The Pureblood Coup

Sheherazade: the party is actually divided into two chapters...and both chapters will be very long. The party as a whole will be told in at least 20,000 words. There is much to show, and I have most of the details. I am dieing to tell them...and thanks for the compliment about details in your review...

Continuation and Final Installment of:


Chapter Six: Run Like Hell

The Death Eaters apparated practically on top of each other in the middle of a gigantic muggle suburb.

“Watch where you’re going, Jugson,” complained Selwyn.

Selwyn had been pushed back by Jugson apparating in his space, and he tried to gain his bearings after nearly being toppled over by the taller wizard.

Crabbe Sr. and Goyle Sr. had already gravitated over to the end of the driveway, where there was a light, and what they thought was two doors. They banged their fists, whilst doing the alohomora spell.

“Idiots…That’s their two-car garage,” Snape said acidly, standing close to them, tucking his arms imperiously under his robes.

The others saw that lights were twinkling from all the windows, so clearly they were home.

Yaxley took the initiative and burst through the unlocked door of the Tonk’s residence, as all the other masked Death Eaters (except Lucius who’s visage was visible) bustled onto the threshold.

“’Dromeda…They’re here,” called a man from somewhere in the house, his voice sounding out hollowly. He was dreading the Death Eaters’ arrival.

The Death Eaters filed into a narrow hallway, and then turned, entering a spotlessly clean sitting room.

Lucius went right for the sofa sitting down on it, and beckoning Draco, to sit as well. Lucius inhaled a deep breath, closing his eyes, sarcastically savouring the moment as if it was blissful, but really disgusted.

A man with fair-hair and a big belly came in the room, with his arm around his wife. The woman looked just like Bellatrix Lestrange, as they were sisters. But as Andromeda Tonks came closer, her hair sparkled in the lamps of the sitting room, as a softer brown than Bellatrix’s jet-black hair. And the witch’s eyes were kind, and wider than Bellatrix’s.

“This…shack reeks like a shit-hole…I don’t know how a pure-blood could have displaced herself to be living in it for so long…,” purred Lucius Malfoy like the usual pompous aristocrat he is.

Bellatrix’s cold hands were grasping the sofa from behind, and her heavily-lidded dark eyes narrowed maliciously on her sister. “You traitorous rat, ‘Dromeda! How could you marry a piece of muggle skum?…”

And she indicated Ted Tonks with her wand.


"Shut-up, Nazi bigot," mouthed off, Ted Tonks.

"What? What do you mean...calling me by this "Nazi" term?," said Bellatrix, clearly fussed, yet not sure whether to be offended or not.

"Ever hear of World War II, Bellatrix?," said Snape, his lip curling, glad he knew something the dominant, arrogant psychopath did not.

Bellatrix did not answer, but she frowned, opening her mouth confused.

"It was a war waged by muggles in this century...In some ways we can be compared with the Nazis...,"

"Enough with this history lesson, on bloody muggles. Utter blasphemy for us to talk of them...," Yaxley sneered contemptuously. And he went off, speaking to himself, "As if they have a culture. They steal everything from us..."

All of the Death Eaters rounded on Snape, glaring and feeling as if he was an alien creature. He wasn't really part of them, if he knew so much about muggles. But they all knew he was half-blood. But of course, half the Death Eaters are pretending to be pure.

“....We have some very important questions for you,” intercepted Selwyn.

"We're ready for whatever...," said Andromeda, again calm, but demurely.

Some of the Death Eaters perched on top of the two delicate tables next to an aspidistra plant. The table creaked as Crabbe Sr. and Goyle Sr. shifted their overweight bodies on the table, barely supporting them.

Yaxley said, “We know you abetted Harry Potter. Your home held the portkey for him to escape…Where did Potter go precisely”?

“We don’t know,” lied Andromeda perfectly calm.

“You are a filthy blood-traitor and a liar,” said Bellatrix and she delivered, “Crucio!”

Andromeda fell on her knees to the carpet, writhing uncontrollably, with long, drawn out screams. Bellatrix laughed insanely as she continued torturing her sister.

Mulciber, Macnair and Jugson ganged up on her husband, Ted.

“Let us see the muggle break under pressure…,” said Mulciber.

“Crucio!,” they said wretchedly, all three of them at once. Ted Tonks rolled on the ground as if on fire, then they relinquished the curse, ordering him to reveal the information he had on Potter.

Meanwhile, Bellatrix was screaming, “Give into it now, Dromeda! I know you haven’t got it in you to resist! Or shall I prolong this.... Torture your brains out, like I did to the Longbottoms?”

“Please…Bella. I can’t give you anything pertinent…Stop,” she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Lucius was sitting back relaxed on the sofa, grasping the serpent handle of his cane…

“No…I have a better idea…,” Lucius announced smoothly.

Bellatrix looked down at Lucius, stopping.

“She will…drag her sorry self over to me, and suck…my so-called other wand,” and he pointed at his crotch with a devious little smile.

“Never! Will I perform sex acts in coercion!,” Andromeda shrieked courageously.

“Ah…but you will, nasty blood-traitor. You will do everything we say...If not, you watch your husband…DIE,” Malfoy added, deadly serious.

He wasn’t really planning on killing them, as they were not permitted to, as they could be useful later, even if they couldn’t extract any information out. Yet the desire to kill them was strong, and Lucius felt it good to get his aggression out through domination, albeit in a sexual way.

Andromeda wiped the sweat off from above her lips, with the back of her sleeve. She then hurtled herself over to Lucius, trying not to grovel at his feet too much.

Lucius undid the belt of his robes, revealing his rather large, juicy member. He was confident, and did not care that it was on display and all would see it. He thought they would be jealous of it’s size, anyway.

Bellatrix watched shrewdly and chuckled under her breath, remembering her recent act of raping Lucius Malfoy, her brother-in-law. Perhaps he thought this was a way of compensating his lost feelings of manhood from the other day. Either way, she was definitely telling Narcissa this at home, tonight.

Bellatrix eyed the muggle husband, Ted who looked to be panicking, deciding whether to fight or not.

She addressed him matter-of-factly, “The Dark Lord’s reign has only just begun, muggle. Your death may not be imminent…yet I assure, you shall be put in your rightful place, either death or enslavement.”

“But we must still torture her, Lucius. Perhaps, given these new orders she will divulge…” came in Severus’s calm, deep voice, ignoring Bellatrix.

“Yes…you are to go along with my idea, Severus. I’m sure you’re quite capable of fucking her up the ass?”

“Ah…Beautifully,” said Snape, with amusement. He was very much in the act playing along. Yet there was a part of him that did not relish it, at the thought of Lily Potter, but then a part of him was still interested in the dark side of erotic sex and magic.

Ted Tonks at these words began to gurgle and turn green at the thought of witnessing this lewd scene, made worse because he had never given his wife anal sex. It was unchartered territory.

“No lubricants for you, my dear,” whispered Snape, sadistically in Andromeda’s soft brown hair, as he opened up the clothing under his robes. She could almost hear the other cock spring out from behind. Andromeda felt more alert and alive than ever, she was just a piece of meat to be feasted on by them.

Draco, watched, his mouth opened wide in fright, unable to look at his father anymore.

“Draco…She’s going to do you next….Oh, will you be a man and relax about it?,” complained Lucius, when he turned his head, seeing his son’s horror.

Snape put a heavy hand on Andromeda’s back, pushing her down and with the other, lifted her robes up, revealing black cotton knickers. He jerked them off, to her knees, where she was kneeling. But her head was raised, tantalizing close to the tip of Lucius’s penis that Bellatrix had recently nipped when she had raped him the other night.

Snape shoved himself inside the woman’s partition between her buttocks, as agressively and mercilessly as he could.

Andromeda moaned, from pain. But Lucius jabbed her in the stomach with the end of his cane, not hard but enough that it hurt. “Hop to it, blood-traitor….”

And she began sucking his warm testacles, like a popsicle. And Lucius could feel himself slowly, but surely getting hard, and the ejaculation that was sure to come soon.

Bellatrix screamed in delight at the entertainment, and whirled her wand, again, crying, “CRUCIO!”

Andromeda screamed the most blood-curdling, heart-pounding throes of agony, Snape meanwhile was holding her down, by grabbing fistfuls of her hair, riding her ass with his cock, like a horse that needed breaking.

Ted lunged forward wildly, half-sobbing and screaming, “Dromeda! No Dromeda!”

But one of the Death Eaters was too quick. Yaxley and Pettigrew and Rosier stunned him in less than a second, and he fell back, immobile on the floor.

For several minutes, Bellatrix yapped about giving over Harry Potter or at least his whereabouts. Meanwhile, Snape jerked himself in, and then out of her opening.

“You do this 'Dromeda…and I'll forgive you, but not your husband..You want mercy now, don’t you? You think you’d rather die than endure this any longer. So tell me where Harry Potter went the night you moved him and we shall take him to the Dark Lord. And I shall forgive you, if you join us…,” she rambled, without even really thinking.

After a couple of minutes, they gave up or at least they were sick of their antics. To them it was a game, nothing cruel really. It was hilarious though, a great sport. It brought them back to the old days, in the first great wizarding war, where raping a normal part of their raids.

Lucius straightened his robes out, all finished with the oral sex. He seemed to have forgotten the idea that Draco should go next. Snape, pulled himself out of her anus, and Andromeda burst out, no longer screaming, but hyperventilating.

But she tasted in her mouth, a good tablespoon of Lucius’s cum. Loking up at him, she spat the cum into his two, steely gray eyes.

Lucius wiped the spittle off his hand with revulsion.

Andromeda rose too quickly after spitting his cum in his face from the oral sex. She wasn’t going to let him kick her around like the house-elves she knew he mistreated.

“We’ve had enough…We’ve been everywhere…Next place, headquarters,” said Snape, trying to hide his exhaustion.

And without a farewell, or any exchanges of glances the Death Eaters trooped out of the Tonk’s sitting room to disapparate outside. Ted was still lying on the carpet, inert. The force of three stunning spells lasted longer than the usual duration because the power of three tripled it.




Okay that was a little outrageous and crazy…I hope it did not seem stupid.
WE WILL BE BACK AT MALFOY MANOR AND TO STAY THERE for the rest of the story IN THE NEXT CHAPTER….but first I must show what happened with the torture of Dolohov and Rowle the night before the party…as well as other things between Lucius/Narcissa/Draco/Bella/Voldemort