Capítulo 49: Not the time or place to have a climax...
7th March 2018. Hogwarts Ruins.
Have you ever wondered what it's like to live a life like mine?
Orphan. Unwanted. Victim. Sacrifice.
My parents' death was the least traumatic incident in my life.
13 years of neglect and abuse under the Dursley family.
Disregarding my personal endangerment throughout my time at Hogwarts... I lost a godfather, a close friend, Remus, Tonks, and so many others.
In the following years, my godson was taken from me, my best friends betrayed me, and I learned my birthright had been snatched.
To top it all off, I found love and fell hard and fast... found happiness. I found myself falling into the pits of hell when this happy ending was deprived of me by Daphne's untimely and deliberate death.
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4th February
Greengrass Manor
Breakfast
Lord Stefan Greengrass was displeased. However, he still needed to find a way to move his business to North America without incurring a massive fine from the Ministry.
Richard Burke was a man that defined stick up the ass. He refused to take bribes, or do favours, had done nothing that he could be blackmailed with and still refused to let him move his business unless he could prove that there would not be a loss of hundreds of jobs. Hundreds of jobs were essential to the Ministry as there were only around 60,000 witches and wizards, so every job counted.
This was all Lord Peverell's fault! If the man hadn't notified the minister, something like this would have never happened.
At least his son was supposedly a prodigy, according to Professor Burbage.
The muggle studies professor worked as one of his spies because she earned nearly nothing from being a professor of a subject nobody took.
She had supplied him with the boy's school records and told him of all the trouble he had gotten into and anything suspicious.
As the fight with McGonagall showed, he obviously had a problem with authority figures.
If his marks were anything to go by, he was years ahead of what he was taught. Stefan wondered if he should have sent Cygnus to Durmstrang instead.
The latest report from the Ministers secretary revealed the worrying news that Lucius Malfoy had been given a list of every muggleborn and half-blood in Britain.
That wasn't good. Lord Greengrass knew Lucius had been a Death Eater and didn't like muggles and anything related to them.
"Oh well! They aren't a part of the wizarding world." Stefan declared with a shrug; he didn't really care.
Cygnus didn't even look up, used to his father speaking his mind.
There wasn't much to do on days like these, something both men had come to appreciate.
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Great Hall
Same time
Ares and Daphne walked into the hall simultaneously before separating and moving to their respective groups.
"Where were you last night, Daphne? You didn't get back until like three in the morning." Tracey questioned. The two girls shared a room.
Daphne put on her best smile and said,
"I was with my fiancé, if you must know!"
Not a lie, but not a complete truth either.
"Ooh! Having a late-night snog. Is he any good?" Tracey asked, falling hook, line and sinker. She was obsessed with gossip.
"No snogging, just kissing. There is a difference. A little snuggling too."
Better to let her friends think she had spent the night happily with Ares instead of torturing her would-be rapists.
Tracey had a smile that would put a Cheshire cat to shame.
"Getting on well then." She said, wiggling her eyebrows.
"You are so weird," Blaise told Tracey.
Tracey scowled before poking Blaise in the stomach.
"Leave me alone; I have yet to see you with anyone. Could it be you are in love with Pansy!" She said, deliberately annoying him.
Blaise made a disgusted face before taking out his wand and casting a weak tickling curse at Tracey.
Tracey appeared to start vibrating as she tried to keep her laughter in.
"Fear me! I am the dreaded witch tickler!" Blaise decreed before going back to his breakfast.
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Ares watched Daphne as she settled back into her regular routine, glad she seemed fine.
"Finally get some did you, Ares?" Felix said, taunting him.
"You know I've been getting 'some' before you even knew girls existed!" Ares declared snobbily.
Anastasia just snorted and said,
"He and Daphne definitely did something last night!"
Ares mock glared at her before tucking into his breakfast.
Soon everyone was in the Great Hall laughing and talking as if nothing had happened.
Ares finished his breakfast and headed off to charms.
They were doing the vermilion charm today, creating red sparks.
Ares had already cast the spell several times before Flitwick came over.
"Mr Peverell, 10 points to Slytherin for a perfect charm on your first go."
"Thank you, Professor, but it wasn't that hard a charm."
Ares told his Professor as the rest of the class struggled to cast a single red spark.
"Perhaps you were right about me giving you such easy work. I assume you can cast all the charms for the fourth-year curriculum." He asked.
"Non verbally. Must I really attend these classes, Professor? You could do the same thing as the Headmaster and give me a separate task?" Ares said with a sigh, having asked the same thing already and been refused.
"Non verbally! Very impressive, Mr Peverell, I'll consider it," The happy little half-goblin reassured him.
Ares slept through the rest of the lesson.
He didn't bother turning up for DADA. After all, he wouldn't learn anything he didn't know.
Instead, he returned to the chamber intent on looking through Salazar's personal Grimoire.
Ignoring the groaning fools still hanging from the ceiling, he made his way to the giant statue of his ancestor's head.
'Open'
The mouth disappeared.
'Come, my servant, I require you.'
The giant Basilisk slithered out of the old statue's mouth.
'master! How can I help you?'
'I need to get through to fetch my new Grimoire, look after my pets'
Ares ordered the giant beast before walking through the massive hole.
Smearing his blood across the ward stone inside, he entered the
second room containing a single book. Grabbing it quickly, he retreated.
'My servant, I require you to give me as much venom as possible.'
Conjuring several barrels, he had the giant snake fill them. The venom would be very useful. It was great for killing people and potions, so it would sell on the market for a very high price. He would come back and do this once a week from now on.
After spending the Christmas holidays with Sirius, he had reignited the desire to become an Animagus. But, if he was going to be an Animagus, he would be a Basilisk!
He found what he was looking for pretty quickly.
It was a slightly adapted version of the Animagus potion, which used a basilisk venom-infused mandrake leaf to ensure your form.
It had disappeared into obscurity because most people tended to die from the poison. Luckily thanks to the combination of Phoenix tears and Basilisk venom already in his bloodstream, he was immune to Basilisk venom.
Acquiring the mandrake leaf would be easy. All Ares had to do was wait for the perfect time to enter one of the greenhouses and steal a leaf from one of the mandrake plants.
It was going to be a long month.
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Sitting at lunch, he was unpleasantly surprised when Dumbledore stood up to make an announcement.
"Students! I need your help in locating two sixth-year Slytherin students. Their names are Cassius Warrington and Graham Montague.
They failed to attend morning lessons and appear to have run off with a bottle of Professor Snape's fire whisky! So it is safe to assume they are lying unconscious somewhere with a hefty hangover." Dumbledore said with a knowing smile.
Quite a few people laughed, some about the theft, others about the fact that the two idiots had gotten drunk on a Friday.
But then, one of the Weasley Twins called out, "Obviously, couldn't wait for the weekend!"
"Indeed." Replied the Headmaster.
Professor Dumbledore sat down, and everyone went back to lunch, temporarily ignoring the latest event. After all, they were only drunk.
Nobody noticed the look Daphne and Ares shared.
It was time to dispose of their victims.
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It was Friday evening, so all the Professors were kicking back and relaxing, a little worried about the missing students, but this was Hogwarts. Nothing terrible would happen.
So, nobody thought it suspicious when Daphne and Ares snuck off back to the chamber.
Once in it, they too relaxed.
Daphne looked over the two boys, who looked pitiful,
"Let's just put them out of their misery." She said.
"Are you sure you want to kill them; it could change you deeply."
'Bombarda'
With that spell, Graham Montague ceased to exist.
"Yeah, I'm sure," Daphne said, although inside, she was getting to grips with the fact that she had just killed someone.
Magic is a beautiful thing and a fundamental part of every witch and wizard. However, the core of a magical being has a set of priorities, the most important one being to protect the shell and the mind.
So, when Daphne began to panic inside her mind over the fact she had just killed someone, her magic reacted by cocooning all her regrets and fear over killing and extinguishing them permanently.
Daphne didn't realise it, but her mindset was changing, adapting to her new circumstances, and taking away any concerns she might have felt about killing.
Ares could sense the magic as it completed its work, and to test it out gave her a suggestion.
"Kill Warrington."
She merely nodded and cast the blasting curse again, blowing his head to bits.
"Dobby, please dispose of the bodies in the ocean after burning them," Ares called out.
Both corpses disappeared, leaving only a faint smell of burning hair.
"That was kind of anticlimactic," Daphne said.
Ares snorted, "Would you prefer we got caught?"
Daphne had the decency to blush at that.
"Well, we best hurry back to lessons before anyone gets suspicious." The teenage Dark Lord suggested happily.
His fiancée nodded in agreement and grabbed his arm as Dobby popped them away.
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