Chapter 29: Comeuppance
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{"You pay with your life...The duller the knife, the longer it takes (the longer it takes)...But now it's your turn...The ashes will burn, and wither away...Leaving your bones out on the stones, picking them clean (picking them clean)...And carving the truth, while harvesting you to feed the machine (to feed the machine)...The gears forever turn to grind the mice...Will you become the fuel for sacrifice?...Power absolutely all for show...The piper blows his flute and off you go..."}Feed The Machine, Nickelback
Northern Europe, Unknown World...(1996)...
Eyes of blazing fury studied the cowered form of the once formidable and vicious death eater known as Igor Karkaroff, prominent Death Eater under current Hogwarts Professor Severus S. Snape and tyrannical Headmaster of Durmstrang Institute. Slow and methodical footsteps wrapped in fresh snowfall had followed the brute of a wizard amid the trees of a dead forest and seemingly endless snowbanks.
The bright crimson of the coward Karkaroff's blood glistened against the frosty white snow covered ground. His aged face stretched in a mask of grief and fear as he crawled on his belly like the serpent he embodied causing more snow to tunnel around him. His tree trunk like legs flailing as he continued to express his blatant cowardice.
"W-What do you want from me?" he asked shivering from both fear and the cold.
It had been amazing to see the once mighty tyrant brought low.
Ebony gloved hands of a hooded and robed figure stood watch as every muscle in his husky bulk twitched in fear rather than practical use.
"Why won't you say anything?" he asked as the blood oozed from his rather large mouth.
It seemed fitting given he had been shooting it off for far too many years.
The robed figured had been haunting to say the least, possibly given that the newly returned despot Voldemort had been cloaked in the same way as he stalked his prey slaughtering the innocent at his leisure.
Fortunately for Igor, this hooded figure had not been Voldemort. Rather unfortunately for the brutish wizard, this particular hooded figure had more than a few reasons for wanting him dead.
With a wave of his hand, the hooded figure cloaked in ebony sent forth a wand-less spell shattering the bones in both of Igor's legs.
The cry the gravely injured wizard gave could be heard for miles, sadly there had been no sign of life on this icy island to lend any sort of concern to the howling Headmaster.
"W-Why are you doing this?" asked Igor despite the biting pain further punctuated by the sharp and bitter cold that surrounded him.
Another wave of the robed figures hand and Igor found his ribs crushed from a single magical blow.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" he shouted as more blood seeped from his ever widening mouth.
Tears streamed down his age stretched cheeks as he noted the robed figure had been without mercy.
"S-Severus." said Igor spitting more blood in the wake of his further injury. "S-Severus please...t-they gave me no choice when I told them of your involvement with the dark lord...they wanted names and yours was one of the firsts to enter my mind."
Another hard magical blow came down punctuation anger but it missed the cowering Igor by a hair.
"P-Please..." said Igor in a bid to beg for his miserable existence to continue. "I-I have something...something you want...something you've always wanted...I-if you spare my life I will take you to reclaim it."
The hooded robed figure suddenly stopped in his tracks.
It was at that moment that Igor felt the intrusion of his mind as his deepest most guarded secrets came to light in the mind of his tormentor.
Once the extraction had been complete Igor stared in absolute horror at the robed figure.
"M-My Lord...is...is that you?" he asked timidly.
"You are quite the coward Headmaster Karkaroff." said the embittered voice of the hooded figure. "Quite a change from a blood thirsty brute beating a child wouldn't you say?"
Igor's eyes widened further as if ready to burst from their sockets.
"I-It can't be." he said in a near whisper.
A dark chuckle escaped the hooded figure as he unleashed his final spell.
"It's good to know that a sniveling,child-beating, coward like you could never have been my true father." said the hooded figure before unleashing the devastating spell. "Rot in hell traitor."
It was on that day that Igor Karkaroff had been magically beaten into an almost unrecognizable heap of dented flesh amid freezing snow splattered with the crimson of his vile blood.
According to the wizarding world, it was an exacted punishment on behalf of The Dark Lord Voldemort. The true murderer had known what really occurred, it was the exacting of punishment on behalf of the wizard Severus S. Snape.
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The masked being known as Arcturus seemed pleased as he looked down at his blood stained hands. Igor Karkaroff had been the first of many victims whom had committed crimes against Severus Snape and had suffered the consequences.
The leader of The Serpent Brothers Of Destruction had a lot more in store for the rest of the wizarding world. All those that profited or made well from the brutal murder of Severus Snape would all pay the price for their insolence.
Incensed, the leader of the S.B.D. sent his robed followers to do his bidding. He had decided that Harry Potter enjoyed the spot light from the murder of Voldemort for far too long. The first order of business had been to expose Potter for the weak and cowering fraud he truly was since the beginning of the second wizarding war.
Arcturus gave the order to bring in Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, the two individuals whom had assisted the so called hero of the wizarding world in a bid to cut off Potter's ability to use their assistance in this matter, having fought Granger first hand, the masked rebel had known all too well that it was Granger that was giving him the most trouble.
He set a course to rectify that effective immediately.