Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2016 4:43:34 GMT -7
Getting away from the school had been twenty times harder this time. Well, more getting out of sight was. The Hogsmede trips were the only thing that made any of this possible anymore, really.
She had checked the addresses, done her research, even sent a few anonymous letters until she finally found them. The two men who had allegedly killed Susans father. They were activists of some kind and didn't agree with the mans politics, which seemed like a pretty stupid reason to kill someone if you asked Andy. However, asking her anything right now would be pretty pointless, because her mind was not there. She was back in that black abyss. The one she'd found with Nik's 'help'. The one she used to hurt him, to hurt Desirae, and now it brought her here.
She had her violin and bow in one hand, her wand in the other, as she stood in front of the house. The creepiest thing about it all was that she was still in her school uniform. She was also incredibly pale. Maybe from nerves, maybe from lack of sleep, she didn't know. Nor did she care. But it was like a scene from a bad horror movie where the ghost of some seventeen year old school girl was the one doing the haunting.
She cocked her head to one side and waited until she heard the familiar crack before cocking her head to the other side for one more, then she straightened out and took the steps up to the porch, until the door was before her. She didn't even bother to lift her wand to the doorknob, instead giving the tiniest flick and muttering, "Alohomora,". The door opened and she stepped through to see five men all sitting around a table, seeming to be playing some sort of card game. They looked up at her and two sneered, two smiled, and only one looked like they had seen a ghost. That just wouldn't do.
"Tell me," she said calmly, "where can I find the ones who killed William Henry Windsor? I have a score to settle with them," her voice was flat, with no feeling whatsoever. It was almost as if she was bored. One of the men laugh and Andy frowned, "no? Not going to tell me which two it was? Fine. You can all play," she lifted her hand with the violin and released it, but it just floated away from her as she controlled it with her wand. Then she released the bow, and the violin started playing a song midair. She kept her wand movement small, though, her wand still at her side as she controlled the instrument.
"Enough music," the door suddenly slammed shut behind her and that's when all hell broke loose. The violin and bow separated from each other and flew toward the five men. The bow cut the telephone lines and Andy locked the doors and closed the blinds using magic. It took the men a moment to register what was happening, that this bow and this violin where cutting them and bludgeoning them as if of their own accord. Andy took a few steps back and leaned against the wall, lifting her wand as if she was conducting an orchestra. One of the men made eye contact with her and made a run toward her, only to be smacked so hard in the head by the violin that he passed out on the floor. Andy knew she didn't have much time left, not with her using magic and the men shouting for help. But, one by one they were all knocked down, unconscious, until there was only one left, kneeling in front of her, his entire body shaking.
She pushed off the wall and stepped up to him, bent down, and placed her hand gently on his chin. "So, which two are they?" she asked again. The man blubbered, pointing to one man by the table and another by the window. Andy smiled, another dead ghostly smile, "thanks." Then she lifted a hand and punched him right in the face until he crumpled too.
She cracked her neck again and sighed at the sight of her broken violin floating back toward her. She caught it with one hand, her bow with the other. She took in a deep breath and looked down at her clothes. Blood, of course. Again.
The next morning, Scotland Yard would find two bodies on their doorstep. They weren't dead, none of the men were, but they were beaten enough to need medical attention. Andy assumed, and assumed right, that Aurors and Obliviators showed up on the scene right after she left. They wiped the memories of those involved and made the incident look as un-magic as possible before the muggle authorities got there. Those men wouldn't remember her face, her violin, any of it. That almost made it not worth it.
She slowly started to come back to reality as she cleaned off the blood while heading back to Hogsmede. Her entire body started to shake, starting with her hands, and she quickly dumped her violin and bow in the nearest bin she could find. Why did her hand hurt so much? Her knuckles were bruised, too. Oh, right... she had punched that last one. That was going to hurt tomorrow. Suddenly all the feeling came back to her as she apparated back just outside Hogsmede...