"I honestly didn't," Marcus said. "My focus had to be on Angus. He was in really bad shape when we found him. So far as I know, unless the aurors have been there, it should be pretty much still untouched from when we were there late last night. You should see the knives that she tried to say Angus used to kill some of us with. Oh, and some of them are imbedded in the wall. I'm afraid Angus's gran hurled them at that wench. You'll see some pictures on the wall meant to convince him of the ones he supposedly killed and the ones that he had yet to kill. And a boatload of miscellaneous medical devices that I am quite sure she never intended to use for healing purposes."
"Before I wake Angus, let me show you something, Lucian. You and Aria have had enough advanced training to know what 'procedures' make some of these shaped marks. Angus isn't going to tell you what he experienced in that regard because he is exceptionally closed about some things, but his body is screaming about it."
"You three," Marcus looked at Victor, Anise and Ginger. "You're finished eating, so get lost. Go help Edward and Simone with the babies or something. This is not something you should be involved in. Go." They sighed and went to pick up the dirty dishes. "Leave those. We'll get them. Go." They put the dishes back on the table and went over to Edward's.
Robert motioned to Aria and Lucian, and went over to the bed and drew the blankets off Angus and pointed out the bruises and cuts and what made those shapes and colors of marks. He showed them front and back and then gently replaced Angus back on his back and drew the covers over him.
"Barbaric," Robert said. "He's been through similar at Suzanne's hands, but she didn't do the psychological games this woman did. Get the picture? My work is cut out for me with him this time." He put the new potions from his bag on the med cart and poured a dose of one of them. "Marcus? Do you mind? Just half. We'll give him the first half as soon as we can, and then he can work on the rest. It does have a bit of a sweet taste, so let's not buggar up his coffee too much. Buggaring up that man's first cup of coffee can cause a justifiable foul mood."
"Of course," Marcus said. He poured a half a mug of coffee and stirred in half the dose of potion. He brought the mug back and handed Robert the rest of the dose of potion. Marcus sat on the bed on the good side, and Robert stood on the bad side. Robert laid his hand on Angus's forehead and removed the sleep spell. Angus started to wake, and before he could even get his eyes open, Robert gave him the half dose of potion and set the empty cup aside.
"Good morning," Marcus told Angus softly when Angus could open his eyes. "Here. Coffee's hot." Angus' stomach wasn't the best. He wasn't sure he wanted coffee just yet.
"Give it a moment," Robert said, barely above a whisper, not wanting to rattle Angus. "It'll clear." When it cleared, Marcus gave him a few sips of coffee in silence. "Good. Very good." He looked at Lucian. "I'm surprised he's doing this well," he told Lucian and Aria quietly. "You can try to talk to him, but be very gentle. Don't push him too hard. Marcus will try to get a general statement from him for you. and then you can ask for clarification. Very, very gentle, Marcus."
"Angus," Marcus said softly. "We have that bitch. We have her. She's secure in a cell in Azkaban right now. You're home." Angus frowned, confused as Robert's potion began to set in, making him somewhat groggy. "Look. You're really home. You've been out for several hours..."
"Ru..."
"She's fine. She wasn't harmed. She's upstairs asleep. We left her sleep in because she was knackered when we got home, I can tell you," Marcus smiled. Angus nodded slightly. "Angus, we do not want this woman to get away with what she did. She can't be allowed to do this to anyone else. We need your help. Can you tell us what happened to you? Take your time."
Marcus slowly and painstakingly helped Angus recount what had happened, and as Angus's friend, it was upsetting to hear that Angus believed he had been there for endless days, instead of a few hours. Angus believed he'd been kept without food or water, and had been used to kill as many as ten or eleven people from the people who were the most important in his life. Angus was extremely upset that they had brought him home at all when he believed they should have just let him die in the catacombs as opposed to having now to spend the last years of his life in Azkaban. Marcus kept feeding the coffee to Angus to help calm him.
"Angus," Marcus said, "this is going to take time to grasp, but let me explain just one thing for now. She bewitched you. Most of what you saw and experienced wasn't real. It was cruel beyond all reason. You were horribly bewitched." Angus tried, but he couldn't wrap his mind around it. "You need rest for now, but we want to make sure she can't ever bewitch anyone again."