'Madam' sat alone on a bench after training with Percy . Thinking about him and his numerous concerns, comforts and his overall purity.

'Is this right?'
'We're tainting him! I'm tainting him! But this is our way; the way we found, the one we follow! If I'm so loyal why am I thinking these stupid things! Or are they stupid?? I've always believed in us,-our practices! But he, he's being  manipulated and I'm the one doing it! It's our practice so why...Why am I doubting? Our lord.. is he really evi-'

Her thoughts were interrupted by a fellow death eater. "Butter bear? You're conquests with the young weapon are quite impressive."

"He's not just a weapon."

The man scoffed, "of course he is! Why else would we tolerate him?-Well I mean other than our Dark Lord's request of course,- but why do you talk such foolishness Hecate?"

Madam was taken aback by her real name for a moment, as she was adapting to her 'silly boy: Percy'. She debated sharing her thoughts, concerned about her fellow members reaction. Even so, she decided to speak after taking a sip of her butter beer and placing it next to her on the bench.

"He's so innocent. I know it's an order to keep him sheltered and loyal and everything but.. manipulating him.. even if it's my job its-"

The death eater choked her against the wall behind them: the momentum's force knocking over and breaking the drink and its glass. "Are you having second thoughts?? How dare you. Filth. You should know his power and grace. Our job is to aid him in his conquests, it's the highest position for us, we are low compared to him! It is the greatest place to be! Under the most powerful wizard.. how could you have conflicting thoughts? How can you speak that way? He is our master. If he heard this- and you're lucky he won't- he would do much worse to you than any unreasonable guilt you may bare! Understand?"

"...y..es.." She said with tears rolling down her face, "..v..ery much.."

The death eater scoffed, "Good." He said, raising his eyebrows bluntly. He walked after picking up his butterbeer, all while staring at her intimidatingly.

She pulled down her hood. Sobbing continuously in further confusion. But with a continuous message coming through to her;

'It's not about if I want to. I have to. I'm so sorry my baby. He'll kill me if I don't.  I need to live for my Lou, she's young too. I'm no good for you my boy. I'm sorry.'

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Sup readers, welcome to a new story! I have many chapters already written, but I am planning to do heavy editing so they won't be out until later on. I will post them at a steady rate, so ye.

Thanks so much for readying this by the way! My friend and I worked so hard to make this plot line and I'm really excited to see what you all think!

Anyways, I'll let you move on now.

Hope you enjoyed!

The one and only,
Juliet_Nebula