Chapter 6 The Mudblood
The winds were howling as the young man trundled through the billowing snow. How he hadn't been found given his close proximity to the castle was nothing short of dumb luck. He had been fighting in the grounds of Hogwarts before he was hit with he thought must have been a stunning spell. As he came around under a tree covered from sight by the thickness of the forbidden forest he knew He Who Must Not Be Named must have won. Piles of bodies were dotted around the grounds as the Carrow's supervised the disposal of the fallen. As panic set in his immediate thoughts were of reaching Hogsmeade and disapparating to safety. He stayed within the forest hoping the trees would shield him searching eyes, wizards in death eater robes were everywhere he could see and he didn't want to draw their attention upon him, a lone Mudblood survivor that could be toyed with for sport.
He never even made it as far the school gates "it's no use going that way you'll never make it" the strange voice came from the darkness striking the fear of God into his gut. " who" he began before being cut off "to the mountains if your lucky you will meet Hagrid, if not…" the voice trailed off. He still couldn't see the person who was speaking to him but the rustling of the ground suggested more than one person was close by. The Centaur stood out from the thicket of bushes that concealed him and repeated "to the mountains, the death eaters are searching for survivors of the battle the best chance for survival is to hide in the mountains". Saying nothing more the centaur turned and galloped deeper into the forest and figuring he would rather be eaten to death in the forest than being subjugated to the death eaters he started walking deeper into the forest towards the mountains at the other side he had stared at during the boring lectures of Professor Binns.
It had been three months he'd been hiding out in the mountains hunting small animals to feed himself and melting snow for drinking water. To think his family had wealth that would have made the Malfoy's seem like beggars and here he was living off the land. He had wondered over the last year if he would have been better off going to Eaton rather than Hogwarts or if he would have ended up a nameless victim of the death eaters just the same wherever he was educated. Too afraid to go home incase the worst has happened and the freezing temperatures he was getting desperate. Barely able to keep a fire stoked or ignore the hunger rumbling through his stomach he made a decision he left the cave he was calling home that night turned on the spot and vanished into the darkness.
The Mudblood apparated onto the lawn of a lush mansion in Abergavenny. Few lights were on in the house however The Mudblood figured it must be roughly 4am so that didn't give him cause for concern. He entered the mansion, quiet as the dawn not a sound to be heard on the ground floor of the three floor property. There was still hope his parents hadn't been targeted. As he moved room from room ensuring all was well in the house his fears were easing. As he approached the large drawing room which was situated on the second floor he saw a flickering light from the open door and heard a mans voice a voice he didn't recognize. I wouldn't have seen that light from the outside there are no windows in that room he readied his wand and approached the door. As he peered around the door he saw a man not much older than himself leaning back in his father's chair and swigging from a decanter. Stan Shunpike had been rather enjoying himself drinking the old man's drink and swinging in his chair inside the muggle estate whilst the others attended to the matter of securing the muggles wealth. Which was not an order, the deaths of the muggles here wasn't an order either just a bit of fun however as Goyle had pointed out it would be a shame if that all money went to waste. "Incarcerous", "whatya playin'at, Goyle this isn't funny I thought you'd left". The thick ropes bound the man to chair as the Mudblood entered the room and ensured they were quite alone, satisfied the man in the chair was the only stranger in the room he locked the door with the Colloportus charm. "Who are you what have you done with my parents?" "I'd leave if I were you boy, a Mudblood all alone and my friends will be back soon ya know" "That wasn't what I asked" panic had hit him like a freight train he was sure Goyle's father was a death eater that Potter had named in that Quibbler article and a death eater presence in his house was a grim diagnosis for his parents. He walked over and yanked the man's left sleeve "the dark mark, that scare ya boy?" "my parents what have you done with them?" the man chuckled "dead boy and you anawl soon as my friends return" "where are they now? Why hasn't the dark mark been conjured over the house?" "asif I'd tell a rotten little Mudblood like you anythin" the man spat back. He couldn't spend much longer wasting time ge needed answers but he didn't know the Crutiatus curse. Well there's more than way to skin a cat the Mudblood thought "you will tell me what I want to know" anger was filling his every cell but the words came out quite calmly as did the next pointing his wand at the mans leg "Defodio" a chunk of flesh was gouged from the mans leg as he screamed in pain.
Twenty five minutes later after employing the gouging, conjunctivitis and Aguamenti charm in a method he had seen in an old movie when he was a child that he shouldn't really have been watching. The Mudblood had learned everything he needed to know from Stan Shunpike ex conductor of the Knight Bus. Himself, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe had murdered his parents and Crabbe and Goyle using polyjuice potion intended to seize his family's fortune. Crabbe and Goyle incompetent dunderheads shouldn't be too hard to handle I just have to find the man who resembles father and then find the other and return them here. He checked the time "6:30 am the bank won't open for another two and a half hours plenty of time". Ensuring Stan was secured and couldn't escape his bonds he performed an anti-apparition jinx, took the remaining potion from the goblet that had been used to impersonate his father, secured it in the inside pocket of his father's best suit and set out for the nearest town.
He waited sitting on a bench at the park opposite the high street waiting for the man that looked exactly as he did. He hadn't taken the polyjuice potion right away as he knew it only lasted an hour and would have been a 17 year old boy in an ill fitting suit by the time the bank opened. Twenty minutes passed by and he saw them two idiots who didn't know how polyjuice worked and where now arguing on how best to secure his family's wealth. Crack! The Mudblood apparated right behind Crabbe and Goyle and seized a hold of both their collars as they gasped in shock as the man they had just killed grabbed a hold of them and turned on the spot.
As the trio appeared on the manor grounds the Mudblood subdued the two with a quick Incarcerous charm displaying rapid spellwork he hadn't thought himself capable of confiscated their wands and dissaparated an idea had formed in his head and he wanted to act now before he lost his nerve.
Thirty Minutes later the Mudblood was back in the large drawing room admiring his three prisoners precarious positions. He had transferred all of his family's fortune into his own savings account and now part two of his plan was about to take place. He ripped a handful of hairs from Stan's head "what'ya playin' at boy? You know our friends will come looking for us best to let us go now and avoid the backlash" "Silencio, and that's quite enough from you. You already told me this was a random venture you three were carrying out and I doubt three useless death eaters like yourselves will be missed. Imagine what your peers would say, being defeated by a filthy Mudblood". Luckily Goyle had only used a small amount of their store of polyjuice or this plan would go to shit faster than a fly in the summer heat. Depositing his handful of hairs into the potion Stan Shunpike fully clad in Death Eater Robes left the room.
Awaiting to be seen in the queue at Gringotts Wizarding Bank the Mudblood was starting to have doubts. He had heard of all the detection charms held here. As long as I don't actually have to go near the vaults I should be fine. "Next" the goblin at the tellers desk looked bored a good sign thought the Mudblood. "I'd like to open a new account" "fine, provide your name, blood status, any additional instructions and present your wand for identification" "I'll be able to send instructions regarding withdrawal and movement of funds by owl?" asked the Mudblood "yes, yes" the Goblin replied as if he was desperate to be done with him "you will have to provide a deposit today" "okay good I want you to take all of the funds from this muggle bank account and convert it all into Galleons, the filthy Muggle fanily won't have any use for it now". The Goblin raised an eyebrow "okay, that can be arranged for a fee of five percent" The Mudblood mutteres "Confundo" under his breath and the Goblin continued "as I was saying there will be no fee for a wizard of your standing the money will be in your vault by tomorrow morning here is your key and the vault number will be one thousand one hundred and seventeen". "Good I'll be sending regular owls with instructions for my money I'm a very busy man and don't wish to come traipsing in and out of here whenever I have need of managing my money" he quickly flashed the dark mark from under his left sleeve to emphasise the point "not a problem good sir" replied the Goblin and the Mudblood left the bank and apparated back to Abergavenny.
He has just made it out of Diagon Alley when the polyjuice started to wear off however he was now sitting in the drawing room of the huge mansion with his three prisoners stunned into unconsciousness. The Mudblood was contemplating on the atrocities being suffered by others of his birth and muggles alike and this angered him his family was dead and he wanted revenge. The Mudblood was now the richest Wizard in history and Justin Finch-Fletchley had many plans to use this wealth to fight back.