We were expecting you ((Hermione))

[mulciber]

Mulciber took one more gulp from his polyjuice potion. His supply of Parvati’s hair was starting to run out. Which was all good anyway as everything would be settled today. Being a teenaged girl was harder than one could imagine. And Parvati was a wretched airhead and a silly little bint. Looking around in her room she never seemed to take any interest in anything but her looks. And if he would be forced to stare at the starry posters of boyband singers one more day he would officially loose it and kill all of this city. Parvati’s parents and twins just like practically everyone else as well had commented on how much she had changed. But no one seemed to find anything weird about that. She had been through a “very” dramatic experience after all. Mulciber snorted at it and swallowed a groan as that chatty bird Padma flew into the room again. Didn’t she EVER knock? Luckily Mulciber had been sitting before ‘her’ mirror and combing her hair so he didn’t look very suspicious. Mentally swearing that someone was going to pay for everything he had to suffer through here as he tried to chatter away along with Padma.

It was the clock on the nightstand that became her rescue. It was nearing 6PM already and Hermione had replied to the small note Mulciber had sent her agreeing to come over on Saturday. Composing the letter had been rather simple. Just add a touch of classical despair and a hint to Shakespeare while making sure it was unnoticed. Play a little on unity of girls and you were sure to have all teenagers flocking around you and swearing just about anything to help. So predictable and so easy to take advantage of this. Bella would get her order delivered home today precisely on time. Mulciber took pride in always doing the best work possible.
“Oh, look at the time. I think Hermione is arriving soon,” Mulciber gushed happily as she jumped up and skipped out of the room and down the stair-case trying to avoid rolling his eyes at his company. Being kidnapped was most likely the best thing that ever happened to the wretched girl now that Mulciber had had a taste of her life. How could she go on without being suffocated?

“Hermione, how good to see you? You look awesome, have you done something to your hair?” Mulciber sang out happily on the tone that seemed naturally to Parvati as the flames in the living-room turned blue and a moment later the familiar bushy-haired with stepped out of the fireplace, “I’m so glad you could come. Come on in, here, I’ll take your thinks up-stairs. The guest-room has already been prepared for you. Dinner should be ready in a few as well. Mom is an awesome cook. Did you bring any home-assignments? I don’t want to fall too terribly behind in my studies, because I do want to come back to school in some ways. But I’m a bit scared of it at the same time.” Chattering away in what he was either friendly manner or in a manner that Hermione might consider nervous Mulciber took hold of Hermione’s bag that she had brought along and heaved it upstairs leading Hermione towards the guests room as she spoke, “I hope you will be fine here. If you need anything then my room is just next door and Padma’s across the hall from that. Bathroom is in the end of the hallway. I can't tell you how grateful I am you decided to come. We were expecting you already.”

[Hermione Granger]

Hermione had never exactly been friends in Parvati. They were two very different people, something which became obvious on the few times they spoke. Then the events of the Yule Ball during their fourth year had nearly drawn some solid line between them. That being the case Hermione had been a bit surprised when the Parvati's owl arrived. While a bit of a shock, it was understandable. She had after all been through something terrible, and anyone having gone through such a thing would want to have someone she could talk to about about the ordeal. That was the reason why she decided to accept Parvati's invitation.

She could feel her stomach knotting as she grabbed a handful of floo powder and threw it into the fire. What would she say? What was there to say to someone she didn't know well who's life had been turned upside down? She took a deep breath and stepped into the flames, stepping out moment later to Parvati's voice “Hermione, how good to see you? You look awesome, have you done something to your hair?” Confused for a moment she pushed her bushy hair back behind her shoulders, thinking that it was the same it had been the last time Parvati had seen her. She found herself not having time to comment as Parvati immediately started up with their arrangements. She listened carefully to where she would be staying and information on where her room was and the bathroom and other such places before she nodded. At least Parvati seemed to be doing rather well.
"It all sounds wonderful."

[mulciber]

Mulciber used the mirror-stand to look at the bushy-haired witch. Maybe she and Parvati had been smaller friends than Mulciber had been allowed to believe. There seemed to be something almost stiff about her. Or maybe Mulciber was over-doing his act. He was a good actor, but playing a teenaged girl could drive anyone insane. It was a combination of both of these reasons that made Mulciber decide that he should just get over with this charade. “I’ll be right back. There is something I want to show you,” Mulciber told Hermione with a sweet smile before running over the hallway to her own room and returning with her wand. Closing the door securely behind himself Mulciber raised her wand and smiled charmingly at Hermione. “I don’t really know how to describe this in words, so just let me show you. Stupefy!” Mulciber murmured the spell watching as the body of the young witch fell onto the floor. Not wanting to take any chances Mulciber tied Hermione up with a couple of more spells. Padma was next. The annoying little girl was tied up and placed next to Hermione.

Moving to the kitchen with a new spring to his step Mulciber smiled at the senior Patil’s serenely. “I have a surprise for you,” Mulciber announced almost singing the words out as he raised his wand pointing it to mr.Patil. Gathering up every bit of hatred the man had created in him during his couple of days pretending to be Parvati Mulciber was pleased to enjoy the taste of the familiar words on his lips once again as he cast the spell: “Avada Kedavra!” Mrs.Patil didn’t even understand what happened at the first moment. Who would expect their ‘sweet little daughter’ to suddenly use one of the forbidden curses against ‘her’ father. It was a shame Mulciber didn’t have time to play around with the woman, but it was too dangerous. “Avada Kedavra,” sounded once more clearly from Mulciber’s lips and mrs.Patil doubled over as well, falling dead on the floor. Mulciber grabbed a vase throwing the flowers and water in it at mrs.Patil and using the correct spell to turn the vase into a portkey as he floated it up to the two girls. Both were still unconscious and tied up as Mulciber saw with pleasure. The house might still be under surveillance by the Ministry still, in case Death Eaters would want to attack. He had to work quickly to avoid being caught. Mulciber was not going back to Azkaban no matter at what price.

Making sure both girls were touching the portal-key he had prepared Mulciber shipped both Hermione and Padma to Bellatrix. Now that woman was a lunatic. But a powerful one at that, so Mulciber just followed the orders he had received from his Lord without any further questions. The girls sent away Mulciber chose a banana for himself in the kitchens and peeled it. Biting into the fruit Mulciber pointed his wand to the ceiling and murmured “Morsmordre” sending the Death Eater’s mark floating over the house. The Ministry had failed miserably at their job yet again. A couple of more flicks of his wand and flames went up around him starting to destroy the house as Mulciber apperated away while humming a tune from Tchaikovsky.

((Lots of god-moding but as we wanted this out of the way, I hope I’m forgiving for it.))