Mortal Enemy's
Rose
SWOOSH, a curse flew over my head. He was close, I picked up the pace willing my feet to move faster trying to ignore the stitch in my side.
SWOOSH, another curse. I could hear the thundering of my heart even above the thundering of my feet.
"You can't run forever my dear" said a mocking voice that sent a chill straight to my heart. The blood pounding in my ears was becoming unbearable and I was running on pure adrenaline.
I tripped and landed flat on my face. Two feet stopped in font of me as I looked up, they were jet black with ornate silver patterns snaking there way to the pointed toes.
"I'm going to die!" Darkness finally took me.
Lucian
Crack, I disapparated straight into my rather shabby one room shack, she was unconscious and I was bleeding uncontrollably from a stump where my left hand used to be. Using my wand I levitated her onto the single bed before turning my attention to my wrist. I'd never felt pain like it, it seared up my whole arm, I was lucky to get us both out of there and I was surprised that the first scorching pain had not rendered me as immobile as the girl on my bed. Pointing my wand at the dripping I sealed it and cleaned it up, I knew I couldn't replace the hand as it was a dark curse that had blown it off.
I sighed and stood up to observe the female in my bed. She was as beautiful as I remember from Hogwarts, she was slightly taller than I remember, the cute freckles were still there though as was the fiery red hair though she had cut it short since I'd last seen three years ago, she'd been in 6th year then and I was just finishing my 7th year. I'd been away too long.
Draco
I sat at the long table of his dining room twiddling with my wand when the double doors burst open. In strode a tall weedy young man anger seeming to pore out of every sinew in his body.
"Who's this" he said looking at a small old man sitting across from me.
"He's from the ministry he has information concerning some rebel slaves", I replied in a slow drawl
"Avada Kedavra".
The old man slid of the chair dead.
"What went wrong" I said standing up.
"Call Lance" the tall man spat
"Er.. Okay". I strode over to the fireplace removed some floo powder and through it into the flames which instantly turned green.
"You better get here quick he's not happy"
A few seconds later a middle aged man scrambled out of the fire, he took a frightened glance round the room before his gaze landed on the wizard leaning against a wall in the corner of the room.
"Do you know what happened to me tonight Lance" he hissed
"No Master"
"I was chasing a blood traitor through the woods hoping to end said blood traitors life", He paused here to see the reaction of the cowering man in front of him. When there was none he continued.
"I had nearly caught the blood traitor when I was interrupted, do you know who interrupted me"
"N-N-No I Do-"
"IT WAS YOUR SON" he roared causing me to jump and Lance to nearly fall back into the fireplace.
"Lucian" Lance said regaining his composure, he looked like he had a bad taste in his mouth.
"Seems he's not abroad like you so confidently told me"
"To be fair sir that was over two years ago" said Lance standing up straight for the first time since he had entered the room.
"CRUCIO!"
Lance collapsed on the floor letting out a howl as he writhed on floor. His Master advanced out of the corner his wand outstretched so he could properly observe his victim.
I meanwhile had reseated myself at the the table deep in thought. Lucian Lestrange had returned to Britain it seemed, which was nothing but bad news. To be fair Lucian had never came out in opposition of my Master's rise to power but they had been mortal enemy's since Lucian's first year at Hogwarts where he proved to be as much of a genius as my Master. Clearly his actions tonight proved he was going to be nothing but trouble.
