Friday, 30 March, 22:15 GMT present day
The two Death Eaters grasped tightly onto Phil's arms, dragging him into an adjoining room next to the hall where the Death Eaters were working intently. Phil's eyes fluttered. He opened them wide as he felt his shoes drag against the wooden floor. The two Death Eaters let him drop. The pair exited as the old wizard entered the room. Phillip looked up at him.
"What did you do with Drew?" Phillip asked groggily.
"We'll deal with the Half-breed later," the old man said as he circled his grandson. The wizard aimed his wand at the boy. "My name is Cecil Schield. You are my grandson."
"My grandfathers' names are Miguel Martinez and Alexander Williams," Phillip said.
The old man narrowed his eyes at him and with a whip of his wand hand, he cast Levicorpus, levitating the 6'8" frame into the air. He flicked his hand towards the wall of the room. Phillip sustained the hit and whimpered as he fell to the ground. The athlete breathed heavily as he looked at the old man.
"You come from a Pureblood line," Cecil Schield said, "Your mother and father made sure of that."
"My name is Phillip Martinez, Jr." the young man said. "My parents are Phillip Martinez, Sr. and Ana Martinez."
The old man whipped him into the wall again. Phillip again repeated what he had said obstinately.
The wizard fumed. He aimed his wand as the young man continued. He cast the memory charm, level three Obliviate.Phillip shook his head, still trying to remember who raised him.
"You are Kourtney Schield, son of Roxanne Schield and Kellen Tanner," the wizard said curtly.
Phillip shook his head, trying hard to remember who he was. "My name is Phillip … Martinez," the young man said haltingly.
The old wizard intensified the Obliviate charm, casting a category 4. Phillip trembled.
"You are my grandson, Kourtney, and you will remember that," Cecil Schield said.
"Go to hell," Phillip said.
The old man upped the intensity of the charm, casting the most lethal category, the category 5 Obliviate charm. Phillip shook violently. He slumped to the ground as his vision blurred.
He could hear the old wizard, seemingly whispering a history of his ancestry. The young man couldn't fight any longer.
o-o-o
Friday, 30 March, 23:10 GMT
It had been almost an hour since the Pureblood grandfather had begun to brainwash his grandson, using non-Unforgiveable torture methods and the Obliviate memory charm. Cecil Schield had laid out his family's history along with all of their secrets, trusting them now to the sole heir of the Schield family.
He tasked the young man to avenge their name. The young man nodded.
"This is the Malfoy Half-breed," the older Schield handed the photograph of the young Muggle doctor to his grandson. The young man looked at the picture, studying it closely. "She goes by Drew Granger. She took her Mudblood mother's name."
The young man scoffed. "She'll get what's coming to her. I'll avenge us, Grandfather. You can count on me, Sir."
"One last thing, Kourtney," the old wizard added. "Do not use the killing curse until the last moment. We want to blindside the Ministry. We'll attack moments after you end it."
The young man nodded. He took one last look at the photograph before letting it drop to the floor. He stepped on it on his way out of the room as he walked towards the dark flight of stairs.
o-o-o
Saturday, 31 Mar, 03:00 GMT Awakening
"You've got your revenge, Kourtney," she said laboring. "Do me this favor. Please end it."
The young man sneered as he looked at the woman in front of him. He pulled the trigger, emptying the clip. He watched her slump to the ground, her eyes piercing into his, before shutting.
o-o-o
Saturday, 31 Mar, 03:05 GMT awake
The young man bolted upward. He looked feverishly around, trying to get his bearings.
"Calm down, Phillip," Draco Malfoy said as he approached the hospital bed.
"Drew," Phillip said breathlessly. He looked up at the blonde wizard as he lay back down.
"The medical staff is still working on her," Mr. Malfoy said as he sat back down in his chair.
"Where are we?" he asked, his eyes surveyed the room.
"Hospital wing at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Drew's brothers' school."
"Exactly," Mr. Malfoy said nodding at the young man.
Phillip let out a whimper. "What happened tonight?"
"We were hoping you would be able to offer some insight on that."
"I don't know, Mr. Malfoy. I'm not sure … who I am anymore."