Harry Potter and the Next Generation: Year One
Chapter 11: Rosnick
The Russian warlock who sat in front of them could only be described as sinister looking, what with his long greasy grey hair and dark bags under his cold, black eyes. His skin was as pale as a sick Vampire and when he glared at them, Harry felt as though he was having his essence drained away by the second. This man was Victor Rosnick.
"By the way, Harry," said Minister Kragoff who stood behind Harry. "You don't have to get me a Christmas present this year. The capture of this sadistic bastard should suffice."
"Here, here," agreed Malfoy who sat on Harry's right. On his left was Hermione who wore a grey and black suit and a long dark skit to go along with it. She looked presentable, professional, and beautiful.
"So," Harry began, smiling slightly. "Victor Rosnick…the most powerful warlock in his large and powerful country. The man who created the contagion potion and injected it into one hundred capture men, Muggles and Wizards alike."
Rosnickcould only smile back.
"Your potion turned them into Inferi," Malfoy said. "Or, zombies as Muggles call them. You planned to set them all loose on the rest of the world as the curse could be transferred through biting. It would be an apocalypse."
"And I would have succeeded too," Rosnick replied, dryly. "I am a mastermind. I know how to create chaos. All I want…is chaos."
Harry once again glared.
"Yes, but you didn't count on Britain getting involved did you?"
"Didn't expect famous Harry James Potter and all of his companions to bet let loose on you?" the Minister added.
"Well," said Rosnick. "What can I say? Shit happens."
Harry nodded, smiling again.
"And for the murder of all those men, you won't just be going away," Harry continued. "A quick and clean execution with no questions asked."
"Life's a bitch, isn't it?" Malfoy smirked, smiling for the first time in what seemed like years.
Rosnick did no more than glare back.
"You're right, Mr. Malfoy," he muttered. "But only know, that life can be bad for more than just one side of a war."
"This wasn't a war," Harry interjected. "It was a dispute…I'm done with wars."
"As are we all," Hermione finished.
Rosnick bowed his head.
"Well, I suppose I lost whatever this was," he said. "I just hope I can make a comeback."
"You're being executed tonight," Malfoy reminded.
Rosnick smiled.
"Genius warlocks can escape regular wizards, Mr. Malfoy," he said.
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The guards directed the dark warlock down the corridors of the ministry, not daring to look at him. As they did so, they did not notice the small light the appeared on his shackles for just a second, causing them to slip off his wrists. They clattered to the floor, noisily and the guards turned, pointing their wands at Rosnick.
Green light spilled from his right hand, leaving small scars, and causing the left guard to fall to the ground, dead.
The other's spell was deflected by Rosnick's other hand before it too hit the man with green light.
"Hand magic," he muttered in Russian. "Best kind there is."
"I beg to differ," called a voice from behind in Russian as well.
Rosnick turned to see the Minister running toward him, obviously furious as he saw the bodies of his two guards.
The Minister drew his black wand, gripping the light brown handle tightly and directing the tip at the warlock.
"Then we duel," Rosnick suggested in English.
He shot purple flame at Kragoff who waved it aside with a quick shield charm. He then countered with a burst of orange and black flames which nearly hit the warlock. The two began to duel hard, with light shooting against the walls and causing others to appear to help. Harry suddenly drew his wand without anyone noticing. One quick motion towards the distracted warlock and Rosnick was on the ground.
Kragoff cast a body bind spell before running up with the others to look at the fallen villain.
"Well, that was too easy," Ron said. "Not that I'm complaining."
"Get him out of here!" commanded the Minister at five other guards who had appeared.
Hermione and Malfoy tended to the fallen guards.
"They're not dead," Hermione told, causing the others to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Perhaps Mr. Rosnick wasn't as talented in hang magic as he would have liked to believe," Malfoy said. "A stunning charm from the man probably would have barely made us stumble."
"Even the best wizards need a wand," Hermione added. "It's the only way to use magic correctly."
"Agreed," said Harry. "And now, we can hurry up and finish whatever paper work is left. Then, we can go home!"
The others all nodded, looking exhausted.
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