"Across the Pond"
Chapter Nine
"Evada Kedavra!" cried Mr. Anderson.
As that terrible, life-cutting green light came toward him, Uriel seemed frozen in time, just for an instant. He ducked, and it missed. "Expelliarmus!" he yelled.
"Protego!" countered Anderson. "Serpensortia! I shall enjoy watching you slowly die, as my little friend's venom spreads through your body!" Suddenly, a cobra slid out of Mr. Anderson's wand.
" Impera Evanasca," said an unimpressed Uriel, destroying the snake. "Expelliarmus! Incarcero!" Anderson was too taken aback by the destruction of his snake to block the attacks, and so was disarmed and bound up in ropes. The force of the attack launched him all the way across the bridge to the other side of the room. Uriel took the book and the gauntlet, stowed them away in his large pockets, and pursued Anderson over the bridge.
"Now," panted Uriel, "since you were not under the Imperius curse, and aided the Dark Lord of your own free will, you are complicit in several crimes. As such, by the power vested in me by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I arrest you in the name of the law. Wingardium lev—"
"AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!" Using nonverbal spells, Anderson broke out of his bonds and seized his and Uriel's wands. " CRUCIO!" Uriel was forced onto the ground. He writhed in agony. He had never been attacked with this curse before…the pain was unbelievable…every fiber of his being was ablaze with the pure, fiery, sub-animalistic sensation of PAIN!
But he had to pull himself together…he managed to get on his hands and knees…he lifted his head…with another blast of the curse, he was knocked flat again, adding a jarred jaw to his list of woes.
"Yes, Inkwell…suffer awhile…Does it hurt? I hope so. I hope it kills you. You were always humiliating my son…always being better, more intelligent than him…doing better in your studies…filthy Mudblood…filthy…half-breed. You don't deserve that kind of power. You don't deserve to live. And you won't for much longer…when my master comes, he'll kill all of you freaks." Mr. Anderson sent another wave of the curse into Uriel, who screamed bloody murder. "How do you like a little humiliation, Inkwell? Doesn't fell very nice, does it? Maybe, if I keep this up, you'll go mad like the Longbottoms…won't that be fun?"
And Uriel was about to go mad. He had to get free…had to get free…
"And you and that blood-traitor, Mercury! You fools were wrong. While it is true that there will be Death Eaters in this country someday, that is not why I had my son steal the book. No, it's because that horrid little meddler Potter and that old fool Dumbledore have discovered my master's horcruxes…that is, the devices into which the five parts of his soul are divided. While he doubts that all of the horcruxes will be destroyed, the ones that are will significantly weaken him. So, he had me find a way to make him strong forever. And here it is. The Gauntlet. All of the appropriate charms have been made, except one the book did not know. You see, if I indeed plan to make my master immortal, I will have to create, essentially, a sixth horcrux. Now, this would obviously kill him. So, he will need enough spiritual energy to make up for this extreme splitting of himself. He will need another soul. And so, the last ingredient is: a human sacrifice. And you are to have the honor of being it. Without further ado, Evada Kedavra!" This was exactly what Uriel needed. Now that the spell was broken, he had an instant to escape. Uriel did just that, and nonverbally cast the disarming spell. Unfortunately, it went a bit awry, and the wands flew to the other side of the room instead of his hand.
With nothing left now but his most elementary weapons, Anderson launched himself onto Uriel and began choking him. Uriel kicked him firmly in the chest. Wheezing and sputtering, Anderson stumbled backward. Uriel punched him twice across the face and kicked him firmly in the groin, thrice.
"I'm going to kill you," announced Uriel.
He lashed out at Anderson, kicking him in the gut and forcing him down. He kicked him hard in the kidney area several times. He then grabbed the man by the hair and bashed his forehead against the wall. Anderson turned to face Uriel. He back-handed him across the face. Uriel, enraged by the action, began ripping out strands of Anderson's hair and attempting to force them down his throat. Anderson tried to gouge out Uriel's eyes.
Then, all hell broke loose. Down to their most basic instincts, Uriel and Anderson clawed at each other like wild animals, the former leaving long, bleeding scratches on the latter's face. Anderson then punched everything on Uriel, from his face to his gut. He was eventually forced off, taking the front of Uriel's shirt with him.
Uriel stood. He punched the breathless Anderson in the face twice more, then raised his knee, and bashed the old sinner's face against it five times, breaking most of the bones of his visage and destroying his good looks for all time. Uriel grabbed the man by the hair, once again, and hauled him to the brink of the bottomless crevasse. Then, without thought and with a demented, tortured cackle, he pushed Anderson over the edge.
Darkness.
