A/N: This fanfiction is about my OCs Lilian Achura and Elinor Shiras, my first RPG-characters. Since they have a rather complicated background, I decided to write this. The story is set during Harry's 5th year, but he and his friends will not appear that often. I tried to depict all characters as accurately as possible, but, seeing as this story is not told from Harry's PoV, some people might act a little differently than they do around him.
The cover shows Lily and Elinor in medieval clothing, because the LotR-maker (and similar ones) are the only ones where you can create several dolls at once, and I just love this one. So there.
The prologe is very short, but the chapters are longer, so please do not use this as reference.
Disclaimer: all characters belong to J.K. Rowling, except Lily, Elinor and their respective families/house elves. This applies to all of the story.
Vengeance
Panting slightly, he dashed down the dark alleyway, looking for his prey. She had to be close, he knew.
He wasn't even thinking about using his wand to find her. Taunting her into revealing herself would be so much better.
"What is the matter, Abigail? Are you too scared to stand up to me after successfully murdering my mother?! I didn't know that being a Death Eater entailed being a coward!"
Tabatha had actually been his mother-in-law, but Roland didn't care about such little details. She had been family, and family was to be protected or – in case of murder – avenged.
He was in a strange way happy to see his taunt had had the intended effect. Abby came out from her hiding place to confront him directly.
While she – being a Death Eater – knew more about black magic than he'd ever find out, he had an advantage – he was an Auror. Albeit a young one. And she was a year younger than him, so he didn't expect her to be too overly powerful.
His words had made her angry, and with a growl, she sent a curse flying in his direction. Roland dodged and retaliated, and soon, the whole alley was glowing brightly with the light from a variety of curses and jinxes. Both duellists were determined to kill the other.
A curse rebounding from the ground hit his left knee and Roland cursed. Abigail laughed, clearly delighted that she had managed to land a hit. Roland's mood sank – if possible – even further.
She blocked his next spell with a shield charm, but dropped it instantly to resume her attack – which was exactly what he had been anticipating. So he sent a second curse right after the first. Having not enough time to react, Abigail was smashed into the wall. There was a sickening crunching noise as several bones in her body were shattered.
Roland lowered his wand and looked down at the lifeless figure.
I had better inform my unworthy "cousin" of his wife's demise. And I need to tell Alice to mark her as dead.
Abby had been his wife's cousin; she had turned away from the family and joined the Death Eaters. And now she had murdered her own aunt. The blood relation made her crime even worse in his eyes.
Roland quickly checked the injury on his knee, then he turned on the spot and disappeared with a soft popping noise.
A/N: I know the actual quote is "wit beyond measure", but I didn't like that as a title.