Upside Down

Sorry for the long wait. I've been trying to get a job, and it's just not the right time. The end of the summer job term is approaching, and I'm going to have to wait until all the little college fucks leave to get a job. I need the money now, though, because I'm broker than a convict and gas is four dollars a fucking gallon. Damn it.

Ah well...on a brighter note there is a new chapter!
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Voldemort’s glowing red eyes were leveled on Ruby, regarding the girl with disdain.

“You don’t seem too very upset that you’re about to become a prisoner of war.” He said, his voice returning to its high, cold tone.

Ruby looked up at the Dark Lord, meeting his eyes. And he hated it. He shot forward like a striking serpent, and grabbed her by the throat, his long skeletal fingers cutting off her air. Damn he was strong!

“I am no ordinary wizard, little Ruby. My strength and power far surpass that of a normal wizard. Don’t you ever look me in the eyes like I am a bumbling green apprentice! I am the Master, tried and true, and I hold your miserable life in my hands. Keep your eyes to the floor unless told otherwise, or I’ll crush you like the wretched little pest you are.” He hissed, and released his grip on her. She coughed and sputtered, reaching up to rub the place where he had held her.

Another Death Eater entered the main part of the restaurant from the kitchen, and for the first time Ruby noticed that there were no other patrons. Gods she was stupid….this had ‘trap’ written all over it.

“Master…we await your orders for the hostages.” He said, bowing at the waist in front of Voldemort. The Dark Lord straightened considerably, and smoothed the front of his smoke-like robes.

“I say it’s time to introduce little Ruby here to what the Death Eaters can really do. She has no fear.” He said, moving behind Ruby and giving her a little push. “To the kitchen now, child, and you’ll get to see something not everyone gets to see. Well…gets to see and lives to tell the tale, that is.” He said, and chuckled mirthlessly.

Ruby was pushed into the kitchen, where she was ‘treated’ to a first-row seat of the Death Eaters massacring the kitchen and waiting staff, plus the patrons that had been in the restaurant when the Death Eaters arrived. She watched, pale-faced and terrified, as people were gutted, burned, raped, beaten, and then put out of their misery. When every person was finally dead, resting in a pool of their own blood, Voldemort pointed to a Death Eater standing close to him.

“Send up the Mark. It won’t be long until the Aurors arrive.” He said. The Death Eater nodded, and pushed his way through his comrades, exiting the kitchen.

Voldemort then picked up a small fork, transfiguring it into a small American flag. With a swish of his wand, the Dark Mark was burned into the flag, disfiguring the red and white stripes with a black image of the snake and skull. He then unceremoniously ripped the ribbon Ruby had used out of her hair, and tied it around the handle of the flag, magicking it to the door. Then he rallied his Death Eaters and disappeared.

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Harry arrived at the same time as Tonks, being an Auror Trainee and under her tutelage. It was actually a very nice arrangement by Kingsley himself to keep the Order close to Harry. There were rumors of unMarked Death Eaters in the Aurors, and it wouldn’t do to have the only person who could kill Voldemort disposed of by some eager-to-please Junior Death Eater.

Harry looked at the mayhem before him in pale-faced, wide-eyed wonder. The entire kitchen floor was coated in fresh blood, and several Aurors had already slipped trying to identify each body and the cause of Death. It was truly a massacre.

“But what I can’t figure out…is why?” Tonks said, looking down at what was once a lovely young waitress. Harry snorted.

“Do those idiots need a reason? They’re monsters.” He said softly.

“Yes…but their activity has been greatly reduced this year. They only killings they’ve been doing are of real political importance…all they’ve been doing is making statements. I don’t see any reason for this…” she replied, shaking her head.

Harry shrugged, and carefully trudged through the slippery blood over to the door, standing out of the way and observing the other Aurors at work. He really hated this part of the work…he wasn’t allowed to act yet…just watch. He leaned against the open kitchen door and sighed. What a horrible way some of these people died.

A small bit of green in the window of the door caught his eye, and he frowned. He tried to look through the little port-sized window, but he couldn’t see anything but some sort of green loop and something pointy. He carefully moved away from the door, and pushed it away from the wall, cursing loudly when he saw what was attached to the door.

“Bloody hell!” he cried. He caught the attention of Tonks and a few other Aurors, who immediately came to see what had flustered the Boy-Who-Feared-Nothing. He reached forward and plucked the small flag off of the door.

“I think we just found motive.” He said, showing the flag to Tonks. She didn’t immediately catch the symbolism.

“What’s an American flag doing here? There aren’t any Americans in the war…” she said softly. Harry mentally rolled his eyes.

“Auror Tonks…Hermione Granger’s cousin is American….and a great big target because of who she’s related to.” Harry said. A few of the other Aurors mumbled softly. If Hermione Granger’s cousin had been taken by Death Eaters…the girl was in for a terrible crash-course in this War. Most of the Americans weren’t aware of what was happening in the Mother country. And the British wizards wanted to keep it that way.

If the Death Eaters truly had Ruby, then it would draw the Americans into the war, because despite trying to stay neutral through history, the Americans would protect their own…

Harry looked at the marred flag. “We…we don’t know for sure that this is a sign that they have Ruby. She could be with Hermione.” He said uneasily.

Tonks frowned. “You know Hermione personally. I want you to go check up on her. See if her cousin has truly been taken.” She said. She duplicated the disfigured flag, and handed Harry the duplicate. “If she has, Hermione will probably go into hysterics. Don’t let her do anything stupid. Get to it, Junior Auror Potter.” She said, making the order official. Harry nodded sharply, and disappeared in a puff of green smoke. The green smoke signaled that he was an Auror. He had quite a bit of trouble getting the color right, as the wrong concentration could turn it black. And he had almost been hexed on the spot when he arrived in a cloud of black smoke. He got it right the next time, though.

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Hermione and Draco were lounging naked on the sofa, just enjoying post-orgasmic bliss. Hermione was nestled into Draco’s side, and his arm was draped around her, holding her close.

“Wow….I didn’t know you could bend like that, Draco.” Hermione said softly. Draco chuckled.

“You’d be surprised what I can do when given the right incentive…” he said, stretching out languidly beside her.
Hermione looked over at the clock, and sighed. “We still have an hour before Ruby gets back….” She said. “Wanna go prank your parents?” she asked, looking up at him mischievously. Draco almost laughed at the devilish look on her face.

“Sure.” He said amicably. The two dressed quickly, discussing ways to drive his father insane, yet keep his mother from bursting into random tears.

“Let’s put pink dye in his shampoo.” Hermione said. Draco roared with laughter at the image of his father with pink hair.

“Or black. He’s always expressed an extreme dislike for black hair.” He suggested. “I think it had something to do with Aunt Bella. I’m not sure…” Hermione giggled happily.

Both went through the floo, arriving at Grimmauld Place only moments before the front door to Hermione’s flat was kicked in.

Three Death Eaters came into the flat, wands raised and ready to stun. They looked around.

“There’s no one here.” One called out through the door. Voldemort himself seemed to float into the room, jerking Ruby with him. His flat nose twitched.

“It smells like sex in here.” He said, his glowing red eyes narrowing with disdain. Ruby fought back the urge to shudder. That meant Hermione and Draco had gone at it….ew.

Voldemort sighed softly, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He had been so looking forward to flaunting Ruby’s capture in Hermione’s face before having the Mudblood raped and leaving a note for the Order burnt into the flesh of her back. He looked around the clean flat, his eyes crinkling with dark mirth when he spotted the vase and flower he had sent Hermione. Stupid mudblood bitch…

He looked at the nearest Death Eater. “Trash the place, then send up the Mark. Leave the little Mudblood a note on the wall.” He said, before disappearing with Ruby with a crack of thunder and a cloud of black smoke.

The three Death Eaters looked at each other, and then grinned nastily. This would be fun.

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Voldemort and Ruby arrived at Voldemort's personal stronghold, and Ruby was thrown unceremoniously to the ground. A Death Eater that arrived beside his master was ordered to take Ruby to a separate room and have her prepared as a prisoner. The Death Eater grinned nastily at Ruby, and grabbed her roughly by the hair, dragging her from the room.

She was the stripped completely naked, and 'checked for smuggled contraband,' which was code for groped mercilessly until her breasts, buttocks, and the insides of her thighs were bruised. She was then given a haircut, her pretty dark hair cut boyishly short. After having her hair butchered, she was dressed in a rough black robe, so short that it barely covered her, and then taken back to Voldemort's 'throne room.'

She was thrust at his feet, sniffling pitifully. She trembled as he stood, walking around her, studying her. She was terrified. She didn't want to be here...she wanted to go home.

"This is your home for now, little Ruby. And if you cooperate, you'll stay....relatively unharmed. I won't, of course, deny a few of my most faithful the chance to have a go at a choice little virgin like yourself. If I indulged in the pleasures of the flesh, you'd best believe I would be the one to pop your little cherry. But alas, with my great power I lost a few things...but no matter...I can still watch." he said, an eerie smile on his lipless mouth. Ruby curled into herself, wrapping her arms around herself despite the stifling warmth of the stronghold.

Voldemort then began to speak to Ruby about the war, telling her of his motives and his plans for the world when he conquered it. Ruby listened, disgusted, as he spoke of blood purity and the domination of the half-bloods and Muggleborns. She finally decided that if she were going to be a prisoner, she might as well get one last gibe in
before she was undoubtedly broken physically and emotionally.

During his heated spiel, Ruby suddenly sneezed loudly. Voldemort stopped mid-sentence, and looked down at her. She rubbed her hand across her nose, and looked up at him, locking her green eyes with his red ones.

"I'm sorry....I'm allergic to bull-shit." she said. Voldemort's red eyes widened at her brazen statement. But he recovered quickly, and snapped at one of the Death Eaters that stood near his throne.

"Rethrin...I see the girl is going to be a stubborn bitch. Take her to the whipping room, tie her up, and stripe her until the blood flows freely. Do not kill her, but if she passes out, wake her. She will learn what it means to be silent, even if I have to cut out her tongue. Bring her back when you're finished..." he said.

Ruby quickly learned that it was not wise to crack jokes when you were a prisoner of war.
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Oh no....Ruby you stupid girl.....

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