An American Professor

Erin continued to scream into the darkness, too panicked to do much else. The room felt completely devoid of air, and as she continued to scream she was finding it harder and harder to breathe. She was afraid to stop, though, as her scream was the only sound that was present in the darkness.

From the darkness a voice muttered, "Silencio," and she no longer heard her voice. Erin tried to speak, but no sound came out. For a moment she couldn't hear anything, and then she suddenly could hear someone breathing near her. She spun around frantically trying to find the source of the sound. In an instant, something came up behind her and grabbed her arms. She tried to turn to see who or what it was, but as she turned her head a piece of rough cloth came over her eyes. Oh, God, she thought, they're going to rape me and kill me, and no one will ever find me. Erin began to cry, but still no sounds came out, but the tears ran down her face and soaked the rag binding them as well as her collar.

The thing gripping her arms was no longer just holding her, but carrying her somewhere, she could feel her feet dangling. Erin listened to the footsteps carefully, and determined that there were captors on either side of her. Trying to figure out how long they had been carrying her, she began to struggle. But they tightened their grip so much that she cried out, without sound, and ceased her struggle.

They stopped abruptly, and released her, but Erin could still sense their presence on either side of her. She reached up to rub her arms and strained to hear what was going on in the room. It was strangely silent, and quite unnerving. Reaching up to remove the blindfold, her hand was unceremoniously slapped away.

"Ow," she tried to say, but again no noise escaped her lips.

"I'll give you your voice back if you promise not to scream. Your screams are rather shrill, and extremely annoying." The sinister voice made Erin cringe, but she nodded in ascent. She was unable to hear what he muttered, but when she gasped she was able to hear herself.

"Who are you? Where are we? Why am I blindfolded? What-"

"Silence!" he commanded. "I did not take off the spell so that you could inundate me with your foolish questions. Remove her blindfold." One of the men to her side reached up and yanked off the blindfold, pulling several strands of Erin's hair along with it.

"Ow," she murmured, but stifled any further comment as she beheld a man sitting in a stone throne lit only by a single wall torch lit with a green fire. She was able to see that he was dressed all in black, but the only thing visible about his face was glowing red eyes. His eyes made her uncomfortable and she tried to take a step back, but was stopped by Goon One and Two.

Erin turned her head to look at them. It appeared that she had put up a fair fight for their hoods had fallen away from their faces. One looked oddly familiar, he was presumably the one who had slapped her hand away from the blindfold. He had silvery blond hair and gray eyes, he looked like an older version of the boy Harry and Ron detested. What was his name? "Malfoy," she breathed remembering suddenly.

"Yes," he sneered. "My son told me a great deal about you. Which of course I have relayed to my Master. He didn't mention how pretty you were," he said while running a finger down her arm.

Erin pulled her arm away in revulsion. "Don't touch me, you filthy disgusting pig," she growled.

The man to the other side of her chuckled, "As if you have much choice." In reply she stomped on his foot with her boot's heel, and he grabbed her hair and yanked.

"Ow! Bastard!" she gasped.

"Enough," commanded the man in the throne. Erin turned her attention back to him and saw Charlie standing next to him.

"You! You were in on this! You no good lousy piece of -" She lunged towards him while finishing her sentence and this time Malfoy grabbed her arm and threw her to the ground.

"Ah, yes, you've met Wormtail. You see this is my most loyal servant." Erin stared at the man called Wormtail with an open mouth. Was this Charlie Weasley? Why doesn't this make any sense, right now? Erin pulled her eyes from him clamping her mouth shut and turned her attention back to the man on the throne.

"And who are you?" she asked while climbing gingerly to her feet.

"Address the Master in a more respectful way, if you know what's good for you, bitch," Malfoy sneered at her. Erin ignored his comment while shooting him a glare and turning silently back to the man in the throne.

"You mean you do not know me?"

"If I knew would I have asked, asshole?" The men to her sides moved towards her, but the man in the throne waved them off.

"You'd do well to watch your tongue, next time I'll let them punish you for insulting me." She just glared at him defiantly. "Perhaps you've heard of me, my name sparks fear throughout the Wizarding world." Erin continued to glare. "I'm Lord Voldemort," he said proudly.

"And?" Erin asked. They looked at her in stunned silence.

"You haven't heard of me?" he asked incredulously.

"Nope, can't say as I have," she lied easily, while managing to maintain eye contact, with the beast. "Now, is that all you wanted because I have places to go and people to teach." This time Voldemort did not stop Malfoy from slapping her across the face, hard. Erin refused to cry out, but rubbed her cheek while she shot Malfoy a glare that could kill.

"Such anger," Voldemort intoned, "has such potential."

"Potential for what?"

"Potential to serve me."

"I serve no one, least of all you."

"Ah, not yet, but you will."

"Why do you want me? Why have you kidnapped me?"

"Hmm, let's see where to begin. I really don't have to explain myself to you, but I guess you may as well as now the history of it all. It's not as if you're going anywhere." He laughed and the goons laughed with him.

He continued, after a moment. "Fourteen years ago I was at the peak of my power when I had the unfortunate incident with the Potter boy. Before that I struck fear into the hearts of all wizards and witches. Ten years before that a witch wanted to join my group of servants. I put her through the usual tests, and she failed miserably. I was about to kill her when she offered herself to me." Erin wondered if that was what he wanted of her, she suppressed a dry heave, but could taste acid in her mouth. "So, I took her. Afterwards, she escaped and I didn't see her for another year. When I found her, I killed her, and I thought that was the end of the story. Then my loyal servant, Malfoy, began telling me about a new teacher at Hogwarts, and what the foolish sorting hat had said about her. It made me start to wonder. Then another one of my loyal servants stepped forward with more information." He beckoned for someone to come from the shadows. Erin gasped as Snape came into view.

"I don't understand have you kidnapped Severus as well?"

"Ah, you two are on a first name basis? Foolish girl, he hasn't been kidnapped. At one point, I thought that I'd lost him forever as a servant, but he has again proven himself to me, and he is now once again my loyal servant."

"No," she cried.

"Oh, yes, and right under the old fool's nose! Now, where was I? Ah yes, it was Snape who brought me the information that you never knew your parents, were born in America, around the same time apparently as when your mother escaped me, and now seeing you, I know that it's true. You look exactly like your mother. Her looks saved her the first time."

"No…" Erin suddenly realized what he was implying.

"Oh, yes. I am your father."

Erin dropped her head and refused to look up. She muttered to herself, "No, this isn't happening, I just watched Star Wars, and now I'm dreaming. I'll wake up and I'll be home in my room, this was all a bad dream." She opened her eyes and screamed, "No!"

"Don't make you silence you again." She closed her mouth and knees gave out. She stared up at him dumfounded. "Now, this is what you will do for me. You are my heir, therefore you will serve me. Your first duty will be to produce a male offspring with one of my Death Eaters. It's very simple. I don't think that I am asking that much."

Erin continued to stare at him with wide eyes before finding her voice. "You're joking."

"I never joke."

Regaining her sense of self, she rose to her feet and shook her head raising her chin defiantly. "No, I won't do it."

"My dear, you don't have a choice."

"There's always a choice."

"Not this time. In fact, I think that since he brought me such valuable information that Snape will be the one to have you."

"No."

"This is not the time to try to make up for lost time, and show me what you were like as a child. You have no options."

Erin felt the tears coming, but forced them back. "I'd rather die than serve you, you miserable toad, and I'll be damned before I sleep with that traitorous slimeball."

"Both can be arranged dear daughter, after," he said pointedly, "you give me an male heir."

"I'm no daughter to you, and you're just a sperm donor to me, you miserable son of a bitch." Earning herself another resounding slap, she bit Malfoy as his hand left her face, and threw her to the ground and kicked her in the side. Voldemort stopped him from kicking her again as she lay on the floor gasping. Luckily Malfoy had missed her recently injured ribs.

"We can't damage her," he told his servant. "Yet," he added.

"Yes, master," and he bowed his head.

Erin snorted, while getting to her feet slowly. "Pussy." He glared at her and drew back his fist, but Snape grabbed his hand.

"Malfoy, I'd like her to look half decent when I bed her, stop it."

Erin spat at Snape. "Low down nasty son of bitch…"

"Now, now, save that for the bedroom."

"Bastard," she swore and made a move to scratch his face.

"Enough," Voldemort repeated. "Snape, take my daughter to your bedchambers. I trust that you know what to do."

"Yes, Master. Erin, dear, come with me."

She glared at him and stepped forward as if to follow him and instead slapped him across the face. "Kiss my ass," she said flatly.

"Maybe later, I said, come here."

"And I said, go-to-hell, lying bastard."

He strode forward and that he threw her roughly over his shoulder, knocking the wind out her for a moment, and carried her down the hall kicking, screaming, and swearing, all the while pounding him in the back with her fists.

"I can't believe that you would betray me like this! I can't believe that you would betray Dumbledore like this! You have to be the most worthless person on the face of the planet!" As he continued to ignore her comments, she became more and more infuriated, and started to pummel him even harder.

Reaching the appropriate door, he opened it slammed it shut behind them, and swiftly threw her on the bed before lying down on top of her. "Now, listen very carefully to me," he whispered.

"Get off me you sick son of a bitch!" she shouted and heard chuckling at the door. They were listening! She gasped at the realization.

"Good, that was good," he whispered.

"I wasn't pretending," she hissed.

"I'll get off of you when I'm damn good and ready," he said loudly and heard more laughter from the door, and her eyes widened. "I have to talk to you," he whispered.

Erin couldn't decide what she should believe, so she began to fight him with renewed strength. She tried to bite him and he moved his hand. She tried to kick him between the legs, and he laid down harder on her. She tried to thrash around, but he grabbed her arms one in each hand and pressed down hard. "I said get off of me, you bastard! Get your filthy stinking hands off of me!"

"Just listen. I am a double agent, but you have to believe that I work for the other side. I have to keep up appearances," he whispered. "Let's see what you're wearing under this Muggle crap," he snarled loudly.

"Don't you dare lay a hand on me you rotten, stinking pig!"

"Good, keep on saying things like that," he whispered. "I plan on laying a lot more than a hand on you," he said loudly. "Erin, just give me five minutes to explain," he hissed.

"Go to hell!" she shouted.

"We'll both be going to hell if you don't shut the hell up and stop being stubborn and listen to me dammit." She could tell his patience with her had evaporated.

"Why in the hell should I believe you?"