A shrill whistling pierced the air of the apartment in Downtown London, as the tea kettle on the stove announced it's readiness to be taken off. From the other side of the unlighted and modestly furnished room, the man who lived in the apartment rose from his sofa with a soft grunt. He crossed the room in quick, assertive strides.
There was no other way he knew how to do it.
With a hand as controlled and steady as any surgeons, he lifted the kettle from the stove, pouring the dark watery liquid into a cup at the ready on the counter. As he watched the stream of tea fall from the spout, he wondered, for the hundredth time, if he should have simply turned himself in when he had the chance. Wondered how long he could keep running.
He received his answer, as suddenly he felt his wards breached. All of them. Which meant an Auror team, complete with specialized Ward Breakers. He dropped the now unimportant tea kettle, crashing to the floor as he reached into his side pocket, and withdrew his wand. The man's Stormy grey eyes cast about the apartment, to the fireplace he never used, but kept for this exact purpose. He was moving towards it before the pieces of the kettle had even stooped fully coming apart.
He seized the small black powder sitting on the mantle, digging his fingers inside and bring out a small handful of black powder. He flung it into the fireplace, and opened his mouth to speak. Just as he did, he was knocked to the ground, as his door exploded inwards, the small explosion filling the entirety of his incredibly modest room. He covered his eyes as his body hit the floor, preserving them from any splinters of wood from the compromised door. Years of practice kept his wand clenched firmly in his hand. Before the dust had even begun to settle, he was pulling himself to his feet, blinking rapidly and shaking his head to try to clear the ringing in his ears. He saw shadowed figures in what used to be his doorway, and instinct brought his wand up. Old habits brought the words to his lips. And his morality stopped the words from coming out. Swearing internally, he tried to think of another spell, any other spell, but his moment of hesitation had already done him in.
His heart raced, and time slowed down, as he watched as two beautiful red arcs of light flew from the wands of two of the shadowy figures, to come crashing into his chest. As he felt his body go limp, and the wand drop from his now powerless fingers, he took the second before he hit the floor for the second time in the last 30 seconds to once again swear at himself internally. Hitting the floor without his body being able to brace itself was significantly more painful. He lay face down, unmoving as people surrounded his Stunned body, and others checked the two other small, unimpressive rooms he called home. He felt blood leaking from his nose, which was beginning to ache. The man would have sighed then, if he could. He'd broken his nose. A boot dug into his side, turning him over with no amount of gentleness or sympathy. He blinked the pain from his eyes, focusing them on the faces of his captors. Yes, they were definitely Aurors. Jesus, do all Aurors go to the exact same barber?
One of them, the leader, spelled ropes to wrap around him, rather tightly. Not taking chances, were they? Smart.
The Auror in charge looked at him with disgust. Of course, that disgust came with the family name. After all, she'd personally suffered at the hands of those who shared his blood. He knew that, because the story of this particular Auror was incredibly well known. She had, after all, saved the entirety of the wizarding world, along with her two friends, Ronald Weasley, and Harry Potter. Hermione Granger eyed the man on the ground with revulsion, but with even more satisfaction. She leaned down, making sure the criminal on the ground could see and hear her clearly when she got her satisfaction.
"Rodolphus Lestrange the II, I am placing you under arrest by the authority of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in The Ministry of Magic, for the practice of Dark Arts, the possession of illegal dangerous magical artifacts, the use of Unforgivable Curses, and the Torture and Murder of 17 known people."
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