*drip*

"Why am I here?" Whimpered I whimpered in the dark. Blindfolded. The sound of water dripping onto stone and the small squeaks and scratching of rats magnify in the otherwise silent surroundings. Going to bed, what I think was last night is the last thing I remember. My hands hurt from the ropes tying them together behind my back. My ankles are tied to my wrists and I lay on my belly. It is damp and smelly where I lay.

I don't know how long it has been since I awoke.

Minutes

Hours

Days

Fear paralyzed me.

"Why indeed" A hoarse voice croaked in the dark.

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"Why are you here?" I asked the scum.

His new little tattoo removed all doubt of guilt.

Maybe he had nothing to do with my dead babies.

Maybe he had nothing to do with my wife.

He didn't get his tattoo by planting pretty flowers though.

God may forgive his soul, but, I wasn't as charitable.

I lifted the blindfold from his eyes. He flinched as I peered down at him. My clothes were muggle clothes. Some blue jean pants and jacket with a red shirt and American snake-skin cowboy boots completed with a white felt cowboy hat. My wand holstered at my my hip like the Lone Ranger, my youngest daughter's favorite TV hero.

His face of fear transformed into one of hate and superiority.

"Release me you fucking mudblood!" he shouted. "You don't know who you are fucking with!"

"Oh? I don't? You aren't Regulus Black, scion of the Ancient and Noble House of Black and cock-sucker of the so called dark lord then? You aren't a murderer and rapist, bigot and baby killer either I take?" I asked the boy with a smile still on my face. There will be no one to hear him in the sewers of Liverpool. Even if they did walk into the sewer and passes the muggle redirection ward, the silencing and alert wards would keep the screams from being heard and alert me before they got too close.

I walked around behind him, and put my foot between his shoulder blades to hold him still. I began untying his shoe laces as he squirmed and shouted obscenities at me. Fresh out of Hogwarts and so cocky.

"I have a question for you?" I told him.

"Why should I answer you Mudblood?"

"I simply want to know if you would prefer that I cut your bones out of your skin on the left foot or the right foot first?"

The screams lasted for a good while and I left more informed of the situation then I was before.

I tipped his squealing hogtied body into a deep section of excrement in the sewers.

Maybe he has some super pureblood power to breathe shit.

I need more information still, and have a long list of targets to get it from.