witch…although that thing… is the skum of a blood-traitor, Andromeda Black.”

At least they did not know Bill Weasley was bitten by Greyback. And Bill had recovered so well, none them could tell if there was wolfish characteristics just by looking at him.

Tonk responded defensively, wishing she could curse them. Her mousy brown hair turning from yellow to orange to fiery red.

“And you Veela bride….The Dark Lord arranged a Death Eater to travel incognito to France, to get us sex slaves for rewards. You can join them, and instead of living in this crappy cottage, you’ll be in a cage. I’ll gladly ravage your wanton pussy….”, said Amycus.

At these words, Fleur frowned and resisted herself from crying. She had no idea whether to believe the man or not, but her silver blonde hair bristled, over the goblin-made tiara.

Amazingly, the Death Eaters had not bothered to crucio any of them. Probably because they were too worried they would bring casualties back to Malfoy Manor.

The order rushed over to the little window, and watched as they walked several paces, and then disapparated all one by one, at the same point, vanishing like poofs of smoke, in the vapory twilight summer air.

“At least papa, maman, and Gabrille escaped…,” Fleur, the part veela bride, to Bill Weasley noted contentedly more to herself. Yet she frowned, biting her lip, deeply troubled at the thought of some of her very own kin being kept like sexual pets, just because they were Veelas….She did not know if it was true. It was too horrific to imagine.


okay...so the chapter wasn't the most interesting...I thought there would be crucio...but I feel there wasn't, there was only verbal interrogation...this is probably the least nasty chapter there will be in the whole story....the next chapter the violence and nastiness resumes!!!!