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        Nothing could be better than the treat she had received from those dear snatchers her master had employed to find and bring forth all those who would choose to hide from his rule.  In truth most were taking to the Ministry of Magic to face persecution, however, the little piece of dirt before her was far more precious to simply be taken to the toad in pink to face an inquiry.  No.  The Golden Girl of the trio, Harry Potter’s most important asset - the brain of all his plans.  Darkened eyes glimmered with amusement, seeing the fear slowly ebb into her eyes. Delicious.  Completely and utterly delicious. Oh how the Dark Lord would praise her if she got the information she needed, the whereabouts of the itty bitty Potter baby.  

                                                “ Something wrong muddy?
                                                          You seem a bit, pale.”

{ Her eyes and tone were teasing
  reveling in the fear evident before her.
  Pleasure shot up her spine while
  her fingers produced her wand 
  removing it from its holster,
  tapping it against her pale lips.} 

       She had not calculated the possibilty of the three being separated like this. She’d been caught, but then did that mean Harry and Ron had as well? She hoped that was not the case– she hoped that they had managed to escape. Because if anyone needed to survive this war, it was Harry Potter. She was positive about that fact.

  Breathing in a shallow breath, her eyes did not leave the woman despite how badly she wished to look away. Her wand had been taken away, or lost, but whichever it was, she did not have it. Right then, she was merely helpless, though she wished to not think about it. The bigger picture did not look very bright for the young witch.

  She knew better than to speak carelessly – especially with her. She would hold her tongue unless it was absolutely necessary.