worsening.
“What?” Percy asks, shooting up into a sitting position. “Maggie, What do you mean we should see different people?!”
“I don’t-Percy, you aren’t happy with me.” Maggie says, remaining on her side. Her eyes on Percy’s pillow.
“Excuse me? Who are you to tell me I’m not happy with you?! I love you-!”
“You like me because I wasn’t mean to you when I got you.” Maggie says, trying to force some firmness into her words.
“How dare you?” Percy whispers, his voice full of hurt. “I love you.”
“Let’s spend a little time apart.” Maggie says, “Go see your family, Penelope, or Oliver. Spend time with them and then come back to me.”
“Maggie, Please-.”
“Go, Percy.” Maggie says, “My fireplace is sealed and untraceable. Just please go.”
“At least look at me.” Percy says, “Look at me and tell me to leave.”
Maggie takes a deep breath, before shoving herself into a seated position across from Percy.
“Percy. I want you to leave. I want you to see your family and your ex-partners. I want you to see if you love me, or just the idea of me. Leave.”
“This is bullshit!” Percy snaps, “Absolute bullshit! I love you-!”
“Leave Percy!” Maggie growls, “Get out!”
“This is just as much my home as it is yours-!”
“Get out!” Maggie says, her voice raised. “Out!”
“No-!”
“Percy, I don’t love you.” Maggie says, and her heart breaks at the noise he lets out, she forces her head down to not look at him. “I became protective of you when I realized how old you were. You offered sex and I provided. You’re young, go back to your partners.”
Percy sobs, and Maggie hears his feet hit the floor. The door to their bedroom is ripped open, and a few moments later the sound of her fireplace fills the quiet home.
Maggie falls back onto her side, pulling the blanket over her and trying to stifle her sobs.
-
“My lord-.”
“How could you let him get away from you?!”
Maggie tries to contain her eye roll, choosing to stare at the table in front of her. She might be close with Tom, probably the closest person to him, but she knows how he gets when he feels disrespected.
“I became too comfortable with him.”
“You fell in love with him?!” Tom hisses, the room around them silent except for Bellatrix’s deranged giggles.
“He made it easy.”
“Do you hear yourself?” Tom says, stalking around the table to meet her eye. He is standing directly behind Severus, which just makes it harder for her to focus. “You let that blood traitor-!”
“He was a good fuck.” Maggie shrugs, “I guess I just started to feel bad for him after he offered himself up to me so quickly. It was nice to be able to touch a warm body.”
“If you want warm, I can get another warm fuck.” Tom spats, “Younger and prettier than that filthy brat.”
“I don’t want another one.” Maggie says, “I plan to get Percy back.”
“You can attempt. But if he gets away from you, after a recapture, then I will kill him.” Tom says, “He knows too much-.”
“Do you think I’m a blundering idiot?” Maggie fires back, “I wiped him daily. He has no fucking clue of what’s going on. He just knew his mission was to fuck or be fucked. He will be of no use to Harry Potter or any of those fuckers.”
“Track him down or I will.” Is all Tom says before storming out of the dining area.
The people beside her are still silent, so when Maggie sighs it sounds like the whole room fills with it.
Maggie pushes her chair backwards and stands up, following the way that Tom went. She ignores the quiet questions and the sounds of outrage at such an act.
No one else dares to approach the Dark Lord when he is angry, but Maggie holds very little fear of him.
Because to her, the Dark Lord is still her oldest and truest friend.
Even if she doesn’t agree with him.
“Tom-.”
“Do NOT call me Tom-.”
“That's who you are, who you will always be to me.” Maggie says firmly, letting the words settle in. “Tom, I have asked nothing of you, ever.”
“You haven’t.” The Dark Lord agrees, “But do not ask me what I know you are about to ask me.”
“Please.” Maggie says softly, “Please leave Percy out of this. He knows nothing of our plans. I made sure of it. I want to leave him alone.”
“He knows vital information about the Ministry that we could have used-.”
“He's gone mad, Tom. He’s hearing things and seeing things. I-We fucked him up. Greyback tortured him-tortured him! He fucking mutalated Percy and bit him, now Percy is a fucking werewolf. Do you think that’s pure wizard blood? Yaxley raped Percy. Over and over again. Is that what our cause stands for now? After knowing what my father did to me? For years and years, when I wasn’t even old enough to form sentences-?”
“The brat’s family fraternized with mud bloods, Yaxley was only putting him in his place-.”
Maggie throws herself back a few steps, her face morphed into shock at The Dark Lord’s words. Maggie breathes in a shaky breath, and rushes to cut her old friend off.
“I’m out.” Maggie says, her voice unsteady and full of emotion. “I’m done.”
“Excuse me?” Tom says, his eyes flashing up to hers.
“If this is the way the movement is going, using rape as a fear or torture tactic, then I am done.” Maggie is unable to keep her tears at bay, the warm liquid starting to trek down her cheeks. “You know. You know what he did to me. How he permanently fucked up my brain and body, and you’re okay with that happing to others.”
The Dark Lord says nothing.
“You’re no longer the Tom I knew.” Maggie hisses, “No longer that Tom that I would follow to the ends of the earth. The Tom that protected me and made me feel like I could take on the world. I’m done.”
“Maggie-.”
“I was the only person that didn’t leave the cause. I was the only person who defended and fought, and didn’t play the Imperio card. The only one who actually believed in what you preach, T-Voldemort.” Maggie says, “and No. I’m not in love with Percy Weasley. I saw myself in his utterly terrified eyes that first night I pulled him into my bedroom. The way his eyes went to the floor, and he shoved his pants down and bent himself over the bed. The absolute dead look in his eyes. Do you remember those eyes on me, Voldemort?”
The Dark Lord again remains silent.
“You know where to reach me.”
Maggie turns away from the Dark Lord, and quickly leaves the room. She forces down the sobs aching to leave her, and slides into the closest bathroom she could find.
She sits on the edge of the fancy bathtub, digs the heel of palms into her eyes, and takes deep breaths.
“No.”
Maggie looks up when she hears the Dark Lord outside of the bathroom door, his voice growing louder. He is more than likely walking by.
“But sir, you want me to kill her.” Dolohov, “So why can’t it be painful?”
“Maggie is still my closest friend and ally. She has just grown too soft, so to avoid her dying brutally or joining the other side in spite of other’s decisions, I want you to murder her. But I don’t want it to hurt. I want it over and done.”
Maggie has to keep in her sob of surprise.
The Dark Lord is trying to get her killed, by the very man that participated in the deaths of her dearest friends, Fabian and Gideon.
She waits until she cannot hear them speaking away more, before ripping her head back and apparating to the shell of her home.