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Avenging Fire
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HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
Chapters:
22
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2,930
Reviews:
29
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Category:
HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
22
Views:
2,930
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
* Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series and/or characters, nor have I made or will make, any money or profit from these writings.*
The Plan
Death Eaters George Szasz and Clive McClelland sat in a dimly lit corner of the Hogs Head tavern drinking Firewhiskey and getting drunker and more sullen by the moment.
“We’ve got to do something to rise up in the ranks.” George growled as he took another long pull at his glass of Firewhiskey.
“Aye.” Clive agreed, frowning. “But what? All we ever do is bring the Dark Lord Muggles and Mudbloods. We’re not even allowed first crack at them. All we get are the scraps.”
“I think I may have a solution, old boy.” George said as he motioned for Clive to lean in closer. “I was talking to Peter Pettigrew one night after a revel. You know he keeps the list, right? Well, he shows it to me to brag about the ones he’s caught and presented to our Lord. So, as I’m looking at it, I see a familiar name. Do you remember the Mudblood Nyx?”
Clive frowned again, trying to remember through the haze of Firewhiskey.
“He was in Ravenclaw. He graduated a year after us. Married a Muggle. He’s the one that was made to watch as…” George offered, trying to jog Clive’s memory.
Clive’s eyes lit up in recognition.
“Aye! A smug cunt he was too. No Mudblood should ever act that proud. His wife was rather delicious though. For a Muggle that is. That’s been almost two years ago. Why bring him up?”
“Because after we took care of him and his wife, the Dark Lord added his Muggle sister and his two children to the list. Wants the whole lot of them gone.”
“So what does this mean to us?” Clive asked, taking another drink.
“It seems his Muggle sister became their guardian. She’s not married and doesn’t live with anyone except his two children and they’ve just started their first year at Hogwarts.”
“How do you know?”
“Do you remember that blonde woman we saw at Diagon Alley? The one who had a few words with Snape?”
Clive nodded, a little unsure.
“Well that was the Mudblood’s sister. She was taking his brats to get school supplies. I’ve been watching her since that day. She’s all alone now. We could easily get her and bring her to the Dark Lord. After we have our fun, of course. The Dark Lord will understand if we have to ‘subdue’ her first. He’ll appreciate our efforts, I’m sure. It might even earn us some favor with him as he values Death Eaters who take the initiative. What do you say, old boy?”
Clive sat back in his chair and considered George’s plan. It would be easy. Muggles weren’t that challenging. It would be nice to have first access to a Muggle woman, before she was brutalized and nearly dead. Clive liked them to have a bit of fight in them. It made their breaking all that more enjoyable.
“I’m in. When?”
George smirked at his companion with approval.
“Next Friday. We’ll make a night of it.”
The two Death Eaters sealed their plan with a toast.
“Here’s to our rising up in the ranks.” George said as the two clinked their glasses together.
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A/N: Apologies to anyone who is offended at my use of the C bomb. The Brits and Aussies that I know/have known told me that the use of the word 'cunt' is a little more acceptable and not as offensive as we Yanks take it to be.
Personally, I've never been offended by it. It's the same as calling a man a "prick."
No reviews. *sigh*
“We’ve got to do something to rise up in the ranks.” George growled as he took another long pull at his glass of Firewhiskey.
“Aye.” Clive agreed, frowning. “But what? All we ever do is bring the Dark Lord Muggles and Mudbloods. We’re not even allowed first crack at them. All we get are the scraps.”
“I think I may have a solution, old boy.” George said as he motioned for Clive to lean in closer. “I was talking to Peter Pettigrew one night after a revel. You know he keeps the list, right? Well, he shows it to me to brag about the ones he’s caught and presented to our Lord. So, as I’m looking at it, I see a familiar name. Do you remember the Mudblood Nyx?”
Clive frowned again, trying to remember through the haze of Firewhiskey.
“He was in Ravenclaw. He graduated a year after us. Married a Muggle. He’s the one that was made to watch as…” George offered, trying to jog Clive’s memory.
Clive’s eyes lit up in recognition.
“Aye! A smug cunt he was too. No Mudblood should ever act that proud. His wife was rather delicious though. For a Muggle that is. That’s been almost two years ago. Why bring him up?”
“Because after we took care of him and his wife, the Dark Lord added his Muggle sister and his two children to the list. Wants the whole lot of them gone.”
“So what does this mean to us?” Clive asked, taking another drink.
“It seems his Muggle sister became their guardian. She’s not married and doesn’t live with anyone except his two children and they’ve just started their first year at Hogwarts.”
“How do you know?”
“Do you remember that blonde woman we saw at Diagon Alley? The one who had a few words with Snape?”
Clive nodded, a little unsure.
“Well that was the Mudblood’s sister. She was taking his brats to get school supplies. I’ve been watching her since that day. She’s all alone now. We could easily get her and bring her to the Dark Lord. After we have our fun, of course. The Dark Lord will understand if we have to ‘subdue’ her first. He’ll appreciate our efforts, I’m sure. It might even earn us some favor with him as he values Death Eaters who take the initiative. What do you say, old boy?”
Clive sat back in his chair and considered George’s plan. It would be easy. Muggles weren’t that challenging. It would be nice to have first access to a Muggle woman, before she was brutalized and nearly dead. Clive liked them to have a bit of fight in them. It made their breaking all that more enjoyable.
“I’m in. When?”
George smirked at his companion with approval.
“Next Friday. We’ll make a night of it.”
The two Death Eaters sealed their plan with a toast.
“Here’s to our rising up in the ranks.” George said as the two clinked their glasses together.
~~~~~~
A/N: Apologies to anyone who is offended at my use of the C bomb. The Brits and Aussies that I know/have known told me that the use of the word 'cunt' is a little more acceptable and not as offensive as we Yanks take it to be.
Personally, I've never been offended by it. It's the same as calling a man a "prick."
No reviews. *sigh*