The Dark Gryffindor

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Continuation of….


Chapter Thirty-three: Death Eaters Executions


All of the Death Eaters plus Narcissa and Valerie followed Voldemort to sit on the slightly elevated stone chairs. Valerie managed to get a seat next to Snape.

She looked ahead and saw a band of Snatchers. Scabior was not among them. Leading the pack, instead was a man with shaggy hair, long whiskers and keen yellow eyes.

“Master, we have nearly two dozen muggles for the occasion,” spoke the leader.

Voldemort actually smiled, or as close to a smile a lipless mouth could come to. “That is excellent, Fenrir. Now get on with it, and make sure you kill them slowly.”

Valerie was surprised to hear that the man was that notorious monster she'd read about in the papers, Fenrir Greyback. He was the only Snatcher not in black and yellow uniformed robes, but instead wearing the ceremonial robes. However, not a single medal adorned Greyback's chest.

And Voldemort sat back in his chair leisurely and waited. Valerie watched and noticed a dark lady Death Eater with black curly hair right beside him. Both of them shared the most indulgent looks upon their faces. The woman was not watching for the Snatchers to start, but craning her neck, smiling up with adoration at her master. Valerie watched her enclose her hand around Voldemort’s arm, and unconsciously, he brushed off her advance.

Greyback went to action immediately, yelling at his unit, “Bring them out! You will show my master and - them Death Eaters you deserve the title of 'S.S'!” S.S. was apparently another word for Snatchers. It made sense to have this secondary name as they donned badges of two 'S' linked serpents.

The newly recruited Snatchers came forward, shoving a group of muggle men and women onto the cobblestone floor. Some of the muggles fell down from the force of their falls, cutting their faces on the jagged stones.

The muggles were all dressed the same. Exactly like slaves in nothing but leather strips, kind of like house elves' attire. They crowded together in fright in the center of the courtyard. Jeers and whistles broke out, along with harsh laughter.

Greyback shamelessly got on all fours and paced around in front of the muggles. It was like he was a predatory lion in a coliseum. The Snatchers followed, doing nothing but standing at attention, waiting for their commander's queue.

The suspense built up. The Death Eaters sitting high up on their chairs, partially removed, watched with bated breath. An irate snarling growl escaped Greyback and in an instant, he leapt forward towards the little throng of helpless muggles.

With another snarl like an angry lion, Greyback lunged at one muggle in particular, biting their neck. He howled with delight and the Snatchers all encircled the muggles so they could not attempt escape.

It all happened so fast. Spell lights danced over the courtyard. The Death Eaters were screaming and clapping with delight, Valerie caught a glimpse of the only female Death Eater present, actually waving her fist. Instinctively, in these few crucial seconds, some of the muggles managed to jump like jack rabbits. Yet others fell and a few of them had a flash of green light hit them, and so those few moved no more.

But the others were still alive, some of them immobilized. Greyback went again to take some more bites of the muggles. His howls could be heard clearly in the din for a long moment. Finally he finished and rose.

At his nod, Snatchers immediately obeyed Greyback, knowing to drag the rest of the live muggles up to face the Death Eaters.

Greyback went with them towards the spectators on the stone chairs. He ordered his men apathetically, "Kill these muggles. Exactly as I said!"

At once, the men tightened their grips around whatever muggle they were holding. Smug looks were exchanged by them. Clearly, the Snatchers were competing with each other. All of them had an urge to prove themselves capable of any cruelties, if only it would get them whatever goods and money they wanted through being accepted into Greyback's unit.

“Look at this rotten muggle skum…Watch them die!” spat one Snatcher in hatred. He was clearly playing it up for dramatic effect. “They don’t know nothin!”

“Fuckin’ morons is all they are!” answered another Snatcher.

The Snatchers each held up a muggle before the Death Eaters with their wands pointed to the muggle's temples. They laughed, and as one, each issued the Cruciatus Curse in unison. They must have rehearsed it with Greyback like it was a play. The muggles screamed and the Snatchers, strong as they were, managed to hold them up.

For an inexorable moment, they tortured them. And Greyback went back into the background, busy biting and enjoying dominating the other muggles. Unable to control his urges, he had actually ripped his robes open to rape one of the younger males.

Finally, one Snatcher nodded, and all at once the seven Snatchers torturing another seven muggles, uttered the same spell over and over. Shouts of diffindo rent the air, and the muggles appendages fell to the courtyard floor with loud thumps. Buckets of blood splashed onto the scene. It drizzled like a stream through the nooks and crannies of the cobblestones.

Voldemort laughed the loudest, at the highest pitch. He turned around to see the reaction of those Death Eaters behind him. Valerie caught a glimpse of his red eyes alight, and his forked tongue out. Voldemort was highly aroused.

Yet the muggles who lost some of their limbs were amazingly alive, still left to their screaming. They howled more and more in agony and the Death Eaters only laughed louder, for this was all a great entertainment spectacle for them. Wormtail's bubbly laughter rang, his feet swinging where they dangled. He was so short he could not reach the floor.

“Avada Kedavra,” rang throughout and at the same time other Snatchers decapitated the heads with diffindo. The heads were severed and immediately they sailed into the air. It was more Snatchers lined up behind them. They had levitated the heads where they swiveled twenty feet in the air. Then the Snatchers relinquished their levitation charms, and dropped the heads back into the courtyard, where the heads literally rolled onto the floor.

Only pretending to be frightened, Valerie buried her head in the side of Snape’s shoulder. She felt him stroke her hair. Snape whispered, “Relax.”

She looked up at him and almost smiled. For she could see he was not frightened. He was used to it, afterall. In fact, the sadistic side of him was enjoying it.

The Snatchers made room to view Greyback. He was still ripping and tearing at the other muggles. “Greyback! Wake up! It’s time to execute them!” boldly demanded one Snatcher.

Greyback leapt to his feet and looked around, as if remembering where he was again. Then he laughed with the Death Eaters. The Snatchers sent stinging hexes, which was really nothing too painful towards the remaining muggles. It was meant to scare. Some of them managed to spot a clear path, and they started to sprint towards the gate. The Snatchers yelled harshly, “Avada Kedavra!” They were all jolted to their deaths in a firing squad. Now they lay dead and expressionless upon the cold floor.

A cacophony of applause rung out with stamping feet from the Death Eater's boots. Yet the spectacle was apparently not over yet.

Descending from the sky was hundreds of orbs. They floated leisurely to the ground like balloons do for muggle occasions. Valerie leaned forward curiously. As they came closer, she could see that they were not orbs. Actually they were bubbles with yellow discs shining inside.

“Filthy rogue scavengers! All they wanted was the gold!” gaily laughed the female Death Eater, Bellatrix.

“I was the one who arranged that, Bella. From my vault!” scoffed Lucius irritably, complaining a little.

And now all the Death Eaters laughed at the Snatchers as they groveled with hands and feet on the cobblestones, hands frantically popping the bubbles to grab the galleons. They all raced and competed, fighting with each other over whose bubble was whose.

The Snatchers darted left and right, throwing galleons into their sacks. The Death Eaters continued to be highly amused. It was almost like the Snatchers were children racing towards the contents of a piñata or children on an Easter egg hunt.

“Look at the werewolf run…Hey, bet that gold couldn’t get you through a weeks meals, Greyback!” said Yaxley nastily. "I make four times as much at the ministry!"

Greyback ignored it, and continued to grab what he could of the small fortune. He actually got more than anyone else did. Whenever they spotted the same bubble as he, the other Snatcher would always give in and allow Greyback to have it. It was obvious the other Snatchers were more than a little afraid of him.

Minutes later, Voldemort rose from his seat, and in a ringing, cold voice announced, “Good show, Greyback.” His voice was magically magnified. When Valerie looked to him, she noticed the Dark Lord did not truly look satisfied.

For the next several minutes they mingled in the courtyard, amongst the mangled bodies of the muggles. Wormtail in his awkward gait, carelessly slipped over the congealed puddles of blood twice.

“Tend to the preparations for the dining room,” Bellatrix quipped. And Valerie looked below to where Bellatrix was speaking. An elf that had been hovering at the Death Eaters’ knees was scurried away.

Bellatrix turned back to her master. She fell to her knees. “My lord. Master…I beg you allow me to attend your orgy!”

And Bellatrix clasped her hands and looked up at Voldemort almost angelically, or rather like a dark angel, the medals on her chest, gleamed in the starlight.

“I promise I will be good…I seek to please you in every way! I beg you!”

“No, Bella. You have heard my answer before. And you know I am not one to change my mind. Walpurgis Night has never been for women to participate in as equals. Bella, you as my noble, warrior of good stock would not wish to participate with the women we already have… The orgy is for my most intimate male servants. Only..." And Voldemort paused for a few seconds and finished the last words condescendingly, "Are you a man?!”

“No, master,” she breathed passionately. “But consider all I have done with you-“

“Quiet, Bella!” Voldemort was suddenly screaming rudely. He was about to insult Bellatrix for bringing up their sexual relations in front of so many, when Lucius interrupted doing the job for him.

“And we’ll leave the women to supervise the cooking,” said Lucius nastily. He smiled triumphantly at Bellatrix, gray eyes glittering.

Bellatrix's dark brown eyes actually filled with tears. Embarrassed, Bellatrix turned and fled. The crowd of male Death Eaters along with Valerie watched her go towards what was like an army of house-elfs as there was over fifty of them. Bellatrix’s sister meanwhile was nowhere to be found.

They watched for several moments from a distance. The house-elfs had already succeeded in gathering the slaughtered remains of the bodies and also all the decapitated appendages.

Bellatrix screamed and kicked at the elves. Greyback was also scowling fiercely in the distance. He was angry Voldemort had refused to let him attend the orgy, but he certainly couldn’t be permitted as he was a werewolf. Voldemort knew it would frighten and anger his followers like nothing else if he came, and frankly Voldemort didn't desire him.

Greyback grabbed a cold, bloodied hand and with pointed teeth, gnawned on the tendrils of meat. He found the dead muggle it belonged to down below, and patted his shoulder, muttering sarcastically as if it could hear him, “Sorry…”

“Move along! Damn it!” cried Bellatrix hysterically. And she picked up one of the elves that hadn’t been doing anything. It was like Bellatrix was letting out her frustration on the elves. Her frustration caused by being banned from the orgy. She held the elf, who was the size of a toddler in her long fingertips. She shook the elf and with her other hand raised her wand.

“Crucio!” Bellatrix screamed, aiming her wand. And she laughed with sheer pleasure as the little creature contorted on the floor after she dropped it.

Valerie inwardly found it strange that this woman wanted to be at the orgy, because Valerie knew she was going, and yet she realized her role in it would be anything but fun. She was there to serve the men. The male Death Eaters. But for what exactly she did not know. It was only that Snape had told her this would be so.

Meanwhile, dozens of elves were busy churning. Churning not butter, but blood. Their tiny brown hands moving up and down rapidly.

Moments ago, a fire had been created by the Snatchers. Valerie hadn’t noticed the equipment before in the darkness, especially when it sat around unused. But now, being put to use, it was impossible not to notice. The sheer amount of equipment was startling, you’d think the recipes were as complex as alchemy.

The most conspicuous piece of equipment was the large kiln, where Snatchers were seen throwing the bodies and body parts inside the oven. She could feel bursts of warm air on her face from the fiery forge, even though it was several yards away.

Snatchers worked at tables where like surgeons they cut up the bodies for some type of grotesque display. Yet Greyback wasn’t doing any of the work and neither was he helping Bellatrix supervise. Rather, he was off on his own, fucking the few corpses allotted to him.

Valerie was still watching the sight, transfixed and awed by it. She jumped when she felt someone touch her. Snape said, “Valerie, we must go.” She looked around the dim courtyard and realized all the others had left.

He led her in the direction to wherever Voldemort’s orgy would be. All the other Death Eaters were far ahead. The Dark Lord had traveled alone, flying through the garden back to the manor house.

She stumbled over the cobblestone courtyard, feeling dried blood stick to her shoes. Plumes of smoke rose over the gardens. It was of the most awful stench, that of the burning dead. The pungent scent drifted along, death seeming to follow Snape and Valerie on their trek back inside.


NOTE: It seems it says in "The Prince's Tale" of Hallows that Bellatrix was a cannibal. For Dumbledore mentions Bellatrix and says how "...she likes to play with hers before she eats it..."
"Hers" was referring to victims and Dumbledore is a very reliable opinion. Jo said herself that anything Dumbledore says can be taken as fact. And if Dumbledore knew about it, clearly Bella didn't keep it much of a secret. Plus, Walpurgis Night is known in legend to involve cannibalism. Rowling said the Death Eaters are based loosely on the legendary Knights of Walpurgis. Because of this, we can deduce Bellatrix learned cannibalism from Voldemort, and Voldemort is indeed a cannibal as well! Expect cannibalism to occur later!

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