The Truth Behind the Veil ✔️

Veritaserum

TW:

Torture, blood, etc.

This one's intense. Sorry guys.

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    Fawn landed harshly on a stone floor in a large, empty room. Her wrists were already red fromi the ropes chafing against them.

   A second later Fawn found herself leaned up against a wall, still paralyzed from the neck down.

    "Let's call the Dark Lord," a masked woman, Fawn could easily recognize as Bellatrix Lestrange, demanded.

    "Wait a moment, Bella," Lucius Malfoy's low, silky voice called out. "Let's not be hasty."

   Lucius strode up to the frozen young woman. He muttered the spell to release her from the petrifying spell and laughed as she crumpled helplessly to the floor. He knelt down to her level, pressing his wand under her chin. Fawn struggled under the pressure to no avail.

   "Name?"

    Could she lie her way out of this? Surely not. There had to be Veritaserum in this place somewhere. Her lies wouldn't hold up for one second against it.

   "Fawn," she rasped, finding it hard to speak with the wooden weapon poking into her vocal cords.

    "Last...Name," Lucius commanded, pushing his wand deeper, cutting off her breath.

  "B-Briggs."

    A grin spread across his pale face, while the Death-Eaters around him murmured in victory.

   "Well," said Lucius, standing up slowly, and turning to face the group, "we got her." He nodded his head to Bellatrix. "Call him, now, Bella."

   Fawn watched helplessly as every Dark Mark darkened and moved. Every Death-Eater's forearm tensed under what was definitely pain from such evil magic ripping through their veins.

    There was no crack as the Dark Lord arrived. He simply appeared.

   Fawn had never seen him personally. She had heard Harry's tales about him but, until now, had never gotten the chance to glimpse him herself.

    He was, simply put, terrifying. He was so deathly pale that he had a blue sheen to him. There was a faint outline of scales running under his skin. His fingers were long and almost entirely bone. His nails needed desperately to be trimmed and they were black; dirty. His robes hung off his body loosely, as though the only thing holding them up was his shoulders. His nose was missing, replaced with two slits. His lips were blue and thin and from his mouth came an equally blue tongue.

    The scariest part perhaps was his eyes. They were human-size but were red, entirely red. He had no pupils, no sclera; just red, blood red.

   "Fawn Briggs, is it?" His voice was soft, threatening.

   Fawn swallowed down the bile that had risen to her throat. "Yes," she whispered hoarsely.

   He flicked his wand and Fawn up, standing against the wall again. "What do you know about Regulus Black?"

    A pang of guilt bubbled in her stomach. She had failed him. She had failed Regulus. She needed to lie like there was no tomorrow. There was a very good chance there wouldn't  be.

    She wondered to herself, if this was how his last moments looked. Maybe he too, was pressed up against a wall, thoughts rushing through his head, looking for a way to survive. Had he been looking into this monster's eyes knowing well that it was the end for him too?