A/N: The DEE prompts are responsible for this. I'm not even sorry. I can't wait to see what y'all make of this fic. Warnings for dub-con, non-con, kidnapping, violence, and smut.
xx-Kitten.
Witch Hunting
By Kittenshift17
Prologue
He came for her late in the evening the day before Samhain, creeping close with silent steps and it was too late for her by the time she noticed his presence.
"It's time, Alecto," Amycus Carrow murmured softly to his twin.
Alecto pulled her wand, dropping her book and aiming the weapon at him as she leaped to her feet, slowly backing away.
"Don't be like that, darlin'." He shook his head at her, holding up empty hands to show that he was unarmed.
"I won't do it," she told him fiercely.
Amycus's mouth twisted into an ugly expression and Alecto knew he didn't really want to make her do it, but he didn't have a choice. Neither did she, she knew. Not really. She'd fallen prey to tradition and wretched obsession. For once, not her own.
"Don't make me force you, Allie," Amycus whispered, his eyes sad. "You know you must. It's tradition. It's a rite of passage. And you've remained unwed long enough."
Alecto bared her teeth at him like a mongrel, pointing her wand at her twin. She was loath to hurt him, but she would if he pushed her.
"Pretend you never found me," she whispered back. "Pretend you came home tonight, seeking me, and all you found was a note. I'll flee. I'll escape to the continent and blend in until this all blows over."
Amycus looked even sadder.
"You always knew this day would come, sweet sister," he said gently. "Don't fight it. Don't make things hard for yourself. Come with me willingly and it won't be so bad for you."
Alecto's heart raced with fear.
"What was the point of taking the mark if I'll still be forced into this?" she demanded, her fingers twitching for the ugly brand on her forearm, identical to the one her brother wore.
"I told you when you volunteered that it would be for naught." Amycus shrugged. "Now, enough games, Alecto. You know he will not be pleased if you make a fuss."
Alecto's blood ran cold at the mention of him.
The one who'd insisted on her inclusion in this farce of a pagan rite that dated back to the days before muggle hunting had been outlawed. Scarier than her father, or even the Dark Lord, he was the man of her nightmares and the star in her dizziest daydreams. He terrified her as much as he tantalized her and the idea that on all Hallow's Eve, he would hunt her, made her whole-body tremble with a maddening mixture of fear and desire. It poisoned her blood and dampened her knickers.
Antonin Dolohov.
The man who planned to hunt her.
"Brother… please…" Alecto said, her sense of self-preservation outweighing her desire to be caught in the Russian wizard's terrible embrace.
Amycus closed his eyes against her pathetic plea and Alecto screamed when, from behind her, strong arms belted around her slim frame, clamping down on her and forcing her wand-tip toward the floor. She writhed, her heart racing, her limbs flailing, desperately seeking release.
"Come on, darlin'," Amycus reasoned. "Don't fight it. It's tradition. Just like Mam."
Alecto screamed again, beyond reason now, writhing in her father's arms and glaring her betrayal and her hatred at her twin brother to know that he'd been the distraction. The Judas. The snake in the grass. She should've known better than to trust him. She'd lost faith in her brother long ago, back when they'd just been children.
"Brother… please…" she rasped again when her father's hand closed over her throat, cutting off her screams as he denied her precious oxygen.
Amycus looked away, his eyes glittering with pain and fear for her. Alecto opened her mouth, intent on cursing him to the deepest pits of hell. Before he could the solid blow of her father's fist to the back of her head stole her consciousness, and her last thought was that tomorrow night's Hunt wouldn't be through until she'd drawn a little blood for her own.