𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

95

INTERROGATION AT THE MINISTRY

TW: violence & threats of sexual assault
( no explicit )

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Everyone gasped and suddenly all the guests were trying to escape and disappear from the marquee. My eyes found quickly Hermione's and I grabbed her wrist, making her focus on me;

"Go grab Harry and Ron and disappear from here," I told her, sounding more serious than ever, "You three are their main goal, we can distract them."

"But— but you?" she stuttered, her eyes shining with worry.

"We'll be fine, hurry up, 'Mione!"

She nodded and suddenly a black shadow burst inside the marquee, scaring the living shit out of us.

Bloody hell.

"Hermione, now!" I told her, grabbing my wand and trying to redirect on the hexed thrown at her.

The faces of the Death Eaters appeared in front of us with their superiority complex and their deadly smiles, ready to fight us. I saw how Harry tried to protect Ginny but Remus stopped him, forcing him to leave with Ron and Hermione. As soon as I made sure they had disappeared, I turned around ready to face those bloody bastards.

My eyes distinguished Dolohov, Yaxley, Goyle and so many more that were already well known by the Order.

I saw how one of the Lestrange brothers was about to curse Fred and, from the distance, I pointed my wand at him furiously.

Not with my man, you fucking son of a bitch.

"EXPULSO!" I cursed out loud, making the filthy Death Eater blaze past and get knocked out against the ground.

Some other Death Eaters around us seemed to recognise me because as soon as they saw me pointing at Lestrange, they approached me, and before I could attack them, one of them grabbed my hair violently, almost making me kneel on the floor.

"Look at that, it's Snape's baby," Avery scoffed, drawling with a hiss, glueing me to his body. "How beautiful Little Circe is, huh?"

"If she wasn't the Order's whore, she would have been such a good fuck, wouldn't she?" Selwin, laughed, histrionic.

My breathing became heavier and messier as I gulped, feeling absolutely disgusted by those two.

"Hands off me, you bastard," I mumbled, with the rage burning in my veins.

"You think Circe would get mad if we have a little fun with her?" Avery pulled his face closer to mine, ignoring my words, sending chills of pure terror all over my body. "Even being a halfbreed, she'd worth the shag. She's only 19, imagine how tight and good she feels," he relished, staring straight into my eyes.

Fucking disgusting.

I was about to spit on his face when I heard a deafening voice, with pure fury flooding the words;

"DARE TO REPEAT THAT TO MY FUCKING FACE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Fred burst, red of rage, coming at us by leaps and bounds with his fists clenched.

The ginger pushed the man off me and before I could even react, Fred dealt such a punch on Avery's face that I heard how his jaw broke, knocking him out. Blind with rage, Weasley kneeled on the floor in front of the unconscious man to keep punching him, covering his hands and white knuckles with that filthy scumbag's blood. I was surprised by Fred's strength, almost forgetting that even though he was slightly lanky, he had been a Beater — and a good one — meaning that he had to be actually pretty strong.