Friday, 30 March, 23:45 GMT

Patricia Zabini perked up when she heard the alarms signaling a major crime being committed by a registered wand. She had to do a double-take when she recognized the wand serial. She had to recheck the files to confirm that it was true. She put in the emergency rush on the warrant paper work; knowing full well that this incident more than likely had something to do with what happened earlier that night. She sent her patronus to her mother, warning her of the impending chaos within the next fifteen minutes.

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Friday, 30 March, 23:50 GMT

Phillip slumped to his knees as he held her in his arms. Tear drops fell onto her shoulder, as he couldn't stop the waterworks. It had been five minutes since he had cast the Unforgiveable. He took in a deep breath as he heard footfalls on stone. He turned back towards his old friend.

"So did you finish it off, then," the older gentleman asked as he entered the cell.

Phil carefully placed her on the floor before he sprung to his feet pointing his wand at the older man. "I won't let you hurt the Malfoys," the young man said. "Crucio."

"Protego," the experienced wizard said nonchalantly, blocking the curse. "Expelliarmus!"

The wand flew out of the younger man's palm. Phil looked with fright at the older man.

"Insolent fool! You have to mean it," the old man sneered. He looked at the woman lying on the cell floor. He aimed his wand, "Crucio!"

Phil watched Drew writhe and scream in pain. Phil took a step toward the older man. "Stop it!" he yelled.

Cecil Schield ended the curse. Drew trembled as she tried to take in deep breaths. He narrowed his eyes at his grandson. He aimed it at him.

Drew opened her eyes just as Phil crumpled to floor. Mr. Schield held onto the torture curse, watching the younger man scream in agony. She crawled to where Phil had fallen.

"Please stop, Mr. Schield," she begged as she kept Phil's head from hitting the ground.

The old wizard released the curse. He watched as the young man took in deep breaths as the young lady cradled his head, several lacerations opened on the left side of his face, running from his temple to his cheek where his head had hit the dungeon floor.

"You ask for your enemy's salvation, Ms. Granger," the older man said as he nonchalantly aimed his wand at the couple. "How classic; your Mudblood mother's sense of honor seems to have been passed down to you."

Drew took in a breath. She looked down at Phil. His eyes were glazed over. She touched his face. He looked straight at her. He propped himself up against the wall of the cell. He took in a breath as he looked up at his grandfather.

Drew stood up shakily. Phil watched her. Drew took in a breath. She looked at the wizard.

"He doesn't know this world yet," she said to the old man. "He doesn't know what you're capable of."

"And you do?" the wizard mused. He studied her face for a moment and smirked, "You have feelings for my grandson; I take it."

She took in a breath. She looked in Phil's direction before she turned her attention back to the wizard. "Let him go, Mr. Schield.

"Your grievance is with me and my family, not with him. Leave him out of this," she said.

"Very courageous. Did your filthy mother teach you such values?" Mr. Schield said.

Suddenly Phil bolted from his position and tackled the older man to the floor, breaking the wooden stick in half upon impact. Mr. Schield was surprised at first. He shoved Phil off, weakened by the five Cruciatus curses he suffered. Phil staggered backwards against the wall of the cell.

Drew took in a breath as she watched Mr. Schield pick up the weapon Phil had discarded right after the memory charm was broken. The older man aimed the 9 millimeter at his own grandson. "You're of no worth to me," the old wizard sneered as his grandson looked at him. The old man pulled the trigger.

Everything seemed to occur in slow motion. There were voices ringing out. Phil felt his legs go out from under him and his back hit against the floor. He felt a weight on his chest. He watched the serpent engulf himself and the young woman. He saw his grandfather clutch at his neck as blood flowed down the side of it. For a moment, the two Schields locked eyes before the elder slumped to the floor.

o-o-o

Friday, 30 March, 23:59 GMT

Phil couldn't breathe for a moment until he realized that the weight he had felt on his chest was Drew. He took a deep breath. "Drew, get the fuck off of me," he said a little brusquely. "You're not as light as you think you are."

He pushed her off his chest. He sat up on his knees. His eyes widened in horror as he saw the two entry wounds.

"Drew," the young man said as he moved toward his fallen friend.

"Are you shot, Phil," she asked as she scanned his shirtfront that was tainted in red.

He ran his hand over what used to be a white t-shirt. He lifted his shirt to check his chest. He looked at her, "It's not my blood."

Drew nodded her head before she shut her eyes. "Good," she said weakly, as she took in small breaths. Phil quickly applied pressure to her left shoulder wound and to the wound right below her right breast. Drew groaned in pain.

"Are you two okay?" Mr. Malfoy said as he ran to them. Phil looked up at the older gentleman who seemed to grow paler in front of his eyes as he saw his daughter.

"He shot her with Everbleeders," Phil said as he tried to put pressure on the two wounds.

"Phil, I need to find the gun," Mr. Malfoy said as he started to look in Mr. Schield's direction. "You need to keep her talking."

"Yes, Sir," the young man stammered as he watched as Mr. Malfoy started to look for the weapon.