This chapter will start the M ratings of the story. People with highest morals, this is not for you.

Severus looked at the bound man infront of him. He was a man in his fourties perhaps, he honestly didn't cared for his age to kidnap him. He had blonde hair and blue eyes with a moustache. His face had wrinkled a little and he was currently screaming. But Severus was no man to be fooled by appearances. This man was a murderer and that too a serial killer who simply killed women around 25 to 30 years old who had brown hair. Till now his kill count was 10 which he had done very carefully, it was just his last murder which had given away his identity. The man was on loose in the muggle world so with a simple point me charm from him, it was not that hard to track him.

The aftermath had been quite a little bothersome with the man protesting out his capturing which could have been in an instant, though he was no match for a magical person with even a single talent in him. Even a child of 4th year or a 5th year could simply capture him with a 'Incarcerous' spell.

In hindsight he should have simply never bothered to make a dynamic entrance by landing through the roof infront of him. A point which he kept in mind for his future similar scenarios.

"Now Riley, are all the preparations done for the ritual?" he asked to the little eager elf of his who was wearing a short pant according to his size along with a tshirt too. The elf had been persistent to not wear it but an order from the master was an order afterall. Though he seemed happier nowadays.

The ritual which he was attempting was a one which required sacrifices, since in his particularly rare good conscience he decided to not bother the innocent in his schemes. He went out for wanted criminals, in fact

the wanted list greately helped him in his endeavours. It was easy for him, he only required names of the criminals and the lest he could do with the simple point me charm. It worked so smoothly for him. The ritual would give him an increase in magical power which was very much needed at times like this. He just was a magical selfish batman now, grabbing criminals but using them for his own purposes and benefits.

The next summon was two days later which meant that he needed to be prepare for the worst. He needed three rituals for himself which he had to finish till tomorrow. Most of the magic he got from the journals and books were useless. There were not major spells but he did found some books on rituals and their magics, ritualistic magic was pretty common back then afterall. The second most interesting things were the knowledge on blood curses and other rare items which he will pursue later. They were not the priority for now, so he was going to take shortcuts to power in a short time for his own benefits.

The first ritual was the one where he will get the ability of processing the events and knowledge faster than the capabilities of a normal wizard. This one was found by him in Rowena Ravenclaw's personal journal. Apparently this was what gave her the intellect which she was so famed for, the journal was to be passed on to her daughter but sadly there was no chance with her as she died. Severus had the thesis that with this, his skills in mind arts could be increased considerably and he will adapt to scenarios faster. He would also be able to simply be fast enough to react himself and protect him from the Dark Lord's mind attacks in the minimum time.

The second one was the increase in magical power by large amount which needed a sacrifice. In this case a living sacrifice was needed to be successful, the sacrifice would be the raw material which would ultimately result in the increase in magical power of the user. He had no qualms about morality left now, it was either do or die now. The Dark Lord won't help or be affected by the loss of a single person in his army of Death Eaters but only he would lose his own life.

The third ritual was an help to the inheritance, it was actually a Slytherin family ritual. Parseltongue was was not awakened by every single member of the family so in order to awake the traits of Slytherin family, they decided to create a ritual. Apparently this ritual took nearly 10 years to be completed, this ritual helped one in awakening the traits of their magical blood. Simply put if a member of the black family did this ritual, then he or she will awaken the latent metamorphmagus ability of theirs. A ritual which was like diamond to the Pureblood families only to be kept and hidden by the Slytherin family for their own use.

Augustus Travers was bored, his old house elf had died today and he had arrived to Knockturn Alley to buy one from Mankers only to be disappointed and angry that he had none. Suffice to say he was angry at himself for not buying an extra one earlier, while his family had more than one. All of them were occupied by each member of their family as their personal ones. He really needed one for him too otherwise he would have to borrow them from his family members which was not in his priority list.

Suddenly as he was sipping a butterbeer causally, he is a familiar person walking to the exit of the leaky cauldron. The person had a bag with him and was carrying some items in it judging by the weight of the bag.

Augustus remebered the familiar person, he was none other than the infamous mudblood of Hufflepuff with whom the blood traitor Andromeda Black had run off. What was his name?, he tried to remember thinking of the boy who was a year above him in Hogwarts. Yes, something called Tonks, yes that was it. Some Tonks fellow, he thought happily.

Augustus was never a heartless or extremely cruel person but nonetheless he kept his grudges very well.

He remembered the arrogance the eldest Black sister had and how she had humiliated him when he had been hexing a Hufflepuff by hexing him back. Yes, he did remembered his grudges very well. Travers was one of the Purebloods who never joined Voldemort for complete mass genocide of muggles or dominance of purebloods. He liked the power which came from it, the power he felt in his body when another person was on his knees in front of him begging and pleading for his life. Yes Travers liked being in control, he always has and always will.

He left a sickle on the table as he walked slowly transfiguring his face slightly to not be resembled in public. He saw Tonks walking to an empty alley used for apparition, he discreetly walked behind him. For some reason Tonk was happy though, walking with some skips in his steps. Just as Tonks entered the alley, Travers took out his wand with the simple jerk of his wrist, letting out his wand from the holster.

"Avada Kedavra" he spoke slowly letting out a green jet of light which was too fast to process for a surprised Edward Tonks, sealing his fate completely.

It was one hell of a day in the life of him to die at the day of his marriage anniversary.