Disposing of the evidence… it never was and never would be a pleasant task
A week ago he’d been ordered to take care of some ‘business’ by Bellatrix, and if he didn’t? He’d be snuffed out like a wet candle. He’d done the deed, committed the act and smothered out a life; now came the messy part. How the hell did he get rid of the body?
He could set it aflame, but that’d leave ashes and bones.
He could tie it to a weight and drop it in the lake, but the rope’d eventually wear and snap.
He could… what else could he do? He was rather limited in his options considering he’d be a bit noticeable dragging something of that nature off the grounds.
He needed help, but just as he’d had the sense to realise this a shape blurred in the corner of his vision. Shit.
His shoulders dropped… Kingsley’s family perhaps? He was still unsure as to whether he could do it or not.
He took a look at the picture and blinked a few times when he noticed that it wasn’t moving.
“This is a muggle photo? What’re you doing with this Bellatrix?” he asked with a hint of suspicion.
“It was given to me. That’s beside the point.” Bella waved the question away like it was annoying and began walking, expecting him to follow. “He wants the man dead. He’s a nuisance that needs to be taken care of. His instructions were clear: Shacklebolt is dead by the end of the month or you are.” Bella shrugged like it was not a death sentence.
She turned around to meet his gaze calmly. “Think you can do it, kitty?”
She looked so non-chalant just standing there threatening his life…
And he’d have to, or he’d have to make it look as if he’d done the job. This would require guile and cunning; enough to trick whoever was pulling Bellatrix’s strings.
“So be it.” he murmered, only barely loud enough for her to hear.
“Good kitty…” Bella gave him a gentle smile and walked back to him. “Has Rodolphus been bothering you at all?”
He couldn’t even look at her right now, he’d just agreed to murder…
“He’s nowhere to be seen… not that I’m complaining that is.” his voice devoid of emotion. Nobody had seen Rodolphus for a number of weeks.
“I’ll… get going Bellatrix, I don’t want to risk my neck one more second…” He wanted this over and done with.
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His shoulders dropped… Kingsley’s family perhaps? He was still unsure as to whether he could do it or not.
He took a look at the picture and blinked a few times when he noticed that it wasn’t moving.
“This is a muggle photo? What’re you doing with this Bellatrix?” he asked with a hint of suspicion.
“It was given to me. That’s beside the point.” Bella waved the question away like it was annoying and began walking, expecting him to follow. “He wants the man dead. He’s a nuisance that needs to be taken care of. His instructions were clear: Shacklebolt is dead by the end of the month or you are.” Bella shrugged like it was not a death sentence.
She turned around to meet his gaze calmly. “Think you can do it, kitty?”
She looked so non-chalant just standing there threatening his life…
And he’d have to, or he’d have to make it look as if he’d done the job. This would require guile and cunning; enough to trick whoever was pulling Bellatrix’s strings.
“So be it.” he murmered, only barely loud enough for her to hear.
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No. Not happening.
Just no.
What had Kingsley even done? Were these orders from Rodolphus… or was Bellatrix starting to throw her weight around?
He’d refuse. Point blank. But he wasn’t ending up dead for this, not a chance.
“Like. Fuck.” he spat out.He pushed both his arms outward and shot backwards before pointing his cane at Bellatrix.
“Do your own dirty work Bellatrix, but you’re not touching my friends!” he snarled, thrust his cane forward and cocked his head to the side.
Bella smiled a little. “I didn’t know you were acquainted with Xavier Shacklebolt, kitty.” She rolled her eyes, not threatened in the least by his anger or his cane. “He has no care for underaged wizards who moan and groan about stupid things. He cares about the older wizards who look to do Him harm.”
She gave him a look as she held the picture out towards him again. “Besides. You saw the mark. It’s not my dirty work and it was never my job.”
His shoulders dropped… Kingsley’s family perhaps? He was still unsure as to whether he could do it or not.
He took a look at the picture and blinked a few times when he noticed that it wasn’t moving.
“This is a muggle photo? What’re you doing with this Bellatrix?” he asked with a hint of suspicion.
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This was altogether wrong… what the hell was a ‘dark mark’? It was magic he’d never heard of to be certain, and the academic pride of Ravenclaw demanded he knew what it was…
He muttered a quick reply to Bellatrix.
“Just a minute, let me take a look at that thing…” he pulled his wand from the top of his cane and went to take a closer look.
“No!” She was on her feet in a second and Quirrell’s wand was at the base of the tree. Her eyes were wide and blood shot, her chest heaving. “You stupid boy!” She advanced on him before calming down some, her shoulders relaxing. “No, kitty.” She lowered her wand and stuck it into her bun. “Don’t touch it. No one can touch it…”
She turned her back on him to look out at the grounds. “Do you want your assignment or not, kitty?” She had lost her temper… that wasn’t good. She needed to remain in control.
Quirinus was in shock; she’d disarmed him, gone mental and returned to normal in a matter of seconds… he couldn’t afford to press the issue, he didn’t know if her temper would take it.
“Just… calm it Bella… what is it you want me to do?” he asked in the most soothing voice he could muster.
Bella snorted and stuck her wand in the knot on the top of her head. “It’s not what I want you to do, kitty.” She looked out over the grounds calmly. Quirrell was her puppet, she knew. But that didn’t mean she would listen to him about everything. “You need to silence someone. Think you can do it?”
Quirinus’s stomach dropped and a cold sweat descended on the boy, he’d fought people to cause harm before but… he didn’t know if he had the guts to snuff someone out.
But Bellatrix was going to be a brick wall unless she was sated and getting information out of her until then would be like trying to draw blood from a stone.
Fuck.
A one word answer would ensure his voice wouldn’t betray his disgust.
“Who?”
Bella pulled a moving picture of a man out of her pocket and held it out to him. “His name is Shacklebolt… the name should sound familiar.” She looks up to meet Quirrell’s eyes briefly before turning away again. “He’s been causing too much trouble. He’s dead by the end of the month…. or you are, kitty.”
No. Not happening.
Just no.
What had Kingsley even done? Were these orders from Rodolphus… or was Bellatrix starting to throw her weight around?
He’d refuse. Point blank. But he wasn’t ending up dead for this, not a chance.
“Like. Fuck.” he spat out.
He pushed both his arms outward and shot backwards before pointing his cane at Bellatrix.
“Do your own dirty work Bellatrix, but you’re not touching my friends!” he snarled, thrust his cane forward and cocked his head to the side.
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This was altogether wrong… what the hell was a ‘dark mark’? It was magic he’d never heard of to be certain, and the academic pride of Ravenclaw demanded he knew what it was…
He muttered a quick reply to Bellatrix.
“Just a minute, let me take a look at that thing…” he pulled his wand from the top of his cane and went to take a closer look.
“No!” She was on her feet in a second and Quirrell’s wand was at the base of the tree. Her eyes were wide and blood shot, her chest heaving. “You stupid boy!” She advanced on him before calming down some, her shoulders relaxing. “No, kitty.” She lowered her wand and stuck it into her bun. “Don’t touch it. No one can touch it…”
She turned her back on him to look out at the grounds. “Do you want your assignment or not, kitty?” She had lost her temper… that wasn’t good. She needed to remain in control.
Quirinus was in shock; she’d disarmed him, gone mental and returned to normal in a matter of seconds… he couldn’t afford to press the issue, he didn’t know if her temper would take it.
“Just… calm it Bella… what is it you want me to do?” he asked in the most soothing voice he could muster.
Bella snorted and stuck her wand in the knot on the top of her head. “It’s not what I want you to do, kitty.” She looked out over the grounds calmly. Quirrell was her puppet, she knew. But that didn’t mean she would listen to him about everything. “You need to silence someone. Think you can do it?”
Quirinus’s stomach dropped and a cold sweat descended on the boy, he’d fought people to cause harm before but… he didn’t know if he had the guts to snuff someone out.
But Bellatrix was going to be a brick wall unless she was sated and getting information out of her until then would be like trying to draw blood from a stone.
Fuck.
A one word answer would ensure his voice wouldn’t betray his disgust.
“Who?”
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This was altogether wrong… what the hell was a ‘dark mark’? It was magic he’d never heard of to be certain, and the academic pride of Ravenclaw demanded he knew what it was…
He muttered a quick reply to Bellatrix.
“Just a minute, let me take a look at that thing…” he pulled his wand from the top of his cane and went to take a closer look.
“No!” She was on her feet in a second and Quirrell’s wand was at the base of the tree. Her eyes were wide and blood shot, her chest heaving. “You stupid boy!” She advanced on him before calming down some, her shoulders relaxing. “No, kitty.” She lowered her wand and stuck it into her bun. “Don’t touch it. No one can touch it…”
She turned her back on him to look out at the grounds. “Do you want your assignment or not, kitty?” She had lost her temper… that wasn’t good. She needed to remain in control.
Quirinus was in shock; she’d disarmed him, gone mental and returned to normal in a matter of seconds… he couldn’t afford to press the issue, he didn’t know if her temper would take it.
“Just… calm it Bella… what is it you want me to do?” he asked in the most soothing voice he could muster.
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Quirinus flinched at the sight before him, was that a tattoo? There was something alltogether wrong about what he was seeing, he gave it the once over and moved his gaze to look Bellatrix in the eye.“What is this Bellatrix?” he spoke quickly and quietly, his voice soft, his words reasonable but the undertones laced with danger and concern. It wasn’t simply ink and skin, it was of magical origin and it was resonating within his mind when he looked at it… not that he could look at it for more than a few seconds, it seemed that it inspired fear…
“The Dark Mark.” That had been the first time she had muttered it since she had got it and it sent a wave of excitement up her spine. She closed her eyes briefly before rolling her sleeve back down and blasting another bird out of the tree to calm herself down. Get rid of some energy.
“Ready for your assignment, kitty?”
This was altogether wrong… what the hell was a ‘dark mark’? It was magic he’d never heard of to be certain, and the academic pride of Ravenclaw demanded he knew what it was…
He muttered a quick reply to Bellatrix.
“Just a minute, let me take a look at that thing…” he pulled his wand from the top of his cane and went to take a closer look.
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