They had searched the entirety of Azkaban, from the lowest to the highest and of every title, bricks and corners. The screams and cackles of the prisoners echoed throughout the prison yielded little success in distracting them.
Bill walked, stomped each step he took, and hovered the wand over the wall. Golden veils poured from his wand, shifted their color to green before dissolved. His mate followed behind, sniffed for scents and listened for the footsteps of strangers. His years exploring ruins and catacombs enabled Bill to continued the damped and suffocating environment. Harry led a team for the lowest floor, Ron the highest, and Bill the middle. He had dispersed the group into pairs, wanting to find and confront his parent.
"Are you sure they are here?" Fenrir questioned, his raspy broke the silence and aroused Bill. He shivered, prayed his cock would soften. "They may have gone to somewhere else."
"Even if they're not here, mine ancestor was," Bill replied, eyes eyed the color of the veil. "They could've left papers or documents about places to meet, for when they were discovered and or hunted. That's, at least, could give us another lead to follow."
"Who would've thought my mate would be so smart," Fenrir compliment, grinned at Bill. The feeling of pride and enjoyment blossomed inside him, his wolf jumped and ran around with its tail whipped from place to place. "And very horny," Fenrir whispered from behind, approached him without a sound. His muscular arms, one wrapped around Bill's waist trapped him, the other cupped his hard cock. Bill moaned, the fire burnt within and shaking his legs. The heavy breaths of his mate intensified the fire. It made Bill hard to concentrate.
"Wait," Bill whimpered, one of his hands tried to push his mate's hand away. "We need to finish this first, Fenrir. Once we finish, you can do whatever you want to me, Alpha!" He groaned as Fenrir nipped at his neck. A deep chuckle vibrated to his body. "Please!"
"That's a promise, young wolf," Fenrir said before released him. Bill shuddered, whined at the loss of his Alpha while inwardly thankful for the detachment. His wolf disagreed, however. Composed himself, Bill and Fenrir continued their searches, occasionally quipped innuendos words. All of which started from his mate.
When they reached the cell of Rodolphus Lestrange, Fenrir held him outside, Bill noticed the veil changed to black for one section of the wall. He casts another spell, revealed footsteps moving into and black smoke blanketed the wall. There was another spot on the lower-left corner, warm when touched. He called his mate to bring Rodolphus in and compared the man's foot with those on the floor.
"Someone entered here?" Fenrir asked, looking at the wall. Rodolphus had scurried into the corner. Bill nodded his head, mumbling spells onto the wall. "How long do you need?"
"Half an hour," Bill replied, frowned at the purple light emitted from his wand. "Seeing how you're free, could you please search for the letters and bring them to me?"
"I'm your Alpha, you know?" "And I'm the one doing the job here, and your Alpha status doesn't really mean much for the moment, Fenrir," Fenrir growled, stomped to the suitcase where Bill stores the files and letters of his family. He chuckled at his mate antic. The wand lighted yellow, and he saw series of effects listed before him.
He took the letters from Fenrir's hands and reread the content. When he and his brothers first read, they were consumed by shock, sadness and fury to noted much information written inside. He penned down spells and incantations, dates and names of people and locations. He glanced and crossed unimportant items, and strung those that remained together to find connections. Repeated with the documents. Once he identified the spell that was used, he pointed his wand at the wall and called Tenebrae Dispersi Viam Revelatum. The wall before him disappeared, revealed a pathway of spiral staircases. He sent out his Patronus.
Groups of Aurors entered the cell, followed by Harry and Ron. He and Fenrir greet them.
"They're here?" Ron asked, pointed at the pathway. Fenrir shrugged. "You scented nothing up there?"
"None. Bill has revealed signs of footsteps, so someone had entered this place and probably Apparated off this place. The guards mentioned anyone visiting?"
Harry shakes his head, walking to the entrance of the pathway. The man looked up then back at them. "Me, Bill, Nathaniel and Fern will form a group. Ron, you form one with Danny and Primrose and guard this cell. The rest, patrol the prison."
The Aurors nodded their heads and headed out. Ron, with two other Aurors, stood outside of the cell, wand in their hand. Bill looked back at his mate, smiled gently and caressed his face. He felt concerned and worry filled his mate's body, the wolf inside Fenrir bared its fangs and its eyes flared brightly. Its stance showed the readiness to attack, to defense. "I will come back. Believe me?" Fenrir nodded, then exited the cell. The wolves howled, echoed.
Bill followed them into an abandoned room. There were few items worth noting. An emblem hanged on the wall, of a human skull with its upper half covered in blood; the symbol of the Caduceus drawn below, surrounded by a circle of joined hands. The color was of red wine and dirt. In the middle, surrounded by several bowls of dried blood, was a circle similar to Percy's. The room prickled his skin, sent his heart beating as the silence continued. The scent of blood emanated the room, caused dizziness for one of the Auror. Corpses upon corpses stored within dozen of boxes.
"You were right, Bill," Harry whispered, hand gripped a paper. "They're not what they have shown." Bill walked over and side-hugged the boy, comforting him the best way he could. The other two Aurors remained their searches, neither commented on the state of their Head Auror. Harry detached from Bill, called the others over, and handed the paper to him. He read the content, about the purpose of the spell and the duration need to ensure the spell.
"Seventeen years," Bill commented. "The spell needs seventeen consecutive years for it to work. The biggest gap before the spell lost its power is a month. And the purpose is similar -" "To what you and professor McGonagall said. They were designed to lock the Alpha and Omega traits. The question is why?"
"Maybe they're deviants?" Fern answered, the Auror glanced back and forth between him and Harry. "Maybe they didn't possessed Alpha and Omega traits and grew jealous of the majority. That's could be the reason."
"Or maybe they disliked the traits we possessed," Nathaniel interjected. "They could've despised this and decided to ensure future generations would never suffered what they experienced."
Neither reasons were false, Bill thought. There were some, those he heard about and directly, tried to rid the traits they suddenly had. Many of the students and teenagers cried and or avoided their mates, for fear of this sudden change. There were letters upon letters of people demand the Ministry to concurred a solution to this 'disease'. There were those opposed, but their voice remained a minority for no further information had yet been delivered to the public.
"The reasons we can ask them later," Bill spoke, looked sternly at Harry. "We know they will want to repeat the process, and either they need to start anew or used an existing drawing."
"We will send guards here, to ensure neither the Weasley nor Prewett will continue their practice. And if they started to practice this," Harry pointed to the circle, grimaced, "we will hunt them. Through every place and objects."
"But they won't repeat the process," Fern concluded. "How many people do they needed for the spell to function?"
"Sixteen. And sixteen bowls of Weasley and Prewett's blood." Bill said, realization dawned on him. And horror ignited as he realized his parent's plan. Fern nodded her head.
"Most of the Prewett's adults had been captured, and the remaining Weasley's are running away from national wizards and witches from corners of the world. That means they will rely on existing drawing."
"Percy," Bill blanched. "He had a similar drawing on his body. My parent drew on him since he was five."
"He's twenty-two now, isn't he?" Everyone rushed down the stair once they realized who the two families will target next. He had promised to fulfilled his responsibilities as an older brother, ensured his brother that they will become brothers again. 'And I will fulfill it!'
