Massacre (Trigger Warning)

A/N: Before anyone asks, no I didn't drop this fic, it just takes time to write two things at once so sometimes I like to focus on one story to save me from writers block. Anyhow, enjoy this chapter, I wrote it thinking it was a nice change of pace with the POV. Also I really wanted to write this because a recent review I read by this Sami guy, kinda motivated me to write this.

++ Fair warning, this chapter is not for the faint of heart, slight TW, attempted rape++

The chapter is fairly long (around 3k words so take your time.)

---------------------------

[ A few hours earlier]

A long dreary night descended, as the horizon darkened. A scrawny young man with short auburn hair scurried around the pitched tents, struggling to carry a few boxes of potions.

He took shallow and quick breaths as he entered a short run down tent, the space inside much larger than it seemed.

His legs quivered as he grunted, barely nudging the crates over the table as he tiptoed. The boy smiled, wiping his brow he heaved a relieved sigh.

Finding his legs sore, the boy collapsed on a chair to rest on as he massaged his knees. Beads of sweat dripping down his nape.

His name was Jeremy Taylor. A meek fourteen year old orphan who had somehow found himself in the death eater business. With no strength or magical talent to speak of, his mere existence was frowned upon.

His only saving grace, a favor the dark lord had granted his late parents, allowing him to serve in his army. Little did the boy know that all of it was merely a sham. Forced to do grunt work and clean up around his fellow comrades the boy was merely disregarded.

Jeremy did not mind, he was practically unseen in the army as long as he did the daily chores, leaving him plenty time to focus on what he really liked. Collecting and brewing potions. Yet once his simple 'talent' was discovered. He was ruthlessly thrown onto a ship sailing across the ocean to Romania.

The reason? His skills were needed, he thought things would improve, perhaps he would be valued? His eyes gleamed with excitement.

Or that was what he hoped, but fate was a cruel and shrewd bitch. Jeremy came with high hopes, but in just two weeks, he was ridiculed on a daily basis, reduced to a simple potion mule. The death eaters thought his talent useless, who needed a potion when they never got injured?

Who would dare fight their forces head on?

In their hubris, they disdained his useless presence. But that wasn't enough.

Once they found that his background wasn't anything impressive, the constant ridicule turned into regular beatings, he found himself spit on, his belongings were often stolen, vandalized or simply shattered out of pure malice.

Jeremy took a few relaxing breaths as he grabbed a potion from the crate, caressing the bottle carefully as he examined the quality of the liquid. Peering through the bottle he assessed the consistency, by twirling the bottle.

Suddenly a few hurried footsteps neared his tent startling the boy, he hurriedly tried to stand up but it was too late.

The moment the figure saw him, a rock flung from his hands as it struck Jeremy in the head, warm blood dripping down the boys face.

"Who the fuck said you could sit on the job?" A feral man growled, wiping his wet lips in a drunker stupor as he walked towards the boy.

Jeremy felt his world spin as he tried to stop the blood, his balance inverted as he dropped to the ground, His eyes welled up, as he clumsily tried crawling away from the man. His weak arms unable to muster any strength.

(++ Fair warning, this chapter is not for the faint of heart, slight TW, attempted rape++)

"No..pl-e" He pleaded, his voice dying in his throat as he watched the man approach.

The man chuckled, holding his head as his eyes gaped open, looking keenly at Jeremy's figure.

"Hey boy, I have another use for you." The man laughed licking his lips, like a wild animal.

The man's bear like burly figure immediately pounced on the boy as he wrestled him to the ground.

"It will be quick I swear, it won't hurt." He whispered in Jeremy's ear, his breath reeking of alcohol.

Fearing for his life, Jeremy found himself unable to even scream as he struggled under the mans grip.

"Hey, quite whining like a bitch." The man roared, as he held Jeremys hands above his head, planting the young boy on the floor.

But before he could continue another man sauntered in.

"Get the fuck off the kid John" He shouted, startling the burly man away.

The man's eyes held disgust as he looked at John, but as his gaze shifted to Jeremy it turned even colder.

"Get a fucking whore if you're going to act like a wild pig. Get out of my sight." The man gestured like swatting an annoying fly.

With a grunt, John sprang up from the ground and walked out the tent, having no intention of going against his superior

Jeremy squirmed on the floor, still holding his head, as the man stepped closer.

"And you, little wench. Are you so useless that the only thing you can do is seduce my men?" He spat in the boys face and slapped a long list of potions on him.

"You better get those ready by next week, or else I won't feel inclined to stop that fat pig from coming to your room." A disgusting expression plastered across his face, like he had smelled spoiled milk.

"A whore like your mother." The man muttered under his breath as he left.

His lineage was brought into question as they commented on how he had even ended up in the army. Some suggested his father begged the Dark Lord till he accepted out of sheer annoyance, but then killed the man as he found out his son was talentless.

Whereas some talked with great detail on how his mother passionately serviced the lord who in his great magnanimity, allowed the son of a whore into this army.

Jeremey's eyes peered downwards his vision still hazy, a faint melancholic hue colored his pupils as he wiped his eyes, refusing to cry.

'I won't cry, I won't cry' He muttered under his breath as he took sharp breaths, nearing losing his composure.

Jeremy leaned against the wall as he struggled to stand up. His left hand clutching his bruised skull.

He swiftly browsed his stock of potions and grabbed an old dusty vial of green sludge. Corking it open, he quickly spread the concoction over his bruise as it began closing up. Jeremy clenched his teeth as a burning pain pulsated in his skull.

Feeling his wound close, he relaxed and let go of his head. Catching his breath against the wall. His eyes were swollen, blood smeared over his face and chest and arms were bruised. Like a mangled doll he sat against the wall.

Jeremy felt his eyes grow heavy as he simply wanted to forget what happened. A wave of exhaustion took over as the boy dozed off to sleep.

-------------------------

[ Time of the attack]

Jeremy felt his eye's twitch, as a strange mist flooded his tent.

"What's happening.." He wiped his drool as he slowly got up, peering outside his shabby home.

"Wha-" Jeremy felt confused, all of a sudden it felt like, there was this strange obscuring film, isolating them from the outside as more cloudy mist flooded the horizon. It all almost seemed intentional.

He rubbed his eyes and cursed under his breath.

"Fuck, did the old medicine infect me somehow." He worried, and looked up.

The glimmering night sky was slowly covered by the cloudy mist and Jeremy realized that something was amiss. Feeling his heartbeat quicken he rushed inside his tent.

Instinctively the boy quickly grabbed a few important things as he snatched an old leather satchel and shoved it full of several potions and a few coin coffers he had hidden around his tent.

His hands shoved whatever else inside his pockets as he hastened outside.

Jeremy discretely walked through the numerous tents, trying to find a way to leave as he couldn't explain this indescribable feeling of imminent terror as his heart skipped a few beats.

The death eaters danced around the fire, akin to a bunch of drunker hooligans, while the older members remained solemnly at the side, sipping their goblets. It was then, that a mist slithered into their midst.

A cloudy fog dense enough to put out their fires one by one as a tense tremor pulsed through the gathered wizards. Their eyes grew sharp as a single figure donning a blue coat marched towards them wand by his side.

In their drunken ecstasy, they thought it was a mirage, but the man spoke as his wand flared up, immediately the other death eaters began shuffling for their wands as his voice rang out.

"Bombarda Maxima" ~

----------------------------

Jeremy scrambled around the camp site, looking for a way to scuttle off without any prying eyes.

He looked towards the center of the camp where the fog was dense, as he saw a small flash in the distance.

"What?" He squinted, unable to identify the glint, but then a terrifying shockwave followed as the camp erupted in a fiery explosion.

The ground shook and the winds howled as the blast engulfed everything. Jeremy fell silent as his mouth flew open, unable to register what had occurred as the resulting fierce winds threatened to topple him over.

*Badump*

His heartbeat quickened. Blood rushed to his head as he panicked

'We're under attack.' He immediately concluded, frozen in place for a second as his mind raced.

'I need to run'

Jeremy turned back to where he came, sprinting as fast as his legs took him.

'I need to find another exit'

*Badump* *Badump*

He cursed himself for not paying attention to his surroundings. No matter what he recalled, he couldn't understand where the exit had disappeared. Feeling his heart race, Jeremy clutched his satchel and continued running.

The first explosion wasn't the end, as he felt multiple tremors emerging from the center. A battle had broken out as he saw hexes and curses flung to the other side, their flickering light illuminating the dark cloudy horizon.

Jeremy looked back, terrified.

'Fuck' 'Fuck'

'I can't die like this' He thought to himself, determined to survive.

He heard a flurry of steps behind him as he saw the remaining death eaters running to the center to provide help. Making him stop in his tracks.

They ignored his presence as they shot past him, fully absorbed in the battle. Jeremy heaved a sigh of relief as he thought he was done for.

But what happened next was akin to a nightmare he could never wake up from.

Whips rang out in the distance as a new group of blue coats emerged flanking the death eaters, as a furious duel rang out in front of his very eyes.

~AVADA KEDAVRA

A green bolt struck a death eater near him reaping his soul, Jeremy watched in horror as lifeless body slumped hitting his feet.

*Badump* *Badump* *Badump*

~EXPULSO

~Crucio

~Reducto

A series of spells immediately flashed ahead as the death eaters were easily killed. The boy's blood ran cold as he saw that sight.

His steps quickened, as he felt the gaze of the blue coats shift to him. Luckily, another group of death eaters rushed in, saving his pitiful life.

Weaving and bobbing through the barrage of spells each side threw, the orphan scurried like a rat through the battlefield.

Each step he took, he saw the blue coats apparating in and out like phantoms. He saw as heads rolled, entire men burned alive in a raging fire, serpentine vines that latched onto any man foolish enough to step close and then wrung their bodies dry of blood.

Like a deer in the headlights, he ran, and ran, and ran. Finding himself unconsciously returning to his tent as he heard the air whip behind him.

'They found me' His eyes were distraught he glanced behind only to see no one present. Not letting it stop him he rushed, through his old home.

"Fuck why did I come here." He muttered as he took a sharp turn.

Jeremy was blindsided as he collided head on with John. Draining the color from his face.

The burly man still in his drunker stupor, was knocked awake by the boy who rushed into him. As he barely opened his drowsy eyes.

"Hoo, you bitch, you think you can fight me now." He grumbled, half asleep as he latched onto the boys leg stopping him from running.

Jeremy was like a rattle dog as he ferociously kicked the mans arms, trying to run.

"LET ME GO, You Bastard, they're coming. They will kill you too." Jeremy barked unable to contain his anger.

John growled, angered by the boys behavior. He felt that no matter what, he would do what he had set out to do earlier. As lust flashed in his eyes, but before he could act a sharp whistle sounded from afar.

A sharp wind swiped through neck, like an invisible sword as John felt a rustic taste in his mouth.

"Wha-" He spat out, his tongue went numb as his head slowly rolled to the floor, his headless corpse tumbled down.

Jeremy felt his his mind go numb as he saw the fat pig beheaded, a but a moment later he got his leg free and sprang up to run.

But just as he did, he glanced back, almost unsure of himself as he lingered.

Jeremy grit his teeth as he wound up his leg the furthest he could and with whatever strength he could muster, he kicked the severed heard, caving it's teeth in. As he heaved an angry breath.

"That was for everything." He muttered, immediately making himself scarce as he ran.

Unbeknownst to him, a hidden figure chuckled twirling his wand, seeing the boy leave,

"How amusing." the young wizard spoke, deciding to follow Jeremy as he leisurely apparated to behind the boy.

------------------------------

*Badump* *Badump* *Badump*

Jeremy ran for what he thought was hours but no matter what he did, he couldn't "escape" this place.

'Why'

'Why now'

He despaired, was this all really a nightmare? One he couldn't wake up from. He shivered, as he saw someone walk up to him.

A masked figure wearing a blue coat.

Jeremy's heart skipped a beat as he saw who it was.

'They came for me' His mind went blank.

"L-Look, I don't know who you are. Please, let me go." He pleaded.

But the masked wizard did not reply, simply stepping closer.

Fearing the biggest crisis of his life, Jeremy shuffled in his bag as he clutched several bottles of potions.

Ferociously chucking the potions at the wizard who simply flicked his hand as the bottles began to float around him.

Jeremy clutched his bag as he took the satchel off, he slowly backed up.

"L-Look I've got some money, it's all in here." He stammered.

Jeremy chucked his bag to the side as he sprinted for his life, but to his dismay the masked wizard simply appeared in front of him kicking him backwards.

Holding his stomach Jeremy stumbled to the ground in pain.

"Please." He begged.

"I've done nothing", tears welled up in his eyes, as they dripped down.

'Sorry mom, I broke our promise. I am sorry' He muttered and wept as his tears gushed out.

The wizard looked at him with some curiosity as he drew his wand. Feeling his end, Jeremy closed his eyes shut.

A spell flared from the wand as it hit his body, like a warm bee sting. Paralyzing him completely.

'Please just kill me' He begged inside, not wanting to be tortured.

Just as he did. another blue coat appeared beside the wizard, as he looked towards Jeremy.

"Need a hand finishing the job?" The man pointed his wand at Jeremy as a green hue lingered at the tip.

"No, we're taking this one alive." The masked wizard replied.

The man knitted his brows as he looked at Jeremy once again but then nodded.

"We have enough hostages, but I guess one more won't matter. Zagreus is looking for you, grab him and come." The man replied, apparating away.

Jeremy felt his conscious start to fade as the masked wizard walked up to him wordlessly and struck a few sleeping charms.

The last thing he could recall was being flung over someone's shoulder, as he then felt his body being stretched through a small pipe, like he'd been squeezed and put back together.

---------------------------------------

[Camp Site]

Zagreus surveyed the surroundings as he counted the number of hostages. He looked towards a team as he asked.

"What are our losses."

The wizard facing him did a few mental calculations as he replied.

"No fatalities, but a few have minor injuries. Some days in the infirmary should bring them back to top shape."

Zagreus nodded signing off a few orders for medication as he had his injured assigned to rest.

He then looked towards the outskirts, patiently waiting for one young wizard.

"Where is he?" He worried.

Perhaps, it was silly to worry. Zagreus knew Zack's skill. There was no way he was injured. But he couldn't help it. Perhaps, he had grown attached.

Spotting Dmitry apparating back he walked over, as he saw his friend stash his wand.

"So?" He followed up.

"Nothing to worry about. He got us another hostage. Though I am not really sure why." Dmitry replied, as he waved Zagreus off.

A few seconds later, Zack's figure emerged, a young boy hurled over his shoulder as he slowly laid the boy down in a nearby stretcher.

Zagreus observed the boy as he looked for an explanation his eyes glancing towards Zack.

"I found him trying to run so I caught him" Zack shrugged, as he wiped his hand on his face, removing the illusory mask he had donned.

"The question, is why he is alive Zack." A sharp retort came.

Zack frowned as he heard the question. Why had he chosen to not kill the boy? He didn't know. He just thought it was amusing when the boy kicked the dead man's head. He saw the anger in his eyes, which piqued his curiosity.

He contemplated an answer as he finally spoke out.

"I don't know, I guess I found him amusing. We can kill him off later." He replied, his mind now busy trying to think why he had bothered not killing the boy.

Zagreus raised a brow as he looked to Dmitry, who was similarly confused. The two sighed as they let the matter go. A single hostage wouldn't affect their plans.

"Gather the teams, we're going back." Zagreus commanded, holding his portkey.

Dmitry nodded as he called for Andrei.

The wizards soon gathered as they used their portkeys once more, leaving the battlefield without a trace.

----------------------------------------

A/N: Hope you enjoyed I guess? I don't know, let me know if you did, leave a comment I guess. Fun chapters planned ahead.