Note: I don't own the Harry Potter characters. But I do own Cyrus Henderson.

Chapter 1: The Encounter

It was a very cold and rainy day. 56 year old Cyrus Henderson was on his way through a forest to his house on the hill. He was wearing his usual outfit which was a black shirt and black pants lined with golden rims and pockets. In addition he wore his black cloak which was also outlined with gold. His hat was also black and outlined with gold and same for his boots. He walked with a limp on his left leg and had a cane(again black with a golden tip). His right hand was wearing a black glove but he wasn't wearing one on his left.

He wondered through the forest until he came to a patch where no trees were growing. Two women came out from the side. One of the women, a black haired, middle aged woman, stopped and looked at Cyrus. She let out a wicked chuckle.

" Look what we have here, sissy. A muggle. Ooohh this will be fun."

"not now Bella. We have to get back to the Dark Lord before he realizes we're missing." The other woman replied.

"you go ahead. Just tell him I'm hunting muggles." The black haired woman began walking closer to Cyrus while the other continued walking along the path.

Cyrus could sense a dual coming. So he watched the woman approach him cautiously.

" allow me to introduce myself. My name is Bellatrix Lestrange. Death Eater and Servant to the Dark Lord." the woman stated.

"if you're a servant then you do stuff for free and have no saying in it." Cyrus always like to tease his rivals. But most of the time he was actually persuading them to changes sides. And it normally worked.

"shut it Muggle!" Bellatrix pulled out her wand and pointed it at Cyrus.

"a stick? Gal you need more than that to defeat anyone."

"it's a wand! I'm a witch. And proud of it." Bellatrix was become more impatient. The muggle was opposing her, something she didn't like at all.

"A witch? Boy you guys are getting common."

"what do you mean?" Bellatrix knew that the Death Eaters weren't exactly discrete with their magic on Muggles but this still took her by surprise.

"ran into one the other day. Poor guy got full blast of my Ballista. Fried him like a chicken. Literally close to nothing was left of him. Except his bones and some bits of his robes. That's just about it." Cyrus spoke as if this was ordinary to him.

But to Bellatrix this struck something a memory. Her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, had been killed yesterday by ,what the Dark Lord believed to be, a group of Aurors. But only his bones and some of his clothes was found, exactly like the wizard Cyrus said he ran into. Her anger grew extremely high once she figured it out.

"you killed my husband." She said, obviously angry." You killed Rodolphus! Oh I'll get my revenge! Avada Kedavra!"

There was a bright flash of green light that hit Cyrus's gloved hand. But rather than killing him, it bounced off and hit a tree, killing that instead. Bellatrix stood there gaping.

"how can you survive that? How can you survive the deadly Avada Kedavra?" She was so shocked that she seemed to be struggling to speak.

"dunno. Though you did hit my metal hand." Cyrus brushed himself off from the leaves knocked off the dead tree when the curse hit.

"well I won't be making the same mistake twice." She aimed for his left leg."Avada Kedavra!"

The curse hit but did absolutely nothing. Cyrus sighed.

"That would have been a good shot had it not been that you it my peg leg."

"it doesn't look like a peg leg"

"it's easy to disguise. Just put a boot on it and strap it down." Cyrus then looked up at the sky."oh dear. It's going to hail."

"wait what?!"

"in addition to being a pioneer and adventurer, I'm also a weatherman. You have to know how to predict the weather when you sail the seven seas." Cyrus then opened a small bag he had on the right side of his waist and pulled out an umbrella. He opened it and connected the the base to the tip of his cane. It covered him perfectly. "5...4...3...2...1..."

The moment he said 1 it began hailing. The hail was smashing to bits on Cyrus's umbrella protecting him. But Bellatrix was unlucky. The hail was golf ball sized. Bellatrix was desperately trying to protect herself but unfortunately a larger hail piece hit her right on the head. She fell to the ground, completely knocked out. Cyrus looked at her body for a few seconds before saying,

"well I can't just leave her here to die." He sighed. He leaned down and picked Bellatrix up." Sometimes I hate doing the right thing."

He began to continue his walk home, now carring the unconscious Bellatrix. This was going to be a rough.

Author's note: First chapter of my first story on this website. If you see any errors please tell me. And also tell me what you think of the overall story and your theories of what will happen.