Sometimes It's Good to be Bad

Chapter 8 Initiation


Four days later the Golden Trio was back at Grimmauld Place, along with Crookshanks. The funeral was the same as any other funeral with the exception that it was held in a funeral parlor rather than a church; as far as the muggle world was concerned, Hermione's father had killed himself, and the family was refused permission to have the funeral at the church, or to bury him in consecrated ground.

Aunt Anne had finally agreed to let Hermione go back to living with her friends, but it had taken Mrs. Weasley's word that she would be properly supervised. The three were not too happy about this development, especially Hermione, but it beat her being stuck with the muggles for the next two months.

She went back into full lets-find-the-horcruxes mode, causing her friends to think that she was trying to supress her emotions, but she was able to convince them that her parents death just made her want to find them more so they could kill You-Know-Who as soon as possible. She had told them of her theory on the cup's location, and both agreed that it was probable. It also meant that at least one of them would have to go back to Hogwarts in the fall.

Each night she went to her room at eleven and came out in the morning to take her shower at seven thirty. She always locked the door with the strongest locking spell she could find, as well as casting a silencing charm. She told them all of these precautions and they assumed it was so she could cry and not have to worry about their pity. Also, since they had come back four days ago Mrs. Weasley had kept true to her word and made sure that there was always someone from the Order at headquarters to be sure nothing happened.

They still went to the library at Diagon Alley every day for at least a few hours, but were still coming up with nil. Then on the fifth day, they were hanging out in the drawing room. Hermione moved to read the Black Family Tree on the wall. Harry just glanced at her. He hated the tapestry. He hated the house, actually. The whole thing just reminded him of his dead godfather. He couldn't imagine how Hermone must feel; he had only lost his godfather after two years. She had lost both her parents after her whole life.

After five or so minutes Hermione smacked herself on the forehead, causing the other two to come out of their own thoughts. "I am such an idiot!" she exclaimed. Harry and Ron started to dispell her of the notion, but she interrupted them. "No, you, two. R.A.B. Regulus Black!"

"Hermione! You're a genius!"

It took them about fifteen minutes with subtle prompting from Hermione to remember the necklace from two summers ago. They then went right to the cabinet to search for it. When they found nothing, they went to search the spot that Kreacher had inhabited. Once they came up blank there, Ron suggested that Dung had pinched it, and it was long gone now. It was a plausible theory and Hermione jumped on it in an instant, causing Ron to blush from her praise.

Deciding to spend the next day searching pawn shops for the locket, the three went to bed. An hour later, Hermione once again felt the sensation that her left breast was on fire. She quickly put her unenchanted Death Eater robes on, pulled her hair into a low ponytail before covering it along with her face with the hood, and apparated to her master.

This time when she entered the throne room there were between twenty and thirty hooded figures were set before the Dark Lord. She went up and kissed his hem, kneeling down in front of him when he motioned for her to stay there, rather than join the others.

"We have a new initiate," he announced to the room. "This initiate has completed her first task well above expectations and will mostly work as a spy. If, after tonight, you see her in her daily activities, you will treat her exactly as you have in the past. If you have never spoken to her, you will never speak to her unless it is required. The knowledge of her allegiance does not leave this room. She will be reporting to me directly. She has already been Marked, but she must still be initiated, and that is why you have been called here tonight. But first, we will all take a moment to enjoy the pensieve evidence of her first mission."

Through a spell that turned the pensieve into a film reel, the group watched McNair's memory of the death of her parents on one of the stone walls. When they saw who the witch they were to be initiating into their fold was, there was more than a few gasps throughout the room. By the time the "film" was through, though, not a one had a doubt as to her being a spy for the Order.

The Dark Lord stood back up and pointed his wand at her. "Crucio." She fell to the ground, writhing in pain for three minutes, yet still never cried out through her tears. After she got back to her knees, her master announced the next phase of her initiation. "Let the next phase begin!" He sounded like an announcer from the telley, only much more sinister. It caused a shiver to creep its way up her spine.

He pointed to a Death Eater, who came to the front of the room and pulled up his robes and down his pants. It was quite obvious what she was supposed to do, as he was already quite hard. She moved forward and placed her hand on the unknown man's penis. She brought her face to it, licking from the balls to the tip before taking the head into her mouth. She pulled her mouth away before bringing it a little farther down the shaft. She continued this process, her tongue working the entire time, until she had the entire member in her mouth, practically gagging as it hit the back of her throat. Soon the man came and she swallowed his essence.

Once he had straightened himself up and rejoined the group, she was put back under crucio. The phase continued until she had gratified four more Death Eaters. Unknownst to her, the five that were chosen for every initiation were picked based on whom had best served their master through their action since the previous initiation. After coming off of the last, and longest crucio, most of the gathering was excused.

"You have passed the initiation well, mudblood. Tonight you will stay in one of the rooms here."

"My Lord, I will have to be back before seven thirty, as that is when they will expect me to leave my room. I have a bit of a routine down."

"That is fine. You will not need to see me before you leave, but I will know when you do. I know that you wanted to talk to me about something, and I expect you to leave a letter with Draco in the morning. He will now show you where you will be staying tonight." She was then left with one of the five she had given a blow job to. He lowered his hood and cocked his head for her to follow him.