Post by Shalie Matsuoka on Jan 14, 2012 1:36:58 GMT -5
[/b] Crabbe asked, in the process of going through the muggles' fridge. They seemed to be rather health-conscious, which was a pity because he hadn't eaten anything since breakfast.
Shalie was not entirely unfamiliar to Privet Drive, but every time that they came here she still got a numb feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was nothing short of creepy the way that all of the houses looked nearly indistinguishable from one another. Even the cars sometimes appeared to be different colored duplicates of the ones next to them.
This was a common place for her father to go when there was business to be made. Even though they were perfectly happy to blend in with each other, it couldn't be doubted that a lot of the people were well-off, particularly the ones that wanted to be left alone and not be noticed by others. Shalie figured that this place was the best one for it. Getting lost here was more likely than getting lost in a forest with trees that spanned for miles. Thankfully her father had a more keen eye for that sort of thing.
Usually she would be separated by countries from her father but this summer, she had elected to stay with him. Speaking of separation, that was why she had anything to worry about in the first place. Her mother stayed in Ireland for the most part with frequent visits to various parts of the wizarding world via flow powder and apparition. Her father went wherever business was thriving. At least it meant a bit of variety in their destinations, even if such destinations had no variety.
“Why exactly didn't we just drive here?” Shalie asked, employing the rare use of teenage irritation. She didn't want to admit that she was scared to be walking anywhere at all. After what she'd been reading over the summer, and what she knew to have happened in past years, well... She didn't want to be anywhere but home. It didn't even matter which one.
Koba looked at her from the side and shook his head. “You don't think that people living in a place like this would get suspicious over a car parked in the street? Besides, you could use the exercise. It won't kill you.”
Shalie gave him a dirty look from the side as well. She was inactive, sure, but that was only because drawing and writing required such little activity...//Meanwhile//
Mulciber stared out of one of the muggle windows, keeping the curtain just slightly pulled so it mostly masked his features. He didn't care to know what muggles expected in each others' attire, but considering he got odd looks from the wizarding world on occasion, he wasn't going to risk it. He didn't bother wearing his Death Eater robes and mask. He was an escaped convict from Azkaban. One could find his face on any number of posters in Diagon Alley... Before his Lord was in charge of everything, that is.
“Any sign of him yet?”
Mulciber glanced behind him and fought the temptation to roll his eyes. Instead he turned his attention back to the window. “I doubt that he's going to waltz by at any given moment, you dolt,” he muttered. Even Harry Potter, whose reckless bravery placed him right in the hands of danger more often than not, wasn't so foolish as to announce his presence to whatever eyes may be hiding in the shadows.
However... He was known for his need to help others, to sustain his ego through accepting the credit and gratitude for helping those less 'gifted' than he was. When Mulciber spotted the young girl outside, he knew that it was the break that they had been looking for. “But there is someone else out there... Muggles, by the looks of them.” Crabbe snorted from behind the kitchen counter as the sound of canned goods rolling onto the floor filled the room. “What do they matter? They don't notice anything.” [/b][/blockquote][/size]
Harry sat on his bed, staring at the far wall with absolutely no expression on his face. He still had a few weeks until his aunt and uncle and cousin would be vacating the place and he would be transported with Mad-Eye's help to the burrow. Until that time, he was forced to stay inside and do nothing. He had gotten countless letters over the summer so far from members of the order, reminding him that he was safe while he still considered privet drive to be "home" and begging him not to do anything rash...or stupid. Stupid was the more common word of choice, especially from Ron.
But sitting in his room made him edgy and restless. He wanted to be out hunting horcruxes; severing Voldemort's ties to life; doing something...anything...to aide in the war. He was still getting copies of the prophet delivered to him and they were going from bad to worse with all their headline stories about the most recent victims of the death eaters, muggles and wizards alike.
Since he had warned his family members at the beginning of the summer that they were in danger and had informed them of their day of departure and the names of the witch and wizard who would be assisting them, the Dursleys basically spent all their time indoors as well, watching tv and eating. The sound of the television's evening news blared up the stairs and leaked into Harry's room. The first story was about a young muggle boy about twelve years of age who had lived just a few blocks away being murdered in his sleep by a very crafty murderer who had left no hints for the police. Harry could hear his Uncle ranting about shotty police work and his aunt speaking shrilly of how close the murder had been to them.
Harry, being more informed than his aunt and uncle, knew why the murders were getting closer and closer to his residence. Voldemort and the death eaters knew roughly where he was being hidden and they were just waiting for either Harry to foolishly show himself outside the boundaries of the protective spells, or for said protection spells to break.
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Antonin Dolohov sat in a chair at the abandoned muggle house's kitchen with his heavily booted feet up on the rickety table. He was drawing little circles of fire in the air and then watching as they dissapeared, leaving behind a small glow of light for a few seconds. He was incredibly bored. When Mulciber looked out the window and mentioned spotting muggles, Dolohov's feet swung down to the ground with a dull thud and he got to his feet, coming over to stand beside Mulciber. "How do you know Potter even knows them?" He wouldn't say no to torturing or killing the pair of muggles just for fun like they had done with that twelve year old crybaby down the street but what made Mulciber so sure that these particular muggles would bring Potter out of hiding?
Mulciber didn't even look up as Dolohov took the place beside him, though for a moment he had the image in his mind of how it must look, two older men standing side-by-side watching a young girl and her (he assumed) father. Still, he pulled the curtain back enough to let Dolohov take a look.
“I haven't seen that many young people out there,” Mulciber began, speaking in a voice that was soft yet at the same time, carrying enough to reach even Crabbe's ears. Leave it to the fat waste of space to continue seeking out food when they had something more important to do. He was only along because he wanted to make up for past mistakes to the Dark Lord. He really wasn't needed here. But if he didn't do something helpful Mulciber was going to let both Voldemort and Bellatrix know about it. “Aside from that, Harry Potter can't help but be a hero. It doesn't matter who we go after in the end. I don't think that it hurts at all that one of them is a woman.” Sexist or not, Mulciber doubted that a muggle girl was going to be a problem, and victims of the female persuasion were irresistible to the hero persona.
He started for the door and glanced back at the other two. “Are you coming or not?” he asked. Crabbe stood up and looked at him. “What if he's not even near here? What if he's not anywhere he can see out anyway?” he asked. Mulciber just laughed. “What does it matter if two more muggles die? Not becoming a sentimentalist, are you?” He started out the door.
Shalie stopped suddenly. Sensing a change in the atmosphere more than anything, she turned and looked around. When she saw someone approaching, she felt almost dizzy with fear. It wasn't just that the man appeared to be dressed from head to foot in leather that would be more in place at an eighties heavy metal concert than a quiet everyday neighborhood like this one. It was more the look in his icy blue eyes that stopped her. Well, that and the fact that his speed almost gave the impression that he was gliding while in slow motion he would appear to be walking at a leisurely pace.
Matsuoka didn't seem to notice him. Then again, Shalie figured that after looking at men in three-thousand dollar suits for years ordinary people became more difficult to see. Eventually, though, the fact that Shalie was not even trailing behind him now caught his attention. He stopped and glanced back. “What is it? Did you drop something?” he asked, noticing the oddly dressed man as he topped off the last syllable. Matsuoka could only figure that the man was either a crook or a bum, and was starting to regret his choice of clothing. Naturally it would draw in the wrong sort. “I'm sorry, whatever you're looking for, I don't have,” he said, going back to where Shalie was, lightly grabbing her arm, and moving forward again.
“Don't you?” Mulciber asked, walking alongside them quietly for a moment, looking at Shalie in a way that Matsuoka mistakenly believed to be lustful. In any case he was looking at her as though she was some prize to be claimed.
Shalie felt increasingly tense. She had her wand with her, and felt somehow that she might need it. Her thoughts instantly went to the muggle who had been killed around here not all that long ago... Could it have been this man? For some reason thoughts of the wolf from fairy tales came back to her... and no wonder. To come across a predator in a place she had likened to a forest?
Dolohov shrugged. "True. She looks about the same age as Potter and that's a plus." His voice was raspy and brutal. He looked to Crabbe at the same time Mulciber did and snorted. "Going soft are you Crabbe? Mulciber's right; who cares if Potter doesn't see us? I'm bored stiff just sitting around here all the time while Bellatrix and Severus get all the fun jobs. I say we go after 'em even if Potter is in a different country." He drew his own wand eagerly and followed Mulciber into the streets but hung back as his aggressive companion began to corner the pair of muggles.
Instead, he kept to himself in the shadows like a mountain lion stalking its prey; ready to help the second it looked like Mulciber needed it. He honestly didn't care where Crabbe was currently. The older muggle didn't seem as worried as the younger one which caused Dolohov a bit of concern. Could she possibly know who they were? Could she possibly not be a muggle?
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Harry was still on his bed a few hours later just as afternoon was beginning to turn into evening. It had been chilly all day due to the inordinate amounts of fog that seemed to be everywhere nowadays, but as the sun began to lower in the sky, it became even colder out. Harry didn't even reach for a sweatshirt or a blanket though. If you peered in his window you might think he was dead from his lack of movement.
Harry only shifted positions and straightened up a bit when he heard the door slam and his cousin bellowing for his parents. The television was switched off immediately and the following conversation drifted up to Harry's intently listening ears.
Dudley: "We have to move! The killers that killed that boy down the street are even closer now; I just saw them!"
Petunia: "Oh my dudders! Are you ok? How do you know it was the killer?"
Dudley: "He was dressed in all black and he was advancing on this girl and her father."
Vernon: "I reckon they're trying to find our house. Didn't the boy say something about his lot being after him?"
There was a pause.
Vernon: "BOY! Get down here!"
But Harry had heard enough already and was out the front door, wand in hand.
Matsuoka felt more angry than anything at the expression on the man's face. He must be going around, looking for homes of the more fortunate to raid, and instead he found himself what appeared to be a defenseless girl that he could take advantage of. Matsuoka didn't know that much, but he knew that as her father it was his duty to ensure her safety. He was the only thing standing between this man and... whatever it was that he wanted from Shalie. “Fine. Money, is that it? Here, take it.” He threw his wallet at the feet of the man, who looked down at it and slowly raised his head back up. As he did, a grin spread across his face with the same crawling speed.
“You think I have any use for your filthy muggle money?” he asked. His voice grew louder with the last word because he suddenly lunged forward and pulled Shalie away from Matsuoka, crossing his arm over her neck and placing his wand against it as well, underneath his arm. It kept it hidden from sight unless one knew just what he was doing regardless. Shalie gasped. Not only from surprise, but his skin was cold to the touch. There was no doubt about what he was now, and why he looked so very out of place... “Keep quiet, or I'll blast a hole into your neck,” he said to Shalie almost casually.
Koba had absolutely no idea how to react to this. He had a gun, but he was afraid of getting to it. After all, he knew that magic would do away with him much easier than a gun would do away with their attackers. But he knew better than to react to the word muggle. “What do you want?” he asked, fighting to stop himself from sounding weak or desperate. He never appeared that way; Matsuoka was one of those men who always appeared much stronger than he was, like a mountain in a storm (pardon the dramatics).
Mulciber didn't seem to hear him. He looked over and Dolohov and nodded. At this point, though, he didn't notice how well their plan was working...
Meanwhile Crabbe made himself useful (for once) and headed to a nearby house he knew that some of the other Death Eaters were hiding out in and told them what was going on. He would rather have gotten through this without more people, but he was more concerned with failure.
Dolohov took the nod as a signal and flicked his wand ever so casually at the man who was insulting Mucliber with offerings of muggle money. Tiny black ropes sprung from the tip of his wand and flew through the air towards their target. Dolohov did not wait around to see if they landed or not; he burst from the shadows with a nasty leer on his face. "What a pretty girl you've got here, muggle." Since Mulciber was holding her in place, he reached over with his wand free hand to stroke her face, gripping her chin and giving it a little shake before letting go. "She'll be quite helpful, don't you think Mul?" He leaned real close to Shalie's face and tucked a lock of her hair behind one ear. He could appreciate a good looking girl for more than just torture even if some of his co-workers could not.
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Harry urged his legs to walk faster. Since he hadn't actually questioned his cousin about where he had seen this incident occurring, he had no idea where to start looking. But it had to be past the boundaries of the protection spells obviously. He kept his wand in his hand, not caring if any muggles happened to see. For all they knew, he was just a weird kid who liked to collect twigs.
He looked around every corner before rounding it; his past experiences teaching him that when dealing with death eaters you had to be beyond careful. Especially when your name was Harry Potter and they were constantly trying to off you.
“Helpful?” Mulciber laughed to himself. So far there was no sign of Potter, but he wasn't all that surprised. If nothing else they could have some fun with the muggles... His idea of fun was apparently a little different than Dolohov's when it came to the girl, but that was alright, because it was the man who really had Mulciber's attention. He had actually tried to exchange muggle currency for their safety. It was almost endearing how stupid muggles were. They were like dogs who never knew any better.... It didn't excuse them their ignorance, of course. If they didn't pollute the wizard blood, his hatred would not be nearly so intense.
He locked his eyes on Matsuoka, who was now successfully stuck in place. He released Shalie and pushed her to Dolohov, then walked to the muggle. He placed his foot on the man's chest and knelt a bit so that his arm was draped across his own knee. “Isn't it funny?” he began, tilting his head and then shaking it as though it were a pity. “Your fellow muggles don't even come to save you. But just in case, how about we take this inside?” He got off of him and pulled him up by his collar. Matsuoka could do nothing as the other man was seeming to advance on his daughter (well, in a different way than the approach), and now he was being handled like luggage on the way back to the house. Mulciber would have levitated the muggle if he hadn't wanted to attract attention. It was nice to have more targets, that was true, but he also wanted to extend the time that he had with this particular muggle, which had insulted him.
Shalie was, in a word, mortified. Her face was red, though her whole body felt numb. She couldn't move initially because of the way Mulciber was holding her (she took his threat seriously and didn't really want to die in front of her father), and she couldn't say anything either because of the threat. They were death eaters, weren't they? So why were they wasting their time with them? She was beginning to worry that dying wasn't the worst thing that could happen to her. And that fear only increased when Mulciber seemed to hand her over to the other man. Considering the poor girl had never come across someone like this, she couldn't think of a way out of it. “Wh-what...” she started, clearing her throat before continuing. “What do you want?” Hopefully there was a chance to get out of this unscathed...
Dolohov's nasty smile showed all of his rotting teeth as he caught Shalie by the arm and placed his own wand to her throat. He breathed in her scent as he began herding her towards the house behind Mulciber and the muggle. "What do I want" he repeated in mock puzzlement as though the answer should be obvious. He shoved Shalie roughly inside the house and then, using his brain...and another part of his body, he thrust one hand inside her jacket, feeling around for her wand but taking his time. Once he had it in his hands, he tugged it from her sleeve and tossed it aside carelessly. "There we go. Much better." He leered at her in a way that could only be considered pervy and lustful before shoving her farther into the house and closing the door behind him with a flick of his wand before returning it to her temple this time. He could see that she was shaking and that only fueled him farther.
"Ok girly, I'm going to ask you a question and I want the truth...do you or do you not know of one Harry James Potter?" He pulled her closer to him, pinning her arm behind her back with one hand while trailing his wand down her cheek to her throat to her chest.
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Harry could not walk any faster though it felt like he wasn't getting anywhere. He felt as though he was stuck in quicksand and trying his hardest to escape but failing immensely at it. The streets were completely bare which added to his panicked feeling. He had to be close to the boundary line didn't he? How far did these protective charms work anyway? If he was thinking clearly he would have turned around, run back to his aunt and uncles house and sent Hedwig to a member of the order like Lupin. Lupin could definitely rally up some help. Help that wouldn't put Harry's own life at risk. But of course he didn't think of that.
Shalie was getting rather tired of having wands pressed against her neck. Which was interesting because before today, she hadn't really ever felt threatened when a person did that. Of course, these two could just look at her and she would feel unnerved. Especially when they looked at her the way that this guy did... She wasn't sure what he was doing for a second when he reached into her jacket. She had somewhat forgotten that she even had a wand, she felt so helpless. She wondered if he would expect it if she suddenly snatched the wand back. She made a movement to do just that and stopped short of it, dropping her hand back as though it had been slapped away. What the Hell was wrong with her? She had that for self-defense, and yet the one time she really needed it, she couldn't stop herself from being disarmed. She watched the wand in its descent, keeping in mind that later, she would have to get it back.
She felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to hide her near-panic, but that was only making it worse. “Everyone knows of Harry Potter,” she said. She didn't stutter, that was something, but her voice came out in little more than a breath. There was no reason to pretend that the name meant nothing to her. He had just fished a wand from her sleeve, and obviously she was a witch. It would be more suspicious to play dumb about that.
Mulciber propped up Matsuoka and rested his elbow on his back while he watched. “What about you? Do you have a wand on you?” He didn't care to look yet. He wasn't going to be fast enough to kill them before they killed him, especially since there were two of them while his daughter was unarmed. That was when he realized it. Crabbe had obviously left. The coward... Scared of a pair of muggles. Well, at least in the beginning they had no reason to think that it was anything more than that. Matsuoka's face was almost absent of emotion. At least at first glance. He was too angry to properly express himself. “Don't you have some sort of magic that would lead you to him?” Matsuoka asked sarcastically, which was actually quite out of character for him. He didn't care for magic in the least, and now all of his worries were proven correct. They were going to die here just because one boy lived... How many people had to die for that one person to survive anyway? [ooc: no, he doesn't get it at all xD]
Eventually Crabbe returned from the other house, straightening his clothes (which were, by the way, of muggle making) and apparated to the side of the building. He didn't know whether they were inside or not and it didn't seem like a good idea to just apparate anywhere and end up somewhere that was uncomfortable or compromising to the situation. He liked to know just where he would end up on the other end, and didn't know the house well enough. Not to mention, it would do no good to apparate right next to those soup cans and fall over them. He always had trouble regaining his balance after he apparated... He turned and made his way back into the house without realizing he was in the perfect place for Harry to spot him.
Dolohov was rather impressed by her answer and the fact that she wasn't crying yet but he kept that to himself. Externally, he grabbed her by the shoulder and whirled her around so that she was facing him and then forced her - by means of pushing on her head - into a chair, twisting her arms so that they were behind her back and behind the chair as well. "Think you're so clever don't you, you little mudblood." He didn't care if she actually was one or not but since her father was a muggle, it was close enough for him. He flicked his wand and the same black ropes that had bound the muggle came flying out in the direction of her wrists.
"Well, it's no matter. We know where he is and we'll find him. And then you'll watch as the one thing that has the slightest chance of saving your precious muggle loving world is destroyed. And then we'll destroy you and your muggle father as well." He spat on the ground near Shalie's feet and then kicked her legs apart so that he could bind them to each chair leg.
With this done, he swiveled his head to scoff at the man who was asking such a stupid question. "The problem is Mr. Smarty pants that the other side has a form of magic...for another month anyway...that keeps him from us unless he comes to find us on his own terms." His head whipped around again and he leered at Shalie. "And since you know him, you know that he'll do just that."
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Harry was about to lose hope when he spotted some movement in the distance. Gripping his wand as tightly as he could, he followed whoever it was at a discreet distance until they started for the front path of a house. It was at this point that Harry sped up, trying to see if he had just been following a gutsy muggle who didn't know any better or if he was finally about to find where certain death eaters had been camping out.
Unfortunately, he was unaware of the fact that this figure that he had been following had also been followed by a swarm of death eaters brought over from another location. He had just recognized the man as the spitting image of his stupid son Vincent Crabbe when...
ooc: when something happened. go wild, shal. xD
Shalie felt a flash of anger when he called her a mudblood, which transferred to red cheeks and narrowed eyes. Though it would probably seem that she was offended by the relation, in reality she just hated people who used the term, especially so carelessly. “I'm no mudblood...” she muttered. She didn't really react when he bound her, though it did make her feel incredibly nervous. There was no easy way to reach a wand when you couldn't even stand up. She had to bite her tongue not to ask sarcastically what they needed them for if they already knew where he was.
It was so confusing... When she was bound to the chair and he had turned his attention to her father, Shalie couldn't help but be a little relieved that he wasn't close to her any longer. At the same time, she really didn't want her father to be involved in this. He was the one that wanted to do business here but if he ended up killed she would always blame herself. She was scared, she was also trying not to blame her father for putting them in the wrong place at the wrong time.
She knew that he was right. Harry would show up here if there was any chance that he knew that something was going on. The less people that ended up here the better. “Why? Why would he come to help someone that he doesn't even know?” she asked, pretending that they had never actually met. “Potter only helps people when he knows that he can get the credit for it or play the victim... No one is going to notice the deaths of two people in a nowhere place like this. Especially not at a time when it would put him in danger. He doesn't have any friends to use as shields...” She felt pretty bad about saying any of that, because she pretty much never spoke badly about him. It wasn't hard to come up with things though since the papers had been doing that for years anyway.
Matsuoka shook his head. “At the most you will be drawing attention to yourself for the police.” Mulciber thought that was a real knee-slapper and he gave Matsuoka a well-aimed whack on the back of the head with an open palm. After seeing everything that they had done so far, the man still believed in his muggle government? Well, they were just going to have to show him what they were really capable of. If only the other Death Eaters caught wind of what was going on. Maybe they could all aim their wands at him at the same him and say whatever spell came to their minds first and see what happened. Most likely it would be like a magical equivalent of a firing squad; ask a death eater to produce the first curse to come to mind and it was 70% likely to be either Avada Kedavra or the Cruciatus.
That was when he saw Crabbe come in. He started quickly toward the window and looked out to make sure that no one had seen him come back in. There was no doubt about it... No muggles, but instead Harry Potter. He slammed his fist on the windowsill triumphantly (yes, triumphantly!) and threw the door open. He aimed his wand at the boy and was about to shout a curse when, like he had imagined with Matsuoka, several voices called out at once. A group of Death Eaters resembling a cloud from a distance had gathered behind Harry, and all of them had their wands ready. What spell had hit Potter? Something that knocked him down... He hoped nothing serious, though it wouldn't really matter anyway, would it? Mulciber knew that he hadn't thrown the fateful spell if Potter ended up being dead.
He came closer, shoving aside a nearby death eater. He wasn't made the leader of this operation but was assuming the position regardless because he felt that most of them weren't worthy of such a title. He used his foot to move Harry onto his back and looked at his face. Alive... Good. He picked him up with a laugh. It was funny how little muggles noticed them. It would be suspicious from any other group, but from them, simply expected. He threw Harry none too kindly into a hard kitchen chair and used a spell to rouse him. “Potter, can you hear me?”
Dolohov laughed rudely at the stupidity of this muggle who was placing his faith in the police. "Police?? You think your filthy muggle police can catch us? Didn't you hear about our handiwork the other week with that useless twelve year old brat? Your precious police are stumped, I'll tell you that."
His head snapped back around in surprise to look at Shalie when she spoke so callously of Potter. "Well look at that. We got ourselves a mudblood who don't like saint Potter." He knelt in front of her and sneered, a vicious little smirk that showed all of his rotting yellow teeth again. "You could make a fine little addition to our group...that is if we don't kill you first." He ran one finger down her cheeck, moving in as though he was going to kiss her but the sound of Mulciber pounding on the window and then throwing open the door and firing out a curse distracted him.
"Look at that" he laughed, placing his hand on the top of Shalie's head and twisting her neck around so that she was able to see Mulciber violently toss Harry into a chair across the room. He raised his free hand to exchange high fives with the new group of death eaters who had joined them. "You can tell Potter what you think of him, girly...after we wake him up of course."
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Harry didn't stir. Well, that's bound to happen when you get about half a dozen stunners to your back and one to your front when you weren't expecting it at all.
ooc: Yes. That is my harry post. You'll have to do better than that to wake him
Matsuoka hadn't heard about any 'twelve year old brat' because he didn't receive the Prophet and he wasn't in the wizarding world often enough to know about it. Actually, ever since he and his wife had separated from each other, he never went there at all. “Precious... No, muggles are more complex than you give us credit for,” he said with some irritation. Matsuoka did some shady deals and having the police involved always complicated things. But then again, he was realizing that he had lumped together all of the wizarding world before now. They were a threat, yes, and these people were a perfect example of that. But Shalie wasn't, was she? Or was her behavior at home in stark contrast to her behavior at school?
Shalie was seriously creeped out by Dolohov's behavior. He threatened her, and then right after, moved in closer. For a moment Shalie thought that he was going to kiss her, but then a commotion diverted his attention. Although those sounds couldn't be good, Shalie couldn't help but feel relieved. Not only was he a supremacist murderer but after seeing his teeth several times... She could definitely do without that experience. She closed her eyes as long as she could, trying to imagine that she was anywhere else but here. Not because she wanted to escape, she just wanted to get herself calm for when the time came that she needed to act.
Quite rudely though she was suddenly forced to look at Mulciber and his claim to fame. There was Harry after all. She tried not to react though she felt a bit sick. Her arms strained, but they were bound by magic and thus the movements were for nothing. If they could even be called movements. She wanted to punch Dolohov, or at least shove him to get him away from her. She was more angry about the way he made her watch the entrance than about anything else so far. What did that say about her? She wasn't really sure. That she didn't like being controlled, maybe.
Mulciber sighed. Leave it to the other Death Eaters to put Potter in a coma, he thought over-dramatically. He decided that even if it was meant to wake him up, a spell was probably not a good idea at the moment. Just in case there should be some cross effect. Instead he slammed his fist on Harry's chest. “Wake up, 'chosen one'! Wake up!” He flung his arm out as other Death Eaters tried to approach.
Dolohov snorted but said nothing when the old fool of a muggle spoke. He had more interesting things to pay attention to, like the fact that they had finally captured Harry Potter! He watched as Mulciber resorted to a non magical means of trying to wake the chosen one. "Whad'ya do that for" he questioned, raising an eyebrow as he kept one hand on Shalie's head to keep her from turning away.
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Harry twitched in his sleep and nearly crumpled to the floor as the meaty death eater's fist bruised a few of his ribs but he stayed unconscious.
Rodolphus Lestrange, husband of Bellatrix Lestrange, stood back amongst the group of death eaters as they attempted to wake Potter up. Mulciber was not smartest member of the group and thought that smashing Potter's ribs in would wake him, How wrong they were. The group had successfully caught a halfblood and her muggle father, which was the only thing the group got right. What he didn't understand was why keep the muggle filth alive, but he wasn't in charge so he didn't stand up. He couldn't stand it any longer jsut sitting back while the death eaters lacked order. "Stand aside, You fools. I'm taking control now." Rodolphus bellowed making his way to center of the group.
He loved leadership and was rarely in a position of power unless he stole it from others. He made his way to Potter. His sickly frame towering over the boy. The years at Azkaban really took a toll on his body and once handsome good looks. He raised his wand and pointed at the supposed chosen one. "CRUCIO! Wake up!" Rodolphus held the spell for a while. Potter had two choices either wake up or go into insanity because of the spell. It didn't matter to Rodolphus either way the three prisoners would be dead and he would return to the dark lord victorious.
Mulciber ticked a little bit. These 'chums' of his didn't understand that sometimes, the muggles did have good ideas. Torture through the cruciatus was a wonderful thing; torture through physical non-magic means was even better when the circumstances called for it. He looked at Dolohov. “Well, I don't see you doing anything about it,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
But then Rodolphus had to come along and be the control freak. Mulciber was irritated. No one called him a fool unless they had a death wish. But the sudden surge of anger wasn't so much because of what Rodolphus said as the certainty that he would take the credit if they managed to get Potter back to the dark lord. Oh, what a lapse in optimism. When they got Potter back to the dark lord.
“Well, that seemed to work.” Mulciber came forward, giving Rodolphus a look that implied if he wasn't higher on the death eater chain, he would have been in trouble. He looked at Harry. “So, do you know these two? Or is our luck simply on a high note?” he asked, moving closer and twisting some of Harry's hair in his fingers a bit painfully. More muggle techniques that the others probably wouldn't understand. Fortunately Mulciber didn't have the want to be understood.
Shalie was quiet because honestly, she didn't want to make things worse for Harry when he had just woken up. Still she shook her head slowly to show him that she didn't want him to admit to knowing her personally. That could only be worse on everyone there... Hopefully none of them had any truth potion, though in the end it might not make much of a difference.
Dolohov grunted but said nothing in response to Mulciber's straight forward point. Instead he looked to Potter with a look of dislike. It was because of this brat that their master had disappeared in the first place and then had been in such a foul mood ever since returning and that whole graveyard thing and then the ministry thing not working out.
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Harry groaned in pain, his eyes fluttering weakly. Where was he? What had happened? He looked around as best he could and little flashes of things began returning to his brain. He had been ambushed by death eaters...and Shalie was there! Shalie was a good friend of his and he could tell by the look on her face that she was frightened. The way Dolohov kept leering at her was enough to make anyone frightened actually.
He winced as Mulciber's fingers dug into his scalp, craning his head back by yanking at his hair. He opened his mouth to admit to knowing Shalie but at the last minute, caught her barely discernable gesture. "Ye...no." He tried to shake his head but that didn't work so well with his hair being held tightly. He went on, his teeth ground together. "I wouldn't call your lot lucky but no, I have no idea who that is."
Mulciber looked completely and utterly amused. “You don't know who that is? Oh, how unfortunate for you,” he said, looking over at Shalie.
For a moment Shalie got a bit of a jolt. Was he going to hurt her because of this answer? It was probably obvious that Harry was lying... The only thing worse than admitting that they were friends was denying it very obviously. But it was still better than him starting right in on Harry. Shalie could come up excuses to save herself all that she wanted, but it wouldn't change anything. Harry was more important and had more reason to stay alive. Not to be too down on herself or anything..
But instead, he moved on and looked at Harry. “A celebrity like yourself doesn't have to notice the people who are below you. She's a classmate of yours. Hmm... What house are you in?” he asked Shalie as though they were just having a leisurely conversation instead of an interrogation. He expected that eventually Rodolphus was going to interrupt and try to get serious soon, but until then...
“Ravenclaw,” Shalie answered. Mulciber was still winding some of Harry's hair around his fingers and then pulled back suddenly.
“Then you would think that the consequences of lying would have entered your mind.” He looked at Dolohov. “Do you have any ideas what we should do with them?” Traumatizing Harry before the new year seemed like it would be a good idea.
Harry did not like being called a celebrity, especially by a death eater. He glared up at the man...and up was really the only way he could glare any way as his head was still being yanked backwards by the hair. His neck was starting to get stiff. "What makes you think I'm lying" he snarled, struggling to free his wrists from the ropes binding them together. Why did evil people always think he was lying?
He gave an involuntary gasp of pain as Mulciber tugged harder on his hair, burning his scalp and snapping his neck backwards so that he literally was staring at the ceiling and could see nothing else.
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Dolohov put a hand on Shalie's shoulder and gave it a squeeze...it was half threatening and half, well...Dolohov-y. "Maybe Potter's not lying" he suggested with half a shrug. "But either way...he probably won't break as easily as this delicate thing will." He moved his hand from her shoulder to her cheek, giving it another lustful stroke.
Shalie narrowed her eyes at him. “What makes you think that I will break easily? Just because I am a woman?” She had never really been that easy to offend like this, but when it mattered she didn't want to be considered someone that couldn't handle a little bit of pressure. These were death eaters... It was hard to imagine that this was really happening. It was like being taken in by terrorists that you had seen on TV. But even still Shalie knew that she had to confront this. “I'm not delicate at all. More powerful men than you have made the mistake of judging by gender.”
Mulciber looked at Harry, then looked at Dolohov. He decided that he would let Harry enjoy the comfort of sitting up straight now if he wanted... Only because then he would be able to see that Shalie was in some danger. It would flush out the truth eventually.
Meanwhile, Matsuoka was sitting there wondering if he would be forgotten in the chaos. He was trying to keep quiet with that hope. It would make it easier for the possibility to present himself for him to attack the death eaters... He was not a stupid man, though, and there were a lot more than two or three death eaters now. Still, standing by wouldn't be easy at all.
Dolohov chuckled. "How cute. She thinks she can withstand us...isn't that just about the funniest thing you've heard in a long time?" He grinned at the other death eaters, keeping one hand on Shalie's cheek and fiddling with his wand in the other. "Trust me sweetie, you're in for quite a ride...unless maybe you or Potter wants to just tell us the truth."
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Harry tried to roll out his neck to get rid of the stiffness but it wasn't really working. He needed his hands to rub it but they were unfortunately tied at the wrists behind his back to the chair. He shifted his weight around, trying to free himself, hoping that the death eaters attention would be too focused on Shalie at the current moment to notice much of what he was doing.
Mulciber didn't notice Harry's movement initially. He was too busy taking in the other death eaters and making sure that none of them were getting wand happy. He wasn't going to deny either to himself or the other people around that the two lesser targets weren't going to die this day, but he didn't need that to happen yet. Harry might have less chance of talking if they died ahead of schedule. "It's quite a coincidence that you are in the same area as Potter..." Sure the Death Eaters were too, but that was because they were after Harry. It was probably not the same for them. "You haven't taken to hiding muggles in your aunt and uncles' house, have you?" he asked, this time actually turning back to Harry.
Noting that he was trying to wiggle his way out of his binds, Mulciber ticked. "You really are an idiot, Potter." He looked him over, then aimed a kick at him.
Shalie just looked at Dolohov even though she could hear that Mulciber was apparently trying to attack Harry. She had just enough self-preservation in her not to want to take her eyes off of Dolohov. "Maybe if you didn't treat me like common scum I would be more likely to talk." Well, that was off! "Besides, being here really was a coincidence. My father has someone that he was going to meet with, and you're bound to make us late for that." No, Shalie. No. They're bound to make you DEAD for that.
Dolohov threw back his head and roared with laughter. The fact that the little girl was still worried about her father being late for his precious muggle meeting was just too much. "You really are a piece of work girlie" he managed to say through his gales of laughter. "I didn't think ravenclaws had much sense of humor but you're proving me wrong. Now...if I ask you nicely, will you tell me how you are aquainted with our young Mr. Potter?"
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Harry groaned, trying to double over in pain as Mulciber's kick landed a hard hit on his ribs but the bindings made it hard to do that and all that happened was his head drooped forward a little bit, panting against the pain. "How many times does she have to say she doesn't know me for it to get through your thick skulls" he growled. "It's not possible that you're as stupid as you look. It really isn't." What the heck was his mouth thinking?
Shalie looked as though she was in thought for a moment, still unable to look at anything but Dolohov. Up until he was talking. “We were classmates, of course. We're in the same year in school. Once in a while Ravenclaw and Gryffindor had classes together. And we passed each other in the corridors once in a while, but that's it. Why are you so convinced that we would know each other any more than that? And besides, why would it matter in the first place?” she honestly didn't know what the answer to the last would be, but it seemed like a logical question to ask.
Mulciber couldn't believe how stupid Harry was. If he would just shut his gob maybe he wouldn't continue to be injured. Of course, different rules applied when he was sleeping and Mulciber couldn't be held responsible for something happening then. He took Harry's head and hit it back as far as he could. Since there was enough wiggle room for it to droop, there was enough for it to hurt. Hopefully, anyway. “You're going to die either way, chosen one. We might as well have some fun with it while we can... Unless you have more 'classmates' in the area you want to tell us about.”
Harry closed his eyes and grimaced, not only from the renewed pain but from the title as well. He really wasn't a fan of it. Grinding his teeth together he glared up at Mulciber irritably. "Well then why don't you go ahead and get it over with instead of standing here talking. I would have thought you lot would have realized from your boss after the graveyard scenario that talking only gives you a higher chance of making a mistake." (*facepalm at Harry*)
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Dolohov whirled his wand around furiously and pointed it at a glass mirror next to where Harry was sitting. It shattered from the impact of his spell, showering Harry with its remnants. "That's what you're going to get if you don't shut it" he snarled before turning to Mulciber next. "Shut him up, will you?" He turned a leery expression back to Shalie. "Well if you really don't know Potter than you shouldn't have any trouble repeating to us what you told us earlier in regards to your thoughts about him. Go ahead girlie, tell the chosen one what you really think about him." He prods at her with his wand.
