Hogwarts: Before Cho
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Chapter 6: The Daggers of Rowena
"Crime: Attempted Robbery and violent intent on young wizard. Age: 21. Name: Mundungus Fletcher. Well, you and your Dark buddies are going straight to court. I expect you'll be fined a huge amount there."
Daxius had been expecting a police station. He had expected a jail sentence. He had not expected a court official and a fine to be paid.
"Professor, why don't they send him to jail?" asked Daxius.
"Why would they send him to Azkaban for a small thing like robbery? I mean, if it had been something like a precious relic yes, but rare oxen blood? Surely not!" replied Flitwick incredulously.
"Well, in my world we'd send them to prison. Is this Azkaban much worse?"
"My boy, Azkaban is the worst place on the face of the planet! Dementors swarm the area.. Soul sucking creatures Daxius." added Flitwick at the confused look on Daxius' face.
"Oh." whispered Daxius.
"Well, the day's not over yet, let us go to seek some artefacts, I could use some for my sixth year class..." informed Flitwick.
They turned at the end of Diagon alley, past a sign proclaiming Knockturn alley, and into a shop called 'Myths of Parchment'. Flitwick browsed in a corner and Daxius wandered to the Unknown weapons section.
'Lance – 16 Galleons – Use Unknown'
'Crossbow – 16 Galleons - Serpent engraved on Arrowheads'
'Staff – 16 Galleons – Origin; Asia'
'Axe – 16 Galleons – Estimated Weight: ½ tonne'
'Sword – Sold – Restricted Information'
'Shield – 16 Galleons - Spiral bladed'
One caught Daxius' eye. A pair of Daggers laid there, a sapphire fused into each of the handle. They were sheathed in a belt which was warm to the touch, and Daxius unsheathed the blades, which were as sharp as if they were newly forged. Daxius twirled the daggers in his hands, testing the weight and range of them. Daxius enjoyed weapons practice. It helped ones balance, logic, endurance, strength, all with simple rounds of stances. Daxius had not needed to practice all the ways of Shaolin, but had asked his master specifically for the ability to protect the orphanage should anyone wish to harm it. The orphanage as poor, and Daxius had not wanted any damage to come to it. He had been trained in many weapons areas, and knew the twelve animal stances back to front. He knew the drunken position and was particularly skilled in the monkey stance, which was mainly consisting of distracting and deceiving, then striking from out of nowhere. The daggers would provide much of a challenge to him, and he felt that he would be able to keep up his exercises with them alone. Daxius headed to the counter and purchased the daggers, quickly sheathing them back into their casings.
"Well, did you find anything interesting Daxius?" said Flitwick, whilst putting a scroll with the words 'animal dialects' written on it.
"I found some daggers, sir, am I allowed to keep them?" inquired Daxius hopefully, flicking his hand and bringing a dagger in front of Flitwick face.
"Well, we don't want any accidents. 'Neco adversus'," murmured Flitwick.
Happily Daxius put back the blades, and, picking up Screech, walked out the door. Twirling the blades, he spun one into the air. However, to his utter shock, a flutter of ebony wings blocked his sight. When his vision finally cleared he couldn't see his beloved daggers, he scanned the air and found a glinting- an owl had curled it's claws around them, gliding out of sight.
"Hey, give those back!" Daxius gasped, his eyes widening. Without a second thought, he took off on his Aurora Billion after the black wings and the glinting of his daggers.
Thanx Aini for suggesting that wonderful cliffhanger!