Xenith
"Error, accident, and chaos are persistent
principles of the universe."
~~~Dune
Chapter Forty-six
Bill took a deep breath . . . and ran . . .
Within seconds the curses guarding the Manor became blaringly obvious. Bill could feel the dark magic flowing around him. Slamming against the shields he'd constructed around himself and Palmer. The shields would only last forty-five seconds under the barrage of curses, after that they were next to defenseless.
Bill pounded across the grass, the distance between himself and the Manor growing smaller by every precious second. Three feet from the back entrance to the kitchen's a slight shimmer a foot above the ground told Bill that there was a small tear in the shields guarding the house. Bill dove into the shimmer, skidding into a kitchen full of house elves. Not the stealth entrance he had planned. Palmer crashed in beside him.
The kitchen was immediately filled with noise as the house elves panicked.
"Imoboulius!" Bill shouted, casting a freezing charm over the creatures.
Their informant had instructed them to extinguish the kitchen fire, lift the grate beneath and slide down the ash duct to the dungeons concealed beneath the Manor.
Bill cut through the frozen elves to the fireplace, cooling the fire as he went. The two wizards hefted the massive grate, a cloud of ash encompassing them. Palmer disappeared into the shaft, Bill close behind, sliding the grate back into place. Bill held his breath as he climbed down the shaft, coming to a sudden halt next to Palmer. The two peered out of a second fireplace, catching sight of a set of robes sweeping out of the office room they found themselves in (there was a desk and bookshelf against one of the walls at least). They wanted a movement before dashing from the fireplace and out of the door. Bill and Palmer found themselves in an empty, low ceilinged, stone corridor, large wooden doors lining the walls.
There were footsteps sounding from the end of the corridor, moving closer by the second. Bill and Palmer ducked around the corridor. There was a jingle of keys. It took only half-a-second for Bill to make up his mind.
Bill exploded into the corridor curses flying, praying that the suddenness of the attack would throw the Death Eater off balance. He did. The wizard fell. Bill snatched the keys from the unconscious body, tossing them to Palmer as he began searching through the barred windows on the dungeon doors for his brothers and any other faces he may recognize. //Where's the rest of this team!?// Bill thought furiously, racing from window to window.
Every single cage was empty.
Bill reached the end of the corridor having found no-one. The same thought ran through booth wizards minds at the same time. It was a trap. Bill and Palmer shared the smallest of glances before running back towards the office.
They never stood a chance.
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tbc
"Error, accident, and chaos are persistent
principles of the universe."
~~~Dune
Chapter Forty-six
Bill took a deep breath . . . and ran . . .
Within seconds the curses guarding the Manor became blaringly obvious. Bill could feel the dark magic flowing around him. Slamming against the shields he'd constructed around himself and Palmer. The shields would only last forty-five seconds under the barrage of curses, after that they were next to defenseless.
Bill pounded across the grass, the distance between himself and the Manor growing smaller by every precious second. Three feet from the back entrance to the kitchen's a slight shimmer a foot above the ground told Bill that there was a small tear in the shields guarding the house. Bill dove into the shimmer, skidding into a kitchen full of house elves. Not the stealth entrance he had planned. Palmer crashed in beside him.
The kitchen was immediately filled with noise as the house elves panicked.
"Imoboulius!" Bill shouted, casting a freezing charm over the creatures.
Their informant had instructed them to extinguish the kitchen fire, lift the grate beneath and slide down the ash duct to the dungeons concealed beneath the Manor.
Bill cut through the frozen elves to the fireplace, cooling the fire as he went. The two wizards hefted the massive grate, a cloud of ash encompassing them. Palmer disappeared into the shaft, Bill close behind, sliding the grate back into place. Bill held his breath as he climbed down the shaft, coming to a sudden halt next to Palmer. The two peered out of a second fireplace, catching sight of a set of robes sweeping out of the office room they found themselves in (there was a desk and bookshelf against one of the walls at least). They wanted a movement before dashing from the fireplace and out of the door. Bill and Palmer found themselves in an empty, low ceilinged, stone corridor, large wooden doors lining the walls.
There were footsteps sounding from the end of the corridor, moving closer by the second. Bill and Palmer ducked around the corridor. There was a jingle of keys. It took only half-a-second for Bill to make up his mind.
Bill exploded into the corridor curses flying, praying that the suddenness of the attack would throw the Death Eater off balance. He did. The wizard fell. Bill snatched the keys from the unconscious body, tossing them to Palmer as he began searching through the barred windows on the dungeon doors for his brothers and any other faces he may recognize. //Where's the rest of this team!?// Bill thought furiously, racing from window to window.
Every single cage was empty.
Bill reached the end of the corridor having found no-one. The same thought ran through booth wizards minds at the same time. It was a trap. Bill and Palmer shared the smallest of glances before running back towards the office.
They never stood a chance.
---
tbc