Curse of a Breaker
Rumbling echoed through the air for what felt like a lifetime. Then silence reigned once more. Pulling out of the ball shape Bill pushed his hair from his eyes. His nose was filled with dust and he couldn't help but sneeze.
Slowly he pushed himself into a standing position. He felt stiff and sore but he knew what he had to do. Taking out his wand he lit it and walked forward towards the chamber room that Ramah had remained in.
He knew that Ramah had been wearing the udjat. That meant of course that he wasn't dead. After all he couldn't be killed. It took him a while to find his footing. The lower levels had been completely destroyed by the Egyptian.
The rubble was everywhere and it made walking difficult. The rock moved as he walked on it and Bill lost his balance slamming his chin on the hard floor. Pain shot through his face but he tried to ignore it. He still had a job to do.
Slowly he made his way over the stones into a larger room. This had to be it. The wall with the magical feel still stood clear. This more than anything made Bill believe the bow was behind it. He looked at the painting and wanted so much to touch his wand to it. He wanted to see the bow, touch it, but never use it.
No that wasn't why he was here. He had messed up enough as it was. Looking around he was sure that Ramah had been stood around about there. He started to use the rubble using the levitating spell. It was slow work, but finally he saw a hand.
A smile came to his lips as he saw the dirty nails. Carefully he continued to remove the rubble until he could see Ramah's head. His neat black hair was rumpled and grey but there seemed to be no injury to him. His black eyes though were closed and Bill thought that the man must be unconscious.
Ever so gently he leaned in towards him and removed the udjat from around his neck. Bill's heart was beating twice its normal speed and sweat was running down his face. But he had the udjat. Quickly he put it around his own neck stepping backwards.
It felt strong around his neck. He knew that whatever happened he was safe. No matter how many wizards tried to take him down he'd win. Maybe he should keep it. But a voice was shouting how dangerous it was. He couldn't keep it.
He turned and walked back out into the tomb of Ramsses II. As he shut the passageway he heard voices of ministry officials. They'd sensed the cave in, knew that somebody was there. He moved to the left into shadow and watched as they went into the tunnel.
He remained where he was and watched as after twenty minutes they moved out with Ramah. He couldn't help but grin. Justice was so sweet. They left through the entrance but Bill didn't dare follow. They would know that another wizard was present. With a pop he vanished to his own apartment.
Bill entered the office of Gathercole. It was empty. He had hoped for as much. Slowly he removed the udjat from around his neck and placed it on the desk.
"Weasley."
He spun to see Tibbo stood there arms folded over her chest.
"Tibbo."
"Glad to see you got it back."
"I was lucky."
"More so than you know."
They shared a look but nothing more was said. Bill left the office and turned to look at her.
"How do you feel about chicken and rice?"
"Depends who's making it?"
"A fabulous cook in this little restaurant I know of."
"In that case sounds perfect."
"I'll get Os."
The two smiled knowing how close the end had come. Luck had been on Bill's side. As he moved to find Os he knew that he would never do anything like this again. He had learnt his lesson, and he had done it the hard way.