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01/03/2021 01:44 PM 

Two Days to Give Me Weasley.

Two Days To Give Me Weasley.
Mentions: Albert Runcorn. Percy Weasley. Devon Peterson. Zoshia Burnley.


Fingers splayed along the wand in her hand Penelope stared at the hooded figure in front of her, her knees beginning to tremble violently as she fought to maintain her composure. All around her she could hear the screams of others as they were dragged from offices by the hair. The Ministry of Magic was a wreck, there was no other way to put it. It was filled with death eaters, each of them with their own task at hand. It was no secret that Penelope had long since tried to pretend that her own blood status was far from important, the muggle born registration commission was far scarier than anything else she had ever seen in her life, but she thought that she had found a way out of that, giving another name for her own she had been spared the trial. At least for now. Things had changed practically overnight, the blonde could feel it with every step she had taken until her world had spun on its head and she had been thrown against the nearest wall. “I told you… I don’t know anything… please… please let me go…” She would not show weakness. Weakness and Penelope were two words that you would never find in the same sentence.

Shoving the wand into her throat the blonde gasped, her eyes widened as she fought to keep her emotions from her face. “You think because you’re a toy for Runcorn that you’re safe but we all know that you’re just a mudblood whore.” He spat the words, spittle flying from his mouth landing on her face. Resisting the urge to flinch Penelope held firm against the wand at her throat, forcing herself to remain standing despite the tremble in her knee. She could not show weakness. It was the one thought that continued to go around and around in her head. “You know everything, don’t you little bitch?” The voice continued to sneer at her, forcing her backwards against the nearest wall. In a way she was glad, that wall behind her would keep her from falling to the ground at his feet which was something that the blonde witch was never going to let happen. He shoved the wand harder and the blonde hit the wall with a thud, the back of her skull hitting a fancy molding on the wall. Wincing at the pain she held her breath, unwilling to speak. “Yeah, I bet that must have f***ing hurt.” He sneered.

From the slit in his hood she could see the anger in his eyes, the disgust that he was also there with someone that he thought was beneath him, but she was not going to go down without a fight. Even if—merlin forbid—she was unable to manipulate her way out of it, she was not about to let them break her. She was poison. She could get into his head, could make him crumble at her feet it she wanted to… all she needed was a hook, something to cling to in order to get into his head. “I really don’t know anything… please… if I knew something I would tell you. I don’t deserve to die.” It was debatable, there were likely certain boys out there that heard her name and still screamed internally. They would have been better off without her, sure, but no one deserved to die… right? Maybe even Percy, maybe he would have been better off without her, but that was a thought that Penelope never wanted to think about. He had been her greatest game, her favourite toy. The fact that he was unable to escape her even at the ministry was a bonus, but it was much more than that. If Zoshia had not come back into the picture she would have had him still. That was why she had given her name to the muggle born regulation commission—she had taken away her favourite toy.

Abandoning the wand in his hand the hooded figure wrapped his fingers around her neck, pulling her away from the wall just far enough to slam her back into it, ensuring that her skull hit the molding all over again. A gasp fell from her lips as her wand dropped to the floor with a clatter. “No…” Her hands tried to pull his own away from her throat but he was much stronger than her. “Please…” Tears filled her eyes as she struggled but he merely laughed at her. “Filthy little bitch, don’t think I don’t know your type.. I do… you’re one of the ones that think you can get whatever the hell you want because you are entitled… for a f***ing mudblood its almost admirable.” He sneered, his grip on her throat tightening as he shoved her harder against the wall. Weakness was brimming from her as she fought against his grip but there was nothing Penelope could do, her legs would not move, it was as though they had turned to stone. Had she the strength she would have kicked him in the balls, but she could not move. Her porcelain faced was flushed pink, a hue that she normally found herself avoiding, now, it was everywhere. If she knew what it was that he wanted she would have given it to him for her life.

“Now listen here… I don’t have time to f*** around… where is the Potter boy hiding? I know you know… that’s why you’re still here, why you’re still alive… for now.” As she heard his words Penelope’s eyes widened, her fingers still grappling for freedom. If she had any inclination as to where he was she would have told him, if only for her own life. This was not what she had expected. “I don’t know where he is!” Snarling in fury his grip on her throat tightened and he threw her against the wall harder than before. A gasp fell from her lips, the tears that had filled her eyes previously began to trickle down her face as blood began to seep into her blonde tresses. “You filthy lying mudblood whore!” His voice echoed around the atrium to the point that others stopped to stare at him. For the first time in her life Penelope began to feel a sense of hopelessness seep into her as she grappled with his grip. I don’t want to die. These were the words that were going around in her mind. It was no longer a matter of showing weakness. Now it was a matter of keeping herself alive no matter what the cost.

His hand tightened on her throat, wands abandoned on the floor at their feet as her grip on his hand weakened. Deep down the blonde knew that this was going to be the end. The end of a life that she had spent playing games with boys who she deemed worthless, screwing with them until they felt as though their lives were over. Perhaps they were. Perhaps hers was. Was this how they felt in those moments? It was unthinkable. Penelope was supposed to live to inflict further pain on those around, there was nothing else that she could do. With his free hand the hooded figure reached behind her head, tugging on the strands of blonde as hard as he could, fingers covered in her blood as he pulled away. With an almost gentle caress he wiped it upon her cheek, the tears continuing to stream down her face as she fought to gag in disgust. Blood. Even her own made her feel ill, it had always been that way. The girl that was a poison pill to several others had fought to keep her own weakness as hidden as she could. She could handle almost anything else but blood… it was the one weakness that no one had been able to figure out, not even Percy.

“NOOOO!” The roar echoed through the atrium causing a flicker of hope to flare in the blonde. It was a voice that she would know even as she heard the fury in his voice, Runcorn. Flicking his wand the two separated, Penelope falling back against the wall, her fingers dug into it to stop herself from sliding to the ground. The feel of her own blood on her cheek had rendered her speechless, the inner battle to keep from freaking out about it was keeping her from wondering just why Runcorn had come to her rescue. Leaning over the hooded figure Runcorn lifted him up by the front of his robes and shoved him away as hard as he could. “She’s mine, understood? Mine. It was the look in his eyes that made him nod his head and murmur an apology, scuttling away from the pair of them. Had she looked up when he retreated Penelope would have realised who it was, would have realised that it was far more personal than just wanting to know where the Potter boy was. Devon Peters wanted her dead for what she had done to his brother, regardless of what Runcorn said he was going to make sure that she was his. She would become his toy… it was just a matter of time.

Staring at the blonde as she fought to control herself, unwilling to fall to the floor Runcorn sneered and picking up her wand he threw it at her. It hit Penelope in the face, causing her to jump. That movement was all she needed as her knees gave out and she fell to the ground with a thump. “I know you don’t know where Potter is, I’m not a f***ing idiot like the others… but you know where Weasley is, and he will know where he is.” Penelope barely heard his words as he crouched down beside her, gently moving a lock of hair behind her ear. This was the girl that had done everything for him, she thought she was playing him, but Runcorn knew better. She was just a pawn in the long run. “And you’re going to find him for me… or I will hand you off to Peters and he won’t treat you as gently he did today.” She could feel herself shaking as she heard the words but the blonde could not bring herself to open her mouth. Even she knew that this was not the right time. “You have two days to give me Weasley… or I give you to him.

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