Tears welled in Amelia's eyes, blurring the image of her niece's terrified face.
She was known for her strength and perseverance at the Ministry. She did not fear. But today was different. At that moment, she wasn't the Head of the DMLE, the iron fist of the Ministry. She was just an aunt, faced with a monster holding her beloved family hostage.
Her legs gave way. She sank to her knees. She had to. There was no other way to protect Susan. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring her vision as she pleaded to Voldemort.
"Please," with a choked sob, the kneeling Amelia begged, her head bowed in defeat. "Take me. Do whatever you want to me, but leave Susan out of this. She has nothing to do with any of this."
Voldemort, his gaze fixed on Amelia, savored the moment.
"Ah, Amelia Bones," he murmured. "A formidable witch, and yet here you are. Kneeling, begging... Helpless before me. It is... amusing, isn't it? The lengths one will go to protect their own."
He paused.
Amused by the development.
"Such love, Amelia... You kneel before me, begging for your niece's life. It's almost... touching."
Then, a cruel smile twisted his lips.
"You said you'd do anything," Voldemort drawled. "Anything to protect your precious Susan. So, tell me, Amelia, how far are you truly willing to go?"
A wave of nausea washed over Amelia.
What did he want? What test of loyalty could be worse than what she already endured?
She could not guess exactly what Voldemort wanted, but whatever it was, she was sure it was nothing good.
Still, she had to agree, for Susan.
"Yes. Anything."
Voldemort was satisfied with the answer.
"Excellent," he said, rising from the bed. But just an answer was not enough. He needed to see it in action.
"Then let's see if your actions live up to your words. Undress."
Amelia's breath stopped.
Undress. The word was so simple.
Still, Amelia could not believe it. She blinked. "Wh… what?"
Her eyes searched his face for mockery, for a joke, for anything that hinted this was just another twisted taunt. But there was none. His gaze was steady. Deadly. Intent.
Surely, he couldn't be... No.
Surely this wasn't the price he was demanding for Susan's safety.
"Did you hear me stutter, Amelia?" Voldemort said, "Undress. Prove to me the depth of your love for your niece. Show me how far you're willing to go for her life. Or maybe you can't sacrifice yourself for her."
He turned his gaze towards Susan, his fingers crawling alongside the girl's arm.
"Perhaps if her mother were here, she would have really done anything to save you. Alas, it seems your aunt's love is not that much for you."
Amelia responded immediately, not letting Voldemort torture her niece, Susan, further.
"Alright," she said. "I'll do it."
Amelia stood up and glanced at Susan.
With trembling hands, she reached for the buttons of her blouse, her fingers shaking.
It fumbled with the buttons, her movements slow and deliberate as if she could delay the inevitable by prolonging each agonizing moment.
Then it happened. The blouse fell.
Amelia had to remind herself that this was for Susan.
Next came her skirt, the fabric clinging to her hips like a second skin. She tugged at the zipper, her movements jerky and uncoordinated. With a soft rasp, the zipper slid down, exposing the delicate curve of her thighs.
The skirt fell away, revealing her legs clad in sheer stockings that hugged her skin.
As Amelia looked at Voldemort, she felt the penetrating gaze of Voldemort linger hungrily upon her.
Surely this was enough. Amelia asked. "Satisfy?"
"I told you to undress," he said, his voice cold and cruel. "Yet there are still clothes on you."
Amelia's eyes widened in horror as she realized what he meant. Her bra and panties were still clinging to her, the final two pieces that held her last dignity.
She knew there was no running away. Voldemort would not be satisfied with just this.
Slowly, she reached behind her back, fingers trembling as she unclasped the hooks of her bra, releasing her breasts from their confinement. They hung there, exposed and vulnerable, under the oppressive gaze of the Dark Lord.
Next came her panties. With shaky hands, she hooked her thumbs into the elastic band and slid the fabric down her legs, revealing the most intimate parts of her being to the sinful eyes of Voldemort.
As the last garment slipped from her body, leaving her completely exposed before Voldemort's gaze, a deep sense of shame and humiliation washed over Amelia.
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. Amelia felt so humiliated that she could not lift her eyes in fear of seeing her niece looking at her.
Voldemort's eyes roamed over her naked form, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he reveled in her discomfort.
"How delightful," he said with sadistic pleasure. "Such a fine display of devotion, Amelia. You truly are willing to sacrifice everything for your niece."
"Now, for the final step, open your mind to me. I will use the Imperius curse on you. Normally, a strong-willed wizard like you will be able to resist it. That's why I want you to accept it. Let me control you and take the place of your niece. If you accept, I will let go of her." Voldemort spoke while admiring the contour of Amelia's body.
Amelia's mind raced. Opening herself to the Imperius Curse was akin to handing over her very soul. It was a terrifying prospect, but the alternative, watching Susan suffer further, was unbearable.
Tears streamed down her face, hot and silent against her cold skin.
"Susan," she whispered, her voice trembling as Susan's tear-filled eyes met hers. "I'm so sorry you had to go through this. It will be over." With a deep, shuddering breath, Amelia closed her eyes.
"I accept!"
Voldemort's smile widened. He has won.
IMPERIO.
Immediately, Amelia felt a surge of resistance within her as the Unforgivable magic attempted to infiltrate her mind. Every fiber of her being rebelled on its own against the intrusion, her thoughts battling against the influence of the Imperius Curse.
With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, Amelia loosened her will, accepting to be under Voldemort's control and allowing Voldemort's dark magic to seep into her consciousness.
The next second, she heard the voice of Voldemort.
"Come closer."
Against her will, Amelia's body responded. Her limbs moved, obeying the dark lord's commands without hesitation.
"You are going to prove a very useful slave, especially tomorrow for Harry's trial." Amelia heard the voice of Voldemort, as this was the beginning of her being turned into a puppet.