THE ART OF BLACKMAIL[BURT]

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It was a very late evening I had been working double duty shifts for the last week, since they found the body of Kingsley by the Shrieking Shack, they have no idea why he was over there or had done it, but someone killed him. This was unbelievable to me as a person as I never thought that Kingsley could be killed, the man was such a powerful wizard, and accomplished Auror and an extremely amazing Minister, I was proud to be even thought of his successor, and one would have thought l would have the position since he was dead now, but no this piece of crap, they put in her is in Minister now. Take my position from me, this is war now I thought as I filled out a few papers and stuffed them in a drawer, the gloves were off now I was going to run for Minister in the next election if I didn’t convince the Wizengamont to call for an election sooner, he could not lead during this crisis.

He was bloody hell going around trying to cover up the entire fact there was a killer on the loose, and him taking my Chief Warlock position from me was to just try to limit my power and influence. The guy has no idea what he is doing, he thinks he can limit the influence I have built up in this Ministry, Kinglsey made it clear I was to be Minister after him. A sound of yelling, outside my office distracted my thoughts from a letter requesting the endorsement of St. Mungos Healers, looking up I started to stand up from my chair and lean over my desk. Reaching for my wand, I was not nearly as fast enough as I should have been. The office door flew open, and my bodyguard was flying through it and landed with a loud thud next to my desk, as I turned around and raised my wand it flew out of my hand and I was being forced into the chair by some unseen force of power.

Everything was happening so quickly, the person who was doing this wore long dark black robes and his face was covered with a hood and shadows surrounding the hood. A concealement charm of shadows, dark magic was at play here. ”WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM” I roared at the figure struggling to remove myself from the confinements of my chair. The figure just waved his wand and the door slammed shut and locked, and glowed for a quick second, and then he pointed it at me. In a split second the shadows were gone and the hood fell, revealing the face of Headmaster Burt Reynolds, his eyes cold as ice a twisted look of paranoia and accomplishment was portrayed as he uttered the words, so simply with no emotion at all “Crucio”, and the pain filled my body and I went to scream but nothing came out, as I squirmed in the chair fighting a curse designed to torture someone.

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@burt

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It was a rather late evening at the Ministry now, most people were gone but security was still present but, that was not going to be a problem. In a burst of flames of the fireplace I stepped out my long black robes flowing around me as I move down in a fast stride to the lifts as a security guard walked up to me. ”Alex, good to see you. Here to see Dwight” the words escaped my mouth so easily, and a smile crept upon my face as the man simply allowed me to continue to the lifts. You could have just saved him…but, better you’re not a hero I thought as I climbed upon the lift and the door closed as I pushed the button for it to move it up to the first floor. Part of me wish it had never came to this; I did not want to go down such a horrible road where I could ruin a man’s life, one who had such a bright future in politics. However; he had stepped out of line to many times, ignored the warnings from Vince and Avyanna. Through I guess we all knew it was coming because he tried to stop me from being appointed to Headmaster, and that was the dire move that sealed his fate. Stepping out the lift, I looked around the office most of it was dark except for the area by Dwight’s office. A smirk played on my face as I knew he would have bodyguards present with him, removing my wand I waved and gave the incantation ”faciem umbras”. It was a concealment charm of dark magic, making my entire face of black shadows; no one would be able to see who I was unless the charm broke.

My stride did not break from my original fast stride from the Atrium, my wand at my side, I turned the corner and raised my hand walking to his office and noticed he only had one bodyguard on duty for the night. Foolish move, you think of yourself to highly I thought as the bodyguard started to notice me, he reacted fast and yelled a curse in my direction but, I was faster even given my age. Whipping my wand in the air above me I flicked it, and the man’s wand flew out of his hand disarmed, he ran for his wand at once. An evil laugh escaped me as I flicked my wand once more and the man went flying through the office door into Dwight’s office, landing with a loud crash. Running I raised my wand and pointed it at Dwight and sent him back in his chair with a strong body binding curse. He was not going to be able to move, closing the door behind me I waved my wand over my face to break the concealment charm. The door closed and locked behind me and I pointed my wand right at him and spoke the simple word to such a devastating curse ”Crucio”, and he tried to scream but a silence charm had been casted on him, and I just chuckled as he squirmed in the chair, and with a sudden swish of my wand I broke the curse and an evil accomplished grin spread across my face.

Walking over to him from the other side so I could see if the bodyguard moved, I turned his chair so he would face my eyes. ”Dwight….you foolish boy. You have been meddling in my plans recently, plans that were made when you were just a kid in Hogwarts. It’s time you learn your place, which is beneath my feet, serve me right and you will stay in your position. Fail me, and well I’ll simply have to reveal on what happened on a certain night fifteen years ago…it was October right? Who did you kill?” the words that came from my mouth dripped with poison. Some research into Dwight’s past and of course some other forms of getting information, had led me to finding out a deep secret of the man wanting to have my future job. Our eyes stared at each other as I pointed my wand directly at his temple and waited to see if he put up a fight from my pry into his memories.

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As soon as the curse hit me, I could feel like the insides of my body were being ripped apart by sheer force. The pain went through every part of my body and at first I held my teeth not screaming at all, ready to just pass out from the pain eventually before I had to go through anything else. However; I knew that was no real possibility, I finally screamed in pain for help but no help was coming. Soon he broke off the curse and started to speak to me, his tone was colder than ever before. The things he sad at him, I spit at his feet when he said I would get down and serve beneath them like I was some dog. Did this man having any idea who I truly was, Kingsley choose me to be his successor not this old man. ”So it’s true you want to be Minister for Magic, you think I will let you ever get that job you will have to kill me first and hell would have to freeze over!” the words spat out of my mouth as my anger was growing. This old man was going to kill me but, then he started speaking of a night in October, one fifteen years ago. ”I have no idea what you are talking about…” I started to speak but the words broke off as he put his wand to my head. Burt Reynolds was extremely skilled, no one could deny it and he proved it to me as I could feel him going through my mind like an open book until, he found the memory he wanted, one so long ago.

It was late October night as a younger 47 year old Myron Winterfield then Senior Auror made his way down a dirt road in the woods just outside of Godric’s Hollow. He had been alerted that a former Death Eater had been spotted in the area and was involved in a recent muggle family killing. The thought of such a person killing people for being muggles was just terrifying to Dwight as he saw, utterly ruthless. The family had three young kids, all of them were killed as well and seemed to have been tortured beforehand, and his anger was slowly building inside of him. As he turned a corner he spotted something moving in the darkness off the road, it was a figure in a dark cloak and they had their hand out with a wand drawn. He moved off the path his wand drawn and started making his way down to the figures. ”Stupefy!” yelled Dwight and a stunning charm shot down to them, missing them narrowly. The words he heard came from a woman, who apparently was the figure and it was a plea to stop. No it was the words of the killing curse and he dove to the ground dodging the green shot of light.

Getting up, he flicked his wand and sent a burning curse down to the, now appeared woman, which she deflected and sent right back hitting Dwight’s left arm. A frustrating sigh escaped his mouth as he started running down and sent blasting curses along with with the diffindo charm casted a tree branch. One of the curses finally hit the woman who flew back and hit a tree before falling to the ground, the tree branch that fell, nearly missing her. ”ENOUGH!” roared Dwight as ropes shot out his wand and wrapped the woman to the tree and he stepped up staring at the wicked woman in front of him. Pale, shallow face, long brown grey hair with nearly every tooth missing from her mouth she just laughed and spilled about killing the muggle family. At least I got a confession thought Dwight but what the woman said next sent a chill down his spine, she bragged about hearing the children scream for mercy before killing them, granting them mercy as she said. ”Vile woman…Azkaban is too good for you”spoke Dwight, he was so angered by the lady he rose his wand at her as she continued laughing and bragging. The words came so clearly out his mouth, a bright flash of green light and the lady stopped talking. Her eyes wide and her body now limp, the life drained out of her.

A sigh escaped my mouth as I looked up into the eyes of old man Reynolds, an evil grin was still playing on his face but it seemed more satisfied now, there was no fear of paranoia in his eyes or smile like when he first came in. It was because he got what he wanted, an ends to destroy me and my entire political career. ”At least the person I killed deserved it, you think you aveneged your daughter by sending Ian to Azkaban instead of a Dementors kiss?!” I screamed as I tried to move my chair but his charm was still preventing me from moving arms or getting up. I watched as he just started to laugh at my attempts to move, as he made very clear to me ”I won’t kill you Dwight but I’m going to make you wish I did. You’re going to listen to me now or everyone will know what you did, I don’t see Potter defending you on this neither would blasted Kingsley”. His words were like a hiss coming from his mouth his face inches from mine now.

”They say third time is charm…I guess Lord Voldemort will have to die one more time to cease to exist?” I spoke my voice was calm as I looked into the eyes of who might just become the next Voldemort.

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Dwight killed!

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