Weekly Review 3
It was a blast, relaxing in a warm bath, I enchanted to constantly bubble up and stay at the warm temperatures allowing for a good soak. What was even more relaxing was reading the Daily Prophet and seeing the chaos I caused which was a prime entertainment for a jolly good sunny Sunday afternoon. I let the Sunlight in, which in London these days was a precious commodity, and soaked up some Good Vitamin D, while enjoying my bath reading the paper. I had my elves, those not on surveillance missions; take a holiday, after preparing my meals. I was having a good time, and I deserved it after all the things, Looted from the Ministry.
Back to the news! The Ministry was in chaos! A lot of mudslinging, and the Undersecretary was sent to Azkaban, pending a trial, for his act of Treason against the Magical Society. The Minister wiped his hands off the scandal, condemning the actions and setting up an investigation committee for the same. An emergency sitting was called for in Wizengamot to discuss the new evidence found against the Unspeakables as well as the theft which had all the earmarks of the heist performed last week.
What was even more terrifying for them was that a total of 96 Unspeakables and Hit-wizards alike were simultaneously incapacitated without allowing even a single one to warn others. Such a scale of operation was unseen even during the attacks of Dark Lords. The only thing stopping them from attributing this raid and the previous on any Dark Forces is because no one was injured, maimed or killed. We came, we saw, and we conquered. Veni Vidi Vici, indeed! Now the Ministry has officially declared me, well not me but the perpetrators of the crime as the most wanted terrorist, and Public Enemy No. 1. I am in love with these titles. Brings such a satisfaction to my heart that I am almost leaping in joy!
After taking an inventory of all goods, I sank in my bed to absorb each card. It took me an entire evening, and I woke up on Monday morning, with a headache. I knew instinctively all the branches of magic and what I could do with them. I freshened up, took a Pepper-up potion I made for such a circumstance, and a Hangover potion, for good measure, even though I did not drink any alcohol, but I know, it enhances the effect of Pepper-up potion.
Next, something which slipped my mind. I jumped to Little Hangleton, located Gaunt Shack and visited the Pauper of House Gaunt, Marvolo Gaunt. I entered his house saying I was a well-wisher, and offering to pay for some information. He seemed suspicious, but when I offered 1000 Galleons, he readily agreed. As soon as I was inside, I stunned him and his family. I looked at Merope Gaunt and found she looked haggard, but she still had a certain charm to her. I obliviated their memories, got the Slytherin Locket and Gaunt Ring out. I took out the Resurrection Stone and found a similar stone, onyx to be exact and encrusted it in the ring's centre. I cast a few rare, largely unknown enchantments on the ring, to act as a focus for magic, making it seem like a great heirloom. I implanted the memory in the Gaunts' minds that I offered the Gaunts 5000 Galleons to take Merope with me for a week. What that meant everyone knew, but still they agreed reluctantly as she agreed naïvely.
I had gained \Rare Advanced Parseltongue Proficiency/, \Basic Parselmagic/ from the Gaunts. I used the cards immediately and a while to adjust spoke to the Locket in Parseltongue. I found the Locket opened and offered a minor Poison Resistance, but nothing more apart from it. I put the now changed ring and the locket from whence it came. I then apparated with Merope to a quiet alley before enervating her. She woke up groggily and remembered passing out in front of me, but not before agreeing to a weekend getaway. She blushes thinking, I have taken a liking to her. I had her confounded and taken to a Healer, and paid him to get her in shape.
While he was doing that, I extracted \Advanced Magical Healing/, then obliviated him after he was done recommending the treatment. I found out about a recording instrument he placed, for just such a situation to blackmail me later, and I took it away, not before finding out about three such other instruments hidden safely. I found a lot of memory vials, and stash of potions, and ingredient, he prepared. I took it all away, after knowing he deals with black market dealers for rare ingredients at a discount price in return for providing medical treatment to those goons in secret. I took a deep breath and I cast a reducto on the doctor blasting his innards on the wall, and then casting a strong fire elemental spell to destroy evidence.
I watched as the odour meat burning in a barbecue permeated in the air. Contrary to popular belief, I felt no remorse, fear or self-hatred. I felt no inclination to vomit my guts out, or the tendency to flinch in memory of the trauma, I felt no adrenaline rush, no knots in the gut or even parched throat. I felt my heart beating in a slow rhythm as if, this was normal.
This was my First Kill. No, I did not even have any form of self-realization hammered into my face. I knew, I did not have to do it, but otherwise I don't really mind. I felt no feeling of guilt like Lady Macbeth did, nor did I feel any sense of doubt. By appearing in this world, I knew what I always felt in my gut in my last life to be true: I may be jovial about it, but I am evil, I do not need to justify myself and I feel no repentance for taking a life. I would do it in self-defence, out of self-preservation or simply because I want to prevent a problem to rear its head, foiling my plans. I intend to be powerful, to be free of any clutches, of any chains. I truly want to Have No Strings On Me. I am not a Marionette to any of the fuckers, be it Fate, Destiny, Plot Armour, even the Powers That Be. I am the Captain of my ship; I am the master of my Fate! And no one gets to obstruct my path, and lives to tell about it!
I SHALL HEW MY WAY OUT WITH A BLOODY AXE!
