Capturing Death Eaters

Meeting Andromeda Tonks had been a surprise.

The woman was more kind than any other woman he'd personally known in this life. And yet, she was also firm when it was needed of her.

He had taken an instant liking to the woman in their first meeting.

And judging by the way she treated him over the next few hours, he knew that the feeling was mutual.

She had treated him far better than Petunia Dursley ever had. But then again, that not much of an achievement considering how every other adult woman he'd met so far had treated him better than Petunia.

It's a sad day for a person when he realize that his own blood treats him worse than strangers.

So it was perhaps a good thing that he never really saw the Dursleys as his own blood.

But regardless, the point stood that Andromeda Tonks had treated him with kindness and respect.

Ted Tonks had put on a more serious front but it was instantly clear to Harry that the man just as kind if not more, than Andromeda. Then again, he was a Hufflepuff and there were few people from that house that weren't inherently kind.

Their only daughter, Nymphedora Tonks, the only Tonks he had seen in the movies, was ironically not present and from what Andromeda told him, she was currently getting drilled by Madeye Moody in some training area.

It was clear to see that the woman was proud of her daughter who, despite her inherent clumsiness, had put a lot of effort into becoming an auror and had caught The Mad eye Moody's interest who had made her into his Portege by the end of their first meeting.

He had often wondered who would win a fight between Madeye Moody and Professor Flitwick.

After all, both were legends in their own rights.

Andromeda Tonks had tried to make him comfortable by talking about his time in the school. And if the other kids gave him problem for being a Parseltongue.

And when he had shown how disinterested he was in that conversation, she had dropped it just as quickly and then they had moved on to talk about Sirius Black.

The innocent man who was wrongfully imprisoned in that hell for a whole decade.

He then repeated what he'd told her in the letter and had told Ted Tonks that if Sirius is able to get a trial then his innocence would come to light without much problem and Ted had agreed to help him considering how Sirius could practically be considered family.

That talk went on for a while and by the end of it, he had a good idea about how the judicial system in the ministry worked though not much more then that.

Then they talked about other things that he had planned to deal with for a good while.

Fictional books regarding his life, that had nothing to do with his actual life. Figurines, clothes, toys that showed his face and the scar without his express permission or ever sending him any royalty for it.

All these things needed to be taken care of sooner or later.

And he needed a lawyer who was loyal to him who would be able to deal with these people and fleece as much money off of them as possible.

By the end of the their talk, Ted had promised him that he would deal with those people and he had left the house in a good mood.

If Ted was able to legally win the case against those who used his name without his express permission, then he would become even richer than he was now.

Which was a good thing in his mind.

The richer you are. The better.

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It was just another day at work for Walden Mcnair.

He had just finished another case given to the hit wizards where a woman was complaining about a Werewolf being too loud on the moon night.

He didn't knew what kind of self respecting witch lived with a werewolf for a neighbor.

The witch was probably a mudblood or a halfblood.

Lowly creatures.

But regardless of how dirty their blood was, they were still wizards and witches. And they would always stand higher than the half breeds known as Werewolves who should all be put to death in his mind.

But he didn't make the rules so abominations like them still lived in their society. Acting like animals and dirtying the space.

The case was simple enough at first but then they heard that there had been a small fight and the woman had brutally wounded the werewolf in anger with curses and jinxes.

Now, he was a proper pureblood wizard and he was proud to work in a ministry where upstanding citizen like Lucius Malfoy kept things under check but he also knew that there were a few blood traitors working in the ministry.

People who would not like it if the news about this attack was to be known by others.

So he, the Executioner for the Committee for the Disposal of Creatures at the Ministry of Magic was sent in order to calm down the situation and show the disgusting halfbreeds their proper place.

At seeing the Executioner, the injured Werewolf had paled and after a few threats, he had promptly dropped the charges against the woman and had deserted his house soon after that.

Now that was a job well done.

If only he could show those halfbreeds and mudbloods their proper place every single day. Then his life would truly be complete.

Or so he thought as he entered his small office where he kept his executioner's blade and his executioner's dress.

He was halfway through undressing when he saw a red light coming out of thin air from the corner of the room and then he knew no more.

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He woke up in a cold and dark cell, totally naked, without his wand feeling cold, thirsty, hungry and above all, afraid.

What had happened?

Where was this place?

Where were his clothes?

Why was he brought here?

This was not Azkaban, was it?

He had been to that hell hole of a prison once before in his life and had promised himself to never go back there. Ever again.

Dying was much preferable to him than going to that hell.

Was this Azkaban?

Has someone thrown him here by mistake?

He squinted his eyes and looked around the dark cell in order to find something to wrap around himself as the cold was starting to get to him by now and lo and behold, at the corner of the cell, he could see a set of dress along with a loaf of bread and a bottle filled with water.

He dove upon the dress with energy that he didn't knew he had and after wearing them, he fell on the loaf of bread without caring for the lack of manners that his mother had so fervently installed within him since when he was child.

There was no one nearby to see his manners anyway.

Moreover, how long had he been in this cell?

How long had he been unconscious.

Taking a proper look around made him realize that there was no windows in any of the walls and the only light that illuminated the cell was coming from two candles kept at the other ends of the room.

He was brought out of his thoughts as he heard a groan coming from the other side of the wall.

He guess that there was another prison cell on the other side of the wall as well.

"Hello." He shouted, his voice echoing loudly in the closed space. "Anyone there."

"Walden. Walden Macnair. Is that you?" a voice from the other side of the room answered him. The voice of a female.

A voice that he'd heard many times in his days as a death eater when he was still in the service of Lord Voldemort.

"Alecto. Alecto is that you."

"Yes it's me you idiot. What are you doing here?" she snapped and he held the urge to snap back at her. But if she was here then it was likely that her brother was here as well.

And he didn't want to get on their bad side.

The twins were not very spectacular witch or wizard but they both always worked together and both of them had impeccable coordination so going against them would be a bad idea.

So he held back his anger and replied "I don't know. One minute I was in my office in the ministry and then… I think I saw a red light. And then I woke up here. Alone and hungry."

"You're not alone." The other voice, that he now recognized as Amycus Carrow replied.

"Yes." I can see that as well you fool. "Do you know how you came here? Who took us?"

"I… I don't know." Amycus Carrow replied in a defeated tone. "I've seen the person who captured and brought us here but he always wears a mask.

He also takes out one of us every time he comes around and… experiments on us." He finished and Walden felt a shiver go down his spine at that.

"Experiment?" he squeaked.

"Nothing particularly harmful." Alecto replied. She was always the bold one of the two. "At least not yet. And for your information, Peter Pettegrew is here as well. Though the son of a bitch who captured us had taken him outside for his stupid experiments."

"What kind of experiments?" he asked fearfully.

He was surprised by the fact that Peter Pettegrew was alive. But he didn't really cared at this moment considering how his own life now hung in the balance.

Whoever had brought them here clearly had a vendetta against Death eaters.

He himself had killed his fair share of muggles in the last war despite the fact that he had participated in very few battles against ministry aurors or the members of the Order of the Pheonix.

That was also the main reason why he was able to escape the fate of being sent to the Azkaban after the last war.

When you kill a muggle, it's rather easy to hide all the evidence leading to that muggle's death.

But now.

What the hell was he supposed to do now?

He was brought out of his thoughts as he heard a door being flung open. He got up to his feet and tried to peer through the bars in his cell at the person who had just entered the room.

Two sets of footsteps. One calm, the other forced. One filled with confidence. The other hurried and fearful.

He could only see their shadows cast by the light entering through the door so he was not able to properly guess the identity of the two men.

Still, Alecto had said that Peter Pettegrew had been taken for experiment so perhaps one of them was Peter.

But then that would mean that…

"Looking for me. Walden Macnair." He fell down on the floor as a masked man… no, child suddenly came in front of his cell.

The man, no, boy was wearing a full black dress with a hood that hid his hair. And a silver mask, similar to the one they wore before going on raids.

The attire of a death eater, he realized.

The voice he heard was distorted by magic so he still had no idea who the boy was but for some reason, he felt more fear than he had originally felt as the boy scrutinized him through the slitted holes in that mask.

As if the boy was looking at an insect and judging it's value.

And before he could say another word, a red spark came out the boy's wand and he lost consciousness once again.