16 years later…
The wind pick up bit every now and then, making the autumn leaves swirled and danced to its gentle rhythm.
I watched their graceful dance, listening for any sound that can mean an enemy. I was sitting on a tree stump in the middle of an abandon forest, meditating, still aware of my surroundings.
My trainer, Gathor Demonic, had sent me into the forest to complete my final test. He did not tell me what my test was, but it sounded like a worthy challenge. And I had always loved a good challenge.
So there I was, sitting there on the tree stump, listening for any suspicious sounds. All I had to do was sit on the remains of a tree, and listening to the total silence.
Then I realized it was quite, too quite. There were no birds chirping, no bugs buzzing, even the wind seemed to have hushed in silence with the rest of the forest.
I opened my eyes and looked around my surroundings. My spine tingled at a presence near by, very near by.
I now stood on the stump at a fighting stance ready for the fight.
The tingle was getting stronger; whatever was coming was getting closer, and closer. It was moving fast. If it was an animal, it probably caught my sent. Or if it was human, then they were on the right track.
I could now hear footsteps from nowhere getting closer, and closer. They were human, and they were running.
As they got closer they began to slow down, they got slower and slower until they stopped completely.
I could sense their emotions; it was determination, some fear, hate, and disgust. There were a large number of them. At least five, I believed. They were very close, I wouldn't have been surprised if they had jumped out from behind a tree and attacked.
I've been through these kinds of situations before; this was no different.
I just stood there, looking around the trees for a face or a sign that they were really there.
"Whoosh thump"
An arrow flew right past me and landed inches by my foot in the tree stump. I looked around to the direction the arrow came from and sensed tension in its place. I heard a bow being strum and ready to shoot form behind me.
"Twinge"
Instinctively I turned around and caught the arrow before it could even touch the tip of my nose.
Then the fight had begun. About a billion arrows suddenly came out of nowhere. I immediately formed a protective shield and the arrows bounced right off. They didn't give up easily. More and more arrows kept coming.
When the arrows stopped, I broke off my shield and stood still waiting for whatever was coming up next.
From behind the trees, a man with brown thinning hair stepped out from behind a tree. His bow and arrow were pointed at me with a threat in his brown eyes. I normally don't like to be threatened, but I learned that threats meant that I was on the way to a challenge.
He stood about five paces away from me, as if were some dangerous animal. I hated to be considered barbaric, and it was written all over his face that I was nothing but a loathsome dirty creature that had no place on earth. That made me mad.
I guessed that he saw my anger because he flinched in fear. And did he stink of fear.
"What do you want?" I said fiercely my anger rising with every beat of my heart.
For a minute he seemed shocked at my ability to speak, even English for that matter I bet. Then he spoke.
"I'm sure even you would know that," he said in a disgusted tone, "You foul loathing damn demon!" he continued as he spat at my feet.
I was furious, I was as angry as you can get. My powers burned and leak out my skin. They licked at my skin like the fire of hate I was feeling towards this man and everything he stood for.
I gave him a hard cold stare, concentrating on nothing but to cause him as much pain as possible. He began to shake slightly and his eyes widened. He lowered his weapon slightly and began to bend forward a bit. Pretty soon he was on his knees holding onto his neck as if being mentally strangled.
I was too busy concentrating on the choking man to hear the arrow from behind me. I felt a sharp pain stab right into the back of my forearm. I hissed loudly in agony as the pain made its way down my arm. I could feel the blood trickle down with the pain.
I quickly pulled out the arrow as fast as could so that it would hurt less and I would heal faster. I saw the man that I had been choking was now unconscious on the ground.
Then a man and a woman jumped down from a tree, each had a sword with them. My arm was still throbbing but the bleeding had stopped thank Merlin.
The woman charged at me with her sword held high. I shot a punch at her, even though my fist didn't touch here, she was sent flying back with a scream hitting the tree and falling to the ground.
The man charged at me in the same fashion. This time before he could land the sword on me, I caught his wrist and threw him over my shoulder causing him to land on his back and break his neck on the tree stump. I could tell he was killed instantly. I still held his wrist and he had no pulse.
But it was no big deal; I had killed many men and women before him. I was a professional at it. I had been trained to kill for as long as I can remember.
The woman had regained consciousness and was ready for another fight. This time I ran at her. She raised her sword as if about to cut me in half at my middle. She swiped her sword at me. Thinking quickly I shot my arm where her sword was aiming for. The sword went right across my across my out stretched arm, from my forearm to my palm. I winced in pain, but it didn't hurt as much as the arrow did.
She tried to get me at the neck. But I grabbed the blade before it could kill me. With my bloody hand, I grabbed her wrist and twisted the sword out of her grip. I now held the sword and now held the blade up to her neck while she was pressed against the tree without any hope of escape.
I pressed the blade against her neck hard, just enough to make her bleed, just enough to frighten her. Make her think she was going to die a slow painful death.
Then another arrow landed right above my head. Still holding the sword to the woman's throat, I looked over my shoulder to see who shot the arrow. There I saw the man I had choked, another woman who seemed a bit older then the one I held captive, and another man with graying black hair.
The woman had her wand; I guessed she was the smartest of the group, pointed at me with an angry glare. Both women looked slightly similar with long dark blonde hair and brown eyes. I figured that they must have been sisters.
The man I had choked still had his arrows aimed at me in the same threatening manner that I was now finding annoying.
The man with graying black hair also had a sword. He, I assumed, had the most experience with swords because he was in a proper fighting stance.
For a minute I didn't know what to do. I was out numbered three to one, four to one if you count the girl I had up against the tree.
I decided it would be easier to kill the girl then that way I would have a more likely chance to get out of this alive.
I quickly ran the sword across the girl's throat, and she was killed instantly. The woman I had suspected to be her sister gave out a loud angry cry. I was right; they were sisters.
"CRUCIO!" she screamed in anger.
I dodged the spell with ease, as well as the other curses she threw at me. I held up my shield power and her stunning spell bounced off of it and went straight for her knocking her unconscious.
Both of the remaining men charged at me in anger. I just simply held out my hands to each of them and raised them. The men rose up in the air with my hands. Both were in complete shock to be twirling in the air so suddenly.
I curled my hands into fists and threw my hands down hard and fast. Both men came down to the ground at the same speed.
The swords man, unfortunately for him, had dropped his sword right at my feet. Thinking quickly, I grabbed the sword and stabbed the first man through his back to his heart just when he was getting up.
The swords man was fully standing up, and right behind me too. He tried to grab me, but I was too fast. I turned quickly around and stabbed him in the stomache. He gasped and his eyes widened. He stepped back a few steps with the sword still in his stomache. The air was filling with the aroma of blood as he fell to the ground. With his last breath he glared at me one last time and whispered.
"Damn demon," and he fell down dead.
I pulled the sword out of him; the blade was now completely covered in blood. I walked over to the woman who had lost her sister. She was lying so that her long blonde hair was covering her face entirely. Using the blade, I moved her hair away from her face. Her skin was pale wrinkled slightly and she had large gray bags under her eyes. I just looked at her.
You would probably think I would pity this poor woman. Well if so, you're wrong. Then I didn't know the meaning of pity, let alone the feeling of it. I was raised not to care about those feelings, let alone know what it was like to feel those feelings. I was always taught those feelings would only just show weakness, and weaknesses is nothing but shame to have.
So with that said, you'll understand why I didn't feel a thing when I plunged the sword into her back. I hope you understand why I chose to be numb when I killed and brought pain among many innocent people. I never felt one single pain of guilt. My excuse? That was just how I was brought up.
Slow rhythmic clapping brought me out of my thoughts. I looked around, and saw my trainer, Gathor, clapping slowly as if he just enjoyed a spectacular show.
"Well down my young pupil," He said in a smooth voice as he stopped clapping. "Come I'll tell you of your final test.
I was shocked. This wasn't the final test? I wasted my powers on this group of knuckleheads for nothing? I was furious with my self.
But I didn't say anything, and followed him down a trail.
"My master has requested to send you on a mission," Gathor said as he and I walked down the trail.
A mission? I knew I was going to love this.
"You are to be sent to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he continued, "There you will find your target. You are to hunt him down, get him to earn your trust, and when the time is right, kill him,"
'Sounds simple enough' I thought to myself.
"His house is Gryffindor, you have to get into his house that way it will be a lot easier to get close to him."
"And am I supposed to know who this guy is or am I supposed to kill people at random until I get the right guy?" I asked sarcastically.
"I'll get to it." Gathor said slightly losing patients, "Your term will start September 1st, and you will have to use your wand,"
I sighed. I didn't really like using my wand, but I had no choice in the matter so I didn't complain.
"Here is a picture of him," Gathor said handing me a photo from his pocket.
I took the picture and looked at a boy about my age with messy raven black hair and bright green eyes.
'He's kind of cute' I thought to myself slightly smirking.
"His name is Harry Potter," Gathor said simply, "That is your first target, but I must ask you one thing," He said now completely serious. "This could be dangerous, especially if you get caught. You know that I won't be there to save you if you do. So I'm asking you. Do you accept this challenge?"
I thought for a moment. Gathor referring it to a challenge made it even more tempting. But knowing I was in this alone with out someone there to save me when I messed up made it seem scary a little. It just made more of a challenge then it already is, so I had no choice.
"I accept"