Corban hunts down the Muggle that assaulted Hermione as well as his family, while the Dark Lord plans to make an example of them all.

It had taken Corban Yaxley several weeks of investigation before he’d finally found the young man who’d assaulted his Lord’s daughter. The boy, Aiden Conner, had been removed from the school where the assault had occurred and taken to a boy’s home temporarily. The blindness as well as being mute had been reversed, as apparently the spell damage hadn’t been quite permanent. He was partially deaf, however—but instead of learning his lesson and leaving young girls alone—the Muggle had become even more violent over the ensuing years.

His parents were still alive, and apparently had enough money and influence to shelter the little shit from the horrors he’d inflicted on other unsuspecting girls.

Yaxley had found him at a bar, on the outskirts of Dublin. Apparently he was a student at Trinity College in his last year studying pre-law—his own Muggle father a well-respected legal solicitor in London.

Yaxley had spent the better part of a week polyjuiced as a college student. He had killed the little twit whose body he’d appropriated. The kid, Martin Kelley, was in some of the same classes as Aiden Connor, so it had given Yaxley an ‘in’ to stalk the Muggle and get close to him.

As luck would have it, there was a college party off campus that Saturday night. Yaxley attended and brought along Thorfinn Rowle with him as back-up. Rowle having graduated from Hogwarts only five years prior, blended in with the college-aged Muggles quite effortlessly.

At the party, there were several pretty girls, but there was one in particular who looked quite a bit like Hermione. Apparently, the creepy Muggle had a type, because he’d wasted no time sauntering over and offering the girl a drink.

It wasn’t but a few moments later, that Yaxley noticed the girl becoming a bit unsteady on her feet—obviously the kid had spiked her drink with something. Catching Thorfinn’s gaze, Yaxley moved into a secluded corner and disillusioned himself, following the Muggle and the girl upstairs into a spacious bedroom.

Moving over into the corner, Yaxley watched as the girl pleaded for Aiden to stop, but he’d pulled down her pants and was about to take himself out and rape the girl, when Yaxley stunned the creepy little bugger from behind.

The kid slumped on the girl who screeched, and then her eyes widened as she saw Corban and then...she started to cry, but he assured her that he was there to help her.

Nodding and sobbing ‘thank you’ Corban obliviated the girl and pressed on his Dark Mark, signaling Rowle that he was leaving. Silently apparating with his cargo, he landed at the gates of Malfoy Manor and met with Rowle there, taking the Muggle through a secret passageway and into the dungeons.

Lucius was waiting for them as he’d offered his help and had managed to secure both parents earlier that evening from their home. The father was angry and kept demanding to know what was happening, while the woman looked petrified. When they saw their son being deposited roughly at their feet within the cell, the woman screamed in terror and the man just looked ashen.

“I suppose you’re wondering why you’ve been brought here?” Lucius drawled arrogantly. “It would seem you’ve been quite remiss in your parental duties and allowed your filthy son to terrorize unsuspecting girls—tonight he would have raped another, had not my friend here intervened.”

The man spat out angrily. “You’re lying!”

“And all your ignorance serves is to make you appear an even bigger fool. You’ve coddled and protected his deviant behaviors—unfortunately for you all, the parents of one of his early victims has ordered us to bring you here for questioning.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” The man demanded warily.

“I’m sure you remember Miss Hermione Granger? Yes?” At the name, both parents flinched in recognition. “She defended herself by rendering your sorry excuse for an offspring temporarily blind, mute and deaf...if I’m not mistaken?”

The man’s angry face, indeed let Lucius know that he’d been aware of how his son had been punished.

“Miss Granger was adopted by her parents...Muggles...who raised her, but alas couldn’t protect her for the likes of your paedophilic son. Her true parents have claimed her, and as such when her father and mother became aware of what transpired ten years ago? They were understandably incensed and demanded retribution on their daughter’s behalf.”

The man stood proudly and glared hatefully. “I will have you know I am a powerful solicitor in London! I will have you all brought up on charges for this!”

Lucius, Yaxley and Rowle laughed deeply at the Muggles histrionics. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken in that assumption. A fact I’m sure you’ll come to understand soon enough.”

Lucius then lifted up his sleeve and pressed on his Dark Mark—while the man and woman moved back into the cell as the Dark Lord swirled into view—his eyes blazing red and a cold sneer set firmly upon his face.

“Ah, Corban; I see you’ve done as I bade you. Are these the offenders?”

Yaxley bowed. “Yes, My Lord.”

“And is this the entirety of the family?”

Yaxley grinned maniacally. “No, my Lord. There is a daughter who is currently attending a boarding school in London. I’ve sent Rabastan to retrieve her and he should be here within the hour. Both sets of Grandparents are deceased. The man there, Bentley Connor has an older brother who lives in Bath with a wife and two grown children. The woman, Madeline has a sister who currently resides in the States...just outside Chicago, with a husband and a teenaged son.”

Bentley and Madeline Connor gasped horrified at the man standing before them with dread and fear.

What was going on?

Voldemort smiled eerily at the two Muggles and gave their unconscious son a look of pure hatred. Waving his hand, the boys body jerked violently, causing his mother to gasp and his father to yell in anger.

“What the fuck are you doing, you freak?”

“Waking your sorry excuse for a son, Muggle.” Turning towards Yaxley, Voldemort sneered as his magic swirled within the room. “Find them all, Corban...you have until the end of the week. When I’d said I wanted them eliminated, I meant all of them.”

Bowing deeply, Corban nodded. “Of course, my Lord, it shall be done as you wish.”

Returning his reddened gaze back to the Muggles, and seeing that the son was finally awake, Voldemort stalked towards the cell and gave each Muggle a condescending look of loathing.

“You allowed your son to violate my daughter—traumatized her—so you will understand that as her father, I can’t allow such treachery to go unpunished.”

“You have no right!” Screamed the older Muggle, while the Dark Lord waved him silent.

“You will find, I have every right and the power to make sure that you will suffer greatly before I kill each and every last one of your family...while you watch—before I end you.”

The Muggle flinched in shock, as his wife whimpered in fear. The son just gave Voldemort a scathing look, as if he didn’t believe a word that was spoken.

Voldemort smirked and turned his wand on the boy, saying ‘crucio’ and watched the boy’s body convulse as he screamed bloody murder—writhing on the floor and eventually defecating all over himself. When the abject lesson was done, Voldemort lifted the curse and sneered evilly at the three family members.

“You will find that I am highly motivated and am more powerful than you can possibly imagine. Please enjoy your stay here as my guests as it will be your last.”

And with that, the Dark Lord apparated away, returning home to tell his witch that the first part of their plan had been successful. Marlene had been adamant that she be allowed to offer her own form of retribution for their daughter and he’d not been able to dissuade her otherwise. Since learning of her condition, he hadn’t wanted her needlessly exerting her magical core—but she’d threatened to hex him, and he’d reacted in a way that had been very pleasing for them both.

She was still recovering however, and he was worried for her in spite of himself, but knew instinctively that Marlene needed to do this...as did he.

He would call a revel—just this once and make it clear to his followers why they were being offered this boon from him. Marlene had been reluctant and secured a promise that the youngest children would not be harmed, but obliviated and taken to an orphanage. He had argued that by doing so, she was possibly condemning them to a similar fate that their daughter had suffered.

She had been livid, refusing to speak with him for two days—but after pondering his words, she’d realized that Tom had a valid point...perhaps it was kinder this way...the children and the younger daughter would be spared a more horrific punishment and Tom would check the minds of the adults to see who had been complicit in the Muggle boy’s acts.

Those who had been, wouldn’t be spared.

It was the only compromise she would agree to.

Tom sighed as he entered Marlene’s sitting room, finding her reading as she always was.

“Hello, Pet.”

Looking up and smiling softly, Marlene waved her wand and had two glasses of firewhiskey placed on the table in front of her.

“Where did you go off to so suddenly, Tom?”

“Malfoy Manor.” Tom took a sip of his firewhiskey, feeling the burn pleasantly work it’s way down his throat. “Corban found the boy and his parents and the rest of the family will be there by the end of the weekend.”

Marlene sighed in understanding. “When will you call the revel?”

Tom looked at his witch, and saw her discomfort. “Soon. I know you’re not happy with my choices, but they are mine. You’ve always known what kind of wizard I am. My nature may be tempered somewhat by having two pieces of my soul returned, as well as having a daughter—but this is who I am. Why do you seem uncomfortable?”

“I’m not exactly. You know how I feel about rape, Tom. I will never agree with that choice and you know that about me—you always have, so why does it surprise you that the thought makes me uncomfortable?”

Sighing in exasperation and pinching the bridge of his nose, Tom glared at his witch.

“I’m not some cuddly wizard who cowers to all your whims, Marlene! I’ve conceded certain issues—allowing other men to fuck you and stopping revels because our daughter would think ill of me for taking up a practice that she’d find abhorrent under normal circumstances. But don’t think that just because I no longer practice revels with my followers, that I’m not out there torturing and asserting my will over others. The Ministry is under my control, but there are still some who are resistant to my way of doing things. While most within the Order have moved back into the shadows, there are still a small few who remain loyal to Dumbledore, despite his dubious choices. I need to protect what is mine, which includes both you and our daughter. If I don’t seek out retribution on her behalf? I will be perceived as being weak and unable to protect her and that is unacceptable.”

“So you plan to make a statement to that effect?”

“Yes, and it will be one my followers will not soon forget.”

Nodding reluctantly, Marlene stood up and made to leave the room, but before she did, she turned to Tom and smiled sadly.

“I will be gone soon, Tom, and you will be responsible for taking care of our daughter—don’t fuck it up.”

And with that, Marlene left the room leaving a stunned and very angry Dark Lord in her wake.