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Ch 10 The Master Assassin Part 7
I'm doing this unbetad. If someone would like to help out, please feel free to contact me. I admit I am coming up on to a writer's block in 2 chapters. I have skipped it and continued writing the story.
Chapter 10 The Master Assassin Part VII
Jacobs left her to pack up anything that she might need for the Quest. She needed to talk to Bootstray and Slightly. She wondered if the dark bonding still tied them together.
“Bootstray, Slightly. Are you here?” She thought out. “Yes Master, we are here.” The wizards answered back. “Please meet me in my office.”
The two assassins entered the office through the open door. Sara indicated that they should sit down.
“I have a few things to pass onto you. First you must turn in your assassin's dagger. We are basically disowned from the guild for a year, or permanently, depending on how the Questing goes.” The wizards looked at her in shock as they slowly handed over their daggers, still sheathed.
Sara did not mention the fact that she kept hers. She technically was still the Master of the Guild. Though quested. She was just without the tools to stay in contact with her Guild.
Her Sergeant at Arms were different. They were stripped of the one tool that was important to an assassin. After all, the dagger was held as a sign of of status. The assassin was not awarded the dagger until they made their first kill. The requirement was that the first kill be by their own bare hands. She remembered hers. A foul wizard that she chocked to death as he lay sleeping after they had sex. Sex was one of her valuable wiles that she used as an assassin. Wizards and muggle men were so weak and unguarded after the act.
She conjured up three frosted mugs and a pitcher of lager, and indicated that the wizards should help themselves. “Once you leave here you will not be able to return. Make sure you pack everything that you might need.”
Opening up her desk, she retrieved 3 skull rings, similar to what she had worn as a Master.
“Wear these always. We do not know how long our bonding will last. They will burn if any of us are in need of the other. Look inside and a message will be displayed. Any questions?”
Slightly was asking about funding for the Quest and Bootstray groaned.
Sara hushed Bootstray. It was a very practical question.
“It is indeed a valid question. I recommend that both of you remove your earnings from the guild vault. We do not know where we will be in the future. The Guild will let you because of the Quest. However, you will not spend a dime of it. Years of murder, torture, and maiming is truly profitable. I have more money than I could possibly spend in a dozen lifetimes.”
She made a mental note to try to figure out exactly her worth. After 500 years, and several alias and accounts, she truly did not know her value. But her own personal Master Assassin fund was more than enough. She got a percentage of every contract.
“Okay, last thing. Travis’s body is still in the Room of Regret. It needs to be delivered to one Severus Snape.”
She looked over at Bootstray. “Do you still have the tracking parchment?” Bootstray nooded that he did.
Just then Slightly smiled, corners of his mouth upturned. “Master, is there an immediate need? I would like to deliver to Malfoy Manor if at all possible. It seemed to me that they meet regularly.”
Sara chuckled, remembering Dolohov. “Slightly, you have a warped mind, and I like it.” She bade them off to their task.
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She suddenly remembered that DEATH was waiting for her, and made way for her chambers.
She entered her chambers and found that DEATH was not there. She felt along their bond, calling out.
DEATH formed before her. “So, is all well little one?”
Sara let her breath escape. DEATH was addressing her as not of the guild. DEATH hated the bond with the Guild with a vengeance, and could be a right bastard at times.
“Well, if you can call being placed on a Master’s Quest to kill an evil dark lord that cannot be killed; being disowned by the Guild, and having to mark, and more than likely be the cause of death for the only person to care for me as my replacement, then yes I had a wonderful day!”
She sat on her bed heavily. “If I fail this Quest, does your vow to the Guild supersede my mother’s? “
DEATH thought carefully on how to respond. Her mental state had started to slowly unravel in the last year. DEATH had no doubt she was thinking of purposely failing so she could die.
“Yes Sara it will. It would not have in the past, but as you asked me to release your bond in the Guild building, the essence of the Guild has been made aware of it. If the guild had known of the existence of it before, you would not be here now. The Guild would have commanded me to take you. That is why I never allowed you to speak of it there.”
DEATH sat down beside her.
“The guild is jealous of you, Sara. It has never taken over you, ever. And why is that? The guild has taken over every Master in it’s long and bloodied history. That is why a Master never survives more than 4 years and why the Guild would never release me. Remember when you became Master? The previous one despised having a girl in the ranks, and he was on his 4th year. You bested him at the mere age of 10! If the Master is smart, I was called constantly, until their mind was so addled in hate and blood-lust that they forgot me. And it is because you have a conscience. You draw the line on the assassination of children and pregnant woman. The first Master to ever have conditions. This Quest will free the guild of you, and a “suitable” Master will take your place.
Sara felt her chest tighten and looked at DEATH.
“Yes, little one. Jacobs will succumb. The only reason you did not was the almost five hundred years of training you. I broke you. The only thing that you desire, the Guild cannot give you.”
She caressed the single word the escaped her lips “Death.”
DEATH stood up and held out a hand. DEATH guided her to the fireplace and into one of the comfortable chairs sitting in front of it.
“Where is your liquor cabinet?”
She pointed it out. DEATH grabbed up a bottle of firewhiskey and filled up a large glass.
DEATH sat down in the chair beside her and handed her the glass.
“I’m surprised I have any left. Between myself, Bootstray, and Slightly. I haven’t drunk this much in years.”
DEATH chuckled “You’re entitled, I believe. After the events of the last two days, even a sober witch would drink. Besides, I do not think you need to worry about going through another bout of alcoholism again.” DEATH remembered them.
Sara smiled a sad smile. “It is tempting to fail this Quest. I would get what I want. I would be free of you and the guild. And you would be free of me. I know you despise our bond.”
DEATH looked at her. “I have gotten used to the bond, and when you are not calling me in the name of your blasted guild, I find it quite tolerable. Besides, what of Bootstray and Slightly? They gave up their redemption through the Veil for you.”
Sara sighed. She would give her life for them if she could. The past few day had solidified the bond between them.
“Everything is so complicated ,DEATH. I would never knowingly put them at risk." Her eyes glinteed angerly. "And besides, for whatever twisted reason, you changed their mind with that assassination crap, knowing I cannot die. I do not know how the traitor ceremony affected them, but it has truly broken me. I do not think I have the strength to complete the Quest. Whatever that dark liquid was, goes way beyond dark magic. It sucked out everything. I know why the Veil is chosen at the end. How can one live after that?”
DEATH knew she was ready for her destiny to be revealed to her. DEATH knelt in front of her and took her hands. The icy coldness never bothered her.
“What if there was something out there that could give you hope?” DEATH looked into her eyes. “Something that would free you from me and the guild, with the added bonus of defeating your evil “all powerful” dark lord.”
Sara took her hands from DEATH and ran them through her short clipped hair.
“On Samheim I will have been bonded with you for 500 years. I have never found anything like that.” She stated flatly.
DEATH arose, withdrawing an ancient parchment from his robes and handed it over to Sara.
“Read it little one. I believe it is what you seek.”
Death started to fade. “Call me when you are ready for answers.”
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Sara sipped at her firewhiskey, examining the parchment. It was definitely very, very old. She set her firewhiskey down on the table and picked up her wand.
She tapped it on the parchment. She muttered a few other incantations while continuing to tap the parchment. She unrolled the parchment and began to read……
One bound by death will turn 500 on the day of the god of death
And the missing bonded of the founding four returns
Double serpents, a snake-lion, a lone lioness, and 2 unknown
Will help the chosen one to make red eyes fade
The Death Bond changes, and the power
Unknown to the bonded will cause the fall of another
Life begins anew
Sarah realized it was a prophecy. She wondered how long DEATH has had this information. She was beginning to feel that she was being manipulated. She read the parchment until she had committed it to memory.
She conjured up a blank parchment and a quill and wrote down the prophecy line by line to assign possibilities. Sara liked to have everything logically lined up.
Hmmmm ….bound by death, 500 years….more than likely me. She put her name down next to that line
Moving on… missing bonded Founding Four…..Maybe… She put her name next to that with a question mark.
She drew nothing on the serpents, snake-lion, and lone lioness. She left that untouched.
2 unknown….possibly Bootstray and Slightly….She frowned, and it hit her. That bastard manipulated them into this. She angrily scratched Bootstary and Slightly names next to that line.
Chosen One and Red Eyes made no more sense than the serpents, snake-lion, and lone lioness.
The last part of the prophecy was definitely herself and DEATH. She marked her parchment accordingly. She sat back and let her mind drift, turning the prophecy slowly over in her mind. After a couple of hours of letting her mind drift, she decided that it was time to talk to DEATH. She called out through her bond.
DEATH formed before her minus the menacing black eerily robes and scythe. DEATH always dressed different when their bond was involved. DEATH was always less formal and better to be around with.
Sara silently held out the parchment.
DEATH sat down and studied it for a moment. DEATH picked up Sara’s quill and next to red eyes and wrote out the name “Voldemort”. Sara glanced up questioningly.
DEATH looked at Sara while pulling out a phial with an electric blue colored potion from his robes. “This is from your mother. It will release the memories that she sealed from you. I think it will clear some things up, and affirm that this is your prophecy.”
Sara drank down the potion and fell to the floor, unconscious.
Several hours later……
Sara came to, head pounding.
DEATH handed her a phial and softly said “headache potion.” She downed it, grimacing at its taste.
“What do you remember?” asked DEATH
“Everything.” Replied Sara. It seems like this prophecy really was about her. It was a lot to take in. She felt a tiny twinge of hope.
DEATH felt the twinge through their bond. DEATH had not felt this since she took over the role of the Master, for she had felt she was doomed as she adorned the mantle. Young ones always gave up hope far too easily. Point to be given to the witch, though. Her basic phyce was one not to give out pain, based on her childhood. DEATH thought that the fact she was forced to become an assassin took away any hope. She was so young and innocent when DEATH was first bonded to her, and DEATH quickly put down any of that feeling, and made her into the tool that DEATH was going to use now.
DEATH embraced her and whispered softly into her ear “Go to England, little one. Start your Quest, and release us.”
She simply nodded in agreement.
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Later, she thought of the hidden memories that was awakened. She had a brother, and that brother bore Voldemort's mark. The same brother that protected her from their father's beatings. The same brother that would softly sing to her and hold her while their mother endured their father's beatings. And the only thing she could offer him after his beatings was a raggedy stuffed toy kitten and her tears. She doubted that he would remember her, as her mum had probably altered his memories as well, probably to protect her. She felt a small twinge of regret.
Sara idly wondered if she would have to kill him to be released from her own hell.
Flashback Ends
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Hades entered her bathing chamber. “Mistress, Lord Malfoy is here and awaiting your presence in the Grand Hall.”
Sara stepped out of the bathtub, ready to put the next phase of her plan forward.
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Meanwhile, Bootstray and Slightly watching the tracking parchment……
“Bloody Gits! When are they going to get together!?” Slightly muttered in frustration. He really wanted to see the reaction when they delivered Travis. They had put a stasis spell on the body, but as soon as it was released there would the smell of decaying flesh. Finally after three days of waiting, the tracking parchment showed Severus Snape at Malfoy Manor.
“This is it!” Bootstray chuckled while holding up one side of Travis's corpse. Slightly grabbed the other side and they apparated with a small plop.
Once again, they arrived outside Malfoy Manor. Bootstray tested the wards.
Any change?” asked Slightly. Bootstray shook his head.
Slightly chuckled “Makes it that much easier!”
They chanted the incantations to befuddle the wards.
Once again, they walked the mile up to the manor and dropped the body outside the entrance. They then went to the same hiding place they had previously. Bootstray lay down the parchment and the quill while Slightly lifted the incantation for the stasis charm. Slightly pointed his wand at the gate and whispered “Alohamorah!”
Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape ran out of the manor, wands drawn.
The quill began to write:
Lucius Malfory: What is that smell?!
Severus Snape: Oh for fuck’s sake not again!
Lucius Malfoy: What do you mean again?
Severus Snape: Never mind! As I said before your manor, your………
Lucius Malfoy: There is a parchment here. It is addressed to you.
Severus Snape: ….and that Travis did not have any family, we feel that you caused his death. Tell your dark lord, or whatever he is calling himself not to contact us again.
Lucius Malfoy: Well, it seems to be YOUR responsibility. Leave now, the smell is getting to me.
Bootstray and Slightly watched the dark haired wizard pick up the body and walk toward the gate. They could hear his gagging as he went through the gate. He managed to press his wand to the dark mark and disappeared with a pop.
A/N Please do not feel that I have disregard for death. As I was in the Air Force; in my job, I had to receive bodies and process (paperwork for shipping) back to the States from the UK or Europe, be it war or mishap. Everytime I had to deal with processing (that sounds so cold, doesn't it?) I knew the cause of death for everyone that came through my squadron. Infants and children were the worst. I hated that aspect of my job.
I have the utmost respect, believe me. The way I wrote this was how it needed to be. So, sorry if I offended anyone.
As I said before, Bootstray and Slightly not in the Guild too long. Once you deal with death, you need to find some kind of humour, or else you will go crazy.
Chapter 10 The Master Assassin Part VII
Jacobs left her to pack up anything that she might need for the Quest. She needed to talk to Bootstray and Slightly. She wondered if the dark bonding still tied them together.
“Bootstray, Slightly. Are you here?” She thought out. “Yes Master, we are here.” The wizards answered back. “Please meet me in my office.”
The two assassins entered the office through the open door. Sara indicated that they should sit down.
“I have a few things to pass onto you. First you must turn in your assassin's dagger. We are basically disowned from the guild for a year, or permanently, depending on how the Questing goes.” The wizards looked at her in shock as they slowly handed over their daggers, still sheathed.
Sara did not mention the fact that she kept hers. She technically was still the Master of the Guild. Though quested. She was just without the tools to stay in contact with her Guild.
Her Sergeant at Arms were different. They were stripped of the one tool that was important to an assassin. After all, the dagger was held as a sign of of status. The assassin was not awarded the dagger until they made their first kill. The requirement was that the first kill be by their own bare hands. She remembered hers. A foul wizard that she chocked to death as he lay sleeping after they had sex. Sex was one of her valuable wiles that she used as an assassin. Wizards and muggle men were so weak and unguarded after the act.
She conjured up three frosted mugs and a pitcher of lager, and indicated that the wizards should help themselves. “Once you leave here you will not be able to return. Make sure you pack everything that you might need.”
Opening up her desk, she retrieved 3 skull rings, similar to what she had worn as a Master.
“Wear these always. We do not know how long our bonding will last. They will burn if any of us are in need of the other. Look inside and a message will be displayed. Any questions?”
Slightly was asking about funding for the Quest and Bootstray groaned.
Sara hushed Bootstray. It was a very practical question.
“It is indeed a valid question. I recommend that both of you remove your earnings from the guild vault. We do not know where we will be in the future. The Guild will let you because of the Quest. However, you will not spend a dime of it. Years of murder, torture, and maiming is truly profitable. I have more money than I could possibly spend in a dozen lifetimes.”
She made a mental note to try to figure out exactly her worth. After 500 years, and several alias and accounts, she truly did not know her value. But her own personal Master Assassin fund was more than enough. She got a percentage of every contract.
“Okay, last thing. Travis’s body is still in the Room of Regret. It needs to be delivered to one Severus Snape.”
She looked over at Bootstray. “Do you still have the tracking parchment?” Bootstray nooded that he did.
Just then Slightly smiled, corners of his mouth upturned. “Master, is there an immediate need? I would like to deliver to Malfoy Manor if at all possible. It seemed to me that they meet regularly.”
Sara chuckled, remembering Dolohov. “Slightly, you have a warped mind, and I like it.” She bade them off to their task.
_________________________________________________________________________________
She suddenly remembered that DEATH was waiting for her, and made way for her chambers.
She entered her chambers and found that DEATH was not there. She felt along their bond, calling out.
DEATH formed before her. “So, is all well little one?”
Sara let her breath escape. DEATH was addressing her as not of the guild. DEATH hated the bond with the Guild with a vengeance, and could be a right bastard at times.
“Well, if you can call being placed on a Master’s Quest to kill an evil dark lord that cannot be killed; being disowned by the Guild, and having to mark, and more than likely be the cause of death for the only person to care for me as my replacement, then yes I had a wonderful day!”
She sat on her bed heavily. “If I fail this Quest, does your vow to the Guild supersede my mother’s? “
DEATH thought carefully on how to respond. Her mental state had started to slowly unravel in the last year. DEATH had no doubt she was thinking of purposely failing so she could die.
“Yes Sara it will. It would not have in the past, but as you asked me to release your bond in the Guild building, the essence of the Guild has been made aware of it. If the guild had known of the existence of it before, you would not be here now. The Guild would have commanded me to take you. That is why I never allowed you to speak of it there.”
DEATH sat down beside her.
“The guild is jealous of you, Sara. It has never taken over you, ever. And why is that? The guild has taken over every Master in it’s long and bloodied history. That is why a Master never survives more than 4 years and why the Guild would never release me. Remember when you became Master? The previous one despised having a girl in the ranks, and he was on his 4th year. You bested him at the mere age of 10! If the Master is smart, I was called constantly, until their mind was so addled in hate and blood-lust that they forgot me. And it is because you have a conscience. You draw the line on the assassination of children and pregnant woman. The first Master to ever have conditions. This Quest will free the guild of you, and a “suitable” Master will take your place.
Sara felt her chest tighten and looked at DEATH.
“Yes, little one. Jacobs will succumb. The only reason you did not was the almost five hundred years of training you. I broke you. The only thing that you desire, the Guild cannot give you.”
She caressed the single word the escaped her lips “Death.”
DEATH stood up and held out a hand. DEATH guided her to the fireplace and into one of the comfortable chairs sitting in front of it.
“Where is your liquor cabinet?”
She pointed it out. DEATH grabbed up a bottle of firewhiskey and filled up a large glass.
DEATH sat down in the chair beside her and handed her the glass.
“I’m surprised I have any left. Between myself, Bootstray, and Slightly. I haven’t drunk this much in years.”
DEATH chuckled “You’re entitled, I believe. After the events of the last two days, even a sober witch would drink. Besides, I do not think you need to worry about going through another bout of alcoholism again.” DEATH remembered them.
Sara smiled a sad smile. “It is tempting to fail this Quest. I would get what I want. I would be free of you and the guild. And you would be free of me. I know you despise our bond.”
DEATH looked at her. “I have gotten used to the bond, and when you are not calling me in the name of your blasted guild, I find it quite tolerable. Besides, what of Bootstray and Slightly? They gave up their redemption through the Veil for you.”
Sara sighed. She would give her life for them if she could. The past few day had solidified the bond between them.
“Everything is so complicated ,DEATH. I would never knowingly put them at risk." Her eyes glinteed angerly. "And besides, for whatever twisted reason, you changed their mind with that assassination crap, knowing I cannot die. I do not know how the traitor ceremony affected them, but it has truly broken me. I do not think I have the strength to complete the Quest. Whatever that dark liquid was, goes way beyond dark magic. It sucked out everything. I know why the Veil is chosen at the end. How can one live after that?”
DEATH knew she was ready for her destiny to be revealed to her. DEATH knelt in front of her and took her hands. The icy coldness never bothered her.
“What if there was something out there that could give you hope?” DEATH looked into her eyes. “Something that would free you from me and the guild, with the added bonus of defeating your evil “all powerful” dark lord.”
Sara took her hands from DEATH and ran them through her short clipped hair.
“On Samheim I will have been bonded with you for 500 years. I have never found anything like that.” She stated flatly.
DEATH arose, withdrawing an ancient parchment from his robes and handed it over to Sara.
“Read it little one. I believe it is what you seek.”
Death started to fade. “Call me when you are ready for answers.”
_________________________________________________________________________________________
Sara sipped at her firewhiskey, examining the parchment. It was definitely very, very old. She set her firewhiskey down on the table and picked up her wand.
She tapped it on the parchment. She muttered a few other incantations while continuing to tap the parchment. She unrolled the parchment and began to read……
One bound by death will turn 500 on the day of the god of death
And the missing bonded of the founding four returns
Double serpents, a snake-lion, a lone lioness, and 2 unknown
Will help the chosen one to make red eyes fade
The Death Bond changes, and the power
Unknown to the bonded will cause the fall of another
Life begins anew
Sarah realized it was a prophecy. She wondered how long DEATH has had this information. She was beginning to feel that she was being manipulated. She read the parchment until she had committed it to memory.
She conjured up a blank parchment and a quill and wrote down the prophecy line by line to assign possibilities. Sara liked to have everything logically lined up.
Hmmmm ….bound by death, 500 years….more than likely me. She put her name down next to that line
Moving on… missing bonded Founding Four…..Maybe… She put her name next to that with a question mark.
She drew nothing on the serpents, snake-lion, and lone lioness. She left that untouched.
2 unknown….possibly Bootstray and Slightly….She frowned, and it hit her. That bastard manipulated them into this. She angrily scratched Bootstary and Slightly names next to that line.
Chosen One and Red Eyes made no more sense than the serpents, snake-lion, and lone lioness.
The last part of the prophecy was definitely herself and DEATH. She marked her parchment accordingly. She sat back and let her mind drift, turning the prophecy slowly over in her mind. After a couple of hours of letting her mind drift, she decided that it was time to talk to DEATH. She called out through her bond.
DEATH formed before her minus the menacing black eerily robes and scythe. DEATH always dressed different when their bond was involved. DEATH was always less formal and better to be around with.
Sara silently held out the parchment.
DEATH sat down and studied it for a moment. DEATH picked up Sara’s quill and next to red eyes and wrote out the name “Voldemort”. Sara glanced up questioningly.
DEATH looked at Sara while pulling out a phial with an electric blue colored potion from his robes. “This is from your mother. It will release the memories that she sealed from you. I think it will clear some things up, and affirm that this is your prophecy.”
Sara drank down the potion and fell to the floor, unconscious.
Several hours later……
Sara came to, head pounding.
DEATH handed her a phial and softly said “headache potion.” She downed it, grimacing at its taste.
“What do you remember?” asked DEATH
“Everything.” Replied Sara. It seems like this prophecy really was about her. It was a lot to take in. She felt a tiny twinge of hope.
DEATH felt the twinge through their bond. DEATH had not felt this since she took over the role of the Master, for she had felt she was doomed as she adorned the mantle. Young ones always gave up hope far too easily. Point to be given to the witch, though. Her basic phyce was one not to give out pain, based on her childhood. DEATH thought that the fact she was forced to become an assassin took away any hope. She was so young and innocent when DEATH was first bonded to her, and DEATH quickly put down any of that feeling, and made her into the tool that DEATH was going to use now.
DEATH embraced her and whispered softly into her ear “Go to England, little one. Start your Quest, and release us.”
She simply nodded in agreement.
________________________________________________________________________________________
Later, she thought of the hidden memories that was awakened. She had a brother, and that brother bore Voldemort's mark. The same brother that protected her from their father's beatings. The same brother that would softly sing to her and hold her while their mother endured their father's beatings. And the only thing she could offer him after his beatings was a raggedy stuffed toy kitten and her tears. She doubted that he would remember her, as her mum had probably altered his memories as well, probably to protect her. She felt a small twinge of regret.
Sara idly wondered if she would have to kill him to be released from her own hell.
Flashback Ends
_________________________________________________________________________________________
Hades entered her bathing chamber. “Mistress, Lord Malfoy is here and awaiting your presence in the Grand Hall.”
Sara stepped out of the bathtub, ready to put the next phase of her plan forward.
________________________________________________________________________________________
Meanwhile, Bootstray and Slightly watching the tracking parchment……
“Bloody Gits! When are they going to get together!?” Slightly muttered in frustration. He really wanted to see the reaction when they delivered Travis. They had put a stasis spell on the body, but as soon as it was released there would the smell of decaying flesh. Finally after three days of waiting, the tracking parchment showed Severus Snape at Malfoy Manor.
“This is it!” Bootstray chuckled while holding up one side of Travis's corpse. Slightly grabbed the other side and they apparated with a small plop.
Once again, they arrived outside Malfoy Manor. Bootstray tested the wards.
Any change?” asked Slightly. Bootstray shook his head.
Slightly chuckled “Makes it that much easier!”
They chanted the incantations to befuddle the wards.
Once again, they walked the mile up to the manor and dropped the body outside the entrance. They then went to the same hiding place they had previously. Bootstray lay down the parchment and the quill while Slightly lifted the incantation for the stasis charm. Slightly pointed his wand at the gate and whispered “Alohamorah!”
Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape ran out of the manor, wands drawn.
The quill began to write:
Lucius Malfory: What is that smell?!
Severus Snape: Oh for fuck’s sake not again!
Lucius Malfoy: What do you mean again?
Severus Snape: Never mind! As I said before your manor, your………
Lucius Malfoy: There is a parchment here. It is addressed to you.
Severus Snape: ….and that Travis did not have any family, we feel that you caused his death. Tell your dark lord, or whatever he is calling himself not to contact us again.
Lucius Malfoy: Well, it seems to be YOUR responsibility. Leave now, the smell is getting to me.
Bootstray and Slightly watched the dark haired wizard pick up the body and walk toward the gate. They could hear his gagging as he went through the gate. He managed to press his wand to the dark mark and disappeared with a pop.
A/N Please do not feel that I have disregard for death. As I was in the Air Force; in my job, I had to receive bodies and process (paperwork for shipping) back to the States from the UK or Europe, be it war or mishap. Everytime I had to deal with processing (that sounds so cold, doesn't it?) I knew the cause of death for everyone that came through my squadron. Infants and children were the worst. I hated that aspect of my job.
I have the utmost respect, believe me. The way I wrote this was how it needed to be. So, sorry if I offended anyone.
As I said before, Bootstray and Slightly not in the Guild too long. Once you deal with death, you need to find some kind of humour, or else you will go crazy.