Who: Hestia Jones [Grab-me!] & an old enemy
What: Special delivery.
Where: Ministry of Magic
When: Thursday Morning
Rating: High for volence.




The package arrived in Hestia Jone's office early in the morning, dropped off on the first mail round. It sat innocently on her desk, a cardboard box of no siginificance. It wasn't until the door was closed and the package forgotten that the scratching began.

The side of the box caved in and tiny claws curled around the edge of the hole, followed by a muzzle of a smalle dog-like face. Two watery black eyes peered around the room suspiciously before the creature climbed out of the box.

It was a bat; brown fur, black leathery wings, and two large ears. Its claws clicked on the desk as it clumsily crawled along to the edge and dropped on the floor with a soft 'plop'. The bat continued to spider its way over to the corner of the room behind the chair, where it
wrapped its leathery wings around itself and settled in to wait, small, obscure and unnoticeable.


Hestia, as usual these days, arrived early to work. She couldn't afford not to - their aurors were stretched thin on the ground due to being busy protecting anyone who might evevn be considered to be the next assassination target. If whomever had done that was planning another, that was. The whole thing didn't make any sense, what with Minister Shacklebot being somewhat popular, and the Wizarding world currently being at peace.

After moving through the minstry's many corridors to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Hestia headed down the corridor which led to her office, and opened the old oak door using her wand. She was thankful that her office had been more thoroughly warded now, meaning that it was going to be difficult for anyone to get in.

She glanced around quickly, noticing nothing amiss, before moving over to her desk and sitting down behind it, sighing out as she did so. Let the day's madness begin.


The bat watched and waited, its ears perked and sensitive to the sounds outside the office. Hestia was early, and her department was quiet, which meant the bat didn't have to wait long before it felt safe enough to move. Slowly and soundlessly, the creature began to stretch, rising up from its spot behind Hestia's chair. Leathery wings became thick black robes, and watery black eyes became a sharp human gaze.

Rodolphus Lestrange didn't make a sound as he drew his wand, he couldn't afford to give her a warning, any sort of alert and everything could be lost. The tip of his wand slid under he chin and pressed into her throat, and his hand snapped to her hair simultaneously, dragging her head back.
"If you make a sound," He said quietly, "I will slit your throat from ear to ear."


Hestia had begun to shuffle through the intra-office memo's that had found their way to her desk, and was cursing softly at one in particular when she heard the sound. What in the bloody hell was happening?! She could feel cold, hard panic in her stomach, rising up to her throat, enveloping the place where she could feel the intruder's wand touching.

She sincerely wanted nothing more than to scream, but she knew there was hardly anyone else in the department anyway, and clearly the individual behind her meant business. She stayed deathly still, her breathing fast and shallow, such was her panic. Eventually, she managed to make a small motion - a sort of half nod, more of a tiny incline of the head than anything else.


"Good girl," Rodolphus hissed, a cruel smile twisting on his lips. He released her hair, keeping his wand pressed against her throat, and his eyes never left her as he reached out and took her wand from her desk, "Now then. You're going to take me to Azkaban. I'm sure you have your own way into the prison."

The Death Eater grabbed her shoulder and dragged her up and out of her chair, "And remember, if you make a sound..." He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a small spot of blood welled up and slid slowly down her neck where his wand was pressed. Just enough to sting...