Chapter 1: Scourge finds out… hehe
Scourge, the most feared man in both the magical and Muggle worlds, had a complaint to verify. Normally, I would NOT have been authorized to write this… but he said that this was for the safety of the world. Scourge, who is blond, male, 14, and runs Scourge's Army like the army that it is, was walking to the Dursley's with me. I am Ross, 6'1", love combat, and hates child abusers, as does Scourge.
"Scourge, what the f**** are we doing here?! Tell me now." I said, calmly and with a hint of distress in my voice. "A complaint has been voiced by one Arabella Figg that Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, is in an abusive household. If that is true, may God have mercy on the unfortunate souls in that hell that Mr. Potter has had to call home. Then I WILL make sure that Daniel and Emmaline Granger accept the adoption papers and sign them. Don't they have a daughter? Hermione Granger, right?" Scourge replied, with a hint of anger at the bastards.
The reason why child abusers fear Scourge is that he kills them all. It does not matter if you are as meek as a poor man, he WILL kill you if you hurt a child. Moving on, Scourge reached the apparent address. "Damn, blood wards put up by one Albus Brian Percival Wulfric Dumbeldore, violation 1 for him, gives me a reason to go after him. Ha he ha, his life is going to get… difficult for him. " At that point, we moved in. "SA, hands in the air, now!" There was a fat boy, who was as ugly as a whale, an even fatter man, and a sour faced woman staring at the .44 Magnums in our hands. Fat boy was going cross-eyed staring down the barrels. "Where the HELL is Harry James Potter, tell me the truth, and maybe, I do not kill you. Do. You. Understand. Me?" The ugly people nodded, and pointed to the stairs. Scourge commanded, "Ross, check under the stairs. The rest of you, kneel with your hands interlaced behind your head, yeah, execution style." I did as he commanded. What I found shocked me to the core.
"SCOURGE, we need EMS immediately, call 91- sorry, 999. You won't like this." The boy was bleeding everywhere, and it looked like he was not going to make it. I asked if he could hear me. The boy shocked me even more by staring at me and saying, "Yes." Raven-haired, green-eyed, he looked scared, and broken. That would not do. "Ross… oh damn." 3 gunshots, 3 deaths. Was it really so wrong to kill them?