Stationed in Manchester was an old but still in use port. It was hundreds of miles from the old castle. Not even the mountains could be seen. The port was surrounded by several old brick warehouses, leftover from the city's industrial revolution. Scattered around the port were left over shipping crates that had not yet been moved away from the ships. It was night in the city. The area of the shipping container was nearly silent. There were some hums of electricity, seagulls yelling and the occasional creak from a crab scurrying across the floor boards. Due to the darkness of the night next to the bright lights, many spaces between the crates were completely in shadow.

Frank Longbottom shifted in one of these places. He was hidden between two of the shipping crates. He had a full view of the port in front of them, but he was hidden from view. Moody was hidden between two nearby crates, which he could see from where he was. He knew Benjy, Travers, Higgs and Dawlish were hidden as well. It would only be the 5 of them. Frank would have to be the one to call in backup if things went south. Frank did not know how long he had been crouched in between the crates when he heard the ship pull up. He could hardly call it a ship though. It was a small speed boat. He could see a larger boat in the distance that this one must have come from.

One of the men disembarked the boat. The other docked it before climbing out as well. The men removed a large parcel from the boat. Frank looked closer at it. It was long and narrow. It was loosely wrapped in parchment. It would be dangerous to transport normal potion ingredients that way, least of all wolf's bane. After several more moments of the men standing there, there was a crack. Three more men appeared. Two were in masks and a third was not. The third man was in the center. Frank recognized him in a moment, even though it had been over a year since he had last seen him. He was wearing a dark suit and gloves. His features were slightly blurred, as though he had been painted with a wet paint brush. Frank looked at Moody for the signal to go. Moody gestured for him to wait. The man did not turn but he reached into his pocket and removed a bone white wand. Frank tried to control his breathing. Something deep inside him told him that Lord Voldemort knew that they were here.

"Gentlemen," Voldemort said as he stepped towards them. One saw his wand and shrunk back. The other stepped forward and puffed out his chest.

"We got it." the man who had stepped forward said proudly. He showed Voldemort the parcel.

"Truely?" Voldemort asked. A small smile spread onto Voldemort's face. The man who had taken a step forward rocked back before regaining his footing

"It's here. The real deal" the man said. Voldemort took a step forward and leaned down to look at the man. The man shrunk back before Voldemort spoke.

"Open it," Voldemort said. The man nodded while the smirk never left Voldemort's face. The man unwrapped the content of the parcel. Inside was a sword. It had a gold hilt and was encrusted with rubies. Frank shifted, trying to get a better look. Moody glared at him, daring him to make a sound. He cast a simple charm to help him see more clearly. He caught a glimpse of writing on the sword. God door? Griffin? Godric Gryffindor. He mouthed the word to moody who just gave him a quizzical look. Voldemort took the sword from the now limp parchment wrapping and examined it. The smirk on his face turned to a smile. The man who had given him the parcel smiled too while his companion relaxed for the first time since they arrived.

"Told you I would have it for you" the man said

"You did promise me the sword"

"So payment-"

"Ah, my friend, you promised me the sword of Godric Gryffindor"

"But that's it, like I promised" Voldemort's smile fell. He turned to the water and chucked the sword into the sea. It quickly sank below the water. The companion stepped back again, ready to run to their boat. He turned back to the man. His smile was gone. He dropped the volume of his voice to a terrifyingly quiet tone.

"I don't like being lied to"

"But the merchant said-"

"You can't spot the difference could you? Between real goblin steel and a fake. Tell me you didn't fall for some idiot merchant?"

"I went all the way to Lebanon to get it-" Voldemort did not let the man finish. A jet of green light flew from his wand and hit the man in the chest. The man fell. He was dead before he hit the ground. The other man tripped and fell back. He tried to scamper back but Voldemort stepped down on his foot. The man screamed in pain.

"Please, don't kill me. I have a son-" he said

"Why would I kill you? No, you are far more useful to me alive"

"I don't know how to get the sword"

"No, I don't expect you to. What I need you to do is to tell others what happens to those who fail Lord Voldemort. Now. my follower, Rabastian will take you back to your boat."

"Thank you sir. Thank you" the man hurried up and limped up to his boat. One of the two cloaked figures, Rabastian, got on the boat with him. They began to sail off.

"My lord," the other cloaked figure began. She had the voice of women, a voice that Frank recognized. Bellatrix Lestrange. Voldemort gave Bellatrix the same smirk that he had given the man who now lay dead at their feet.

"Now, the failure of the evening is out of the way. We can return to business." he said

"The sword-" he waved his hand to silence her. As he did, a man stepped out of the shadows of one of the crates. Travers. He was holding an unconscious Benjy and Dawlish. Frank watched as Moody cursed.

"Good work Travers."

"Couldn't get to Moody. He's still hiding somewhere around here. Same with Higgs"

"No matter." Voldemort said. Frank was ready to move now. Moody shook his head furiously. He then turned to the other side and gripped his wand. He then turned to Frank

"They don't know you are here" Moody mouthed. Frank nodded. Moody threw himself out of the shadows. He could see that Higgs had done the same. They both raised their wands at Voldemort, Bellatrix and Travers. Bellatrix aimed at the Aurors while Travers kept his wand trained on Benjy and Dawlish. Volemort raised his hands over his head, wand still in hand.

"Gentlemen" Voldemort said

"You are under arrest" Higgs yelled.

"I'm quite aware of that." Voldemort said, the smirk never leaving his face. Moody was fast, but Voldemort was faster. Moody sent a stunner at him. Voldemort deflected it and sent a curse back. Voldemort made a slashing gesture as he cast it. It hit Moody in the leg. Frank had never heard anyone scream like that and hoped he never would. He turned away. He did not want to look. He heard several more curses be cast. He forced himself to look. Higgs was on the ground. He was bleeding from several different wounds that looked like he had been hit by a sword several times over. Dalwish was awake and on the ground with Travers aiming at him. Moody was still standing, but he looked like he was about to topple over. His leg had been severed from his body. It lay unmoving several feet away. Frank cursed under his breath.

"Take them. Leave that one" he gestured to Higgs. "He'll be dead before long"

"Shit" Frank cursed under his breath. He knew he couldn't stay hidden much longer. As he watched from his spot, Voldemort walked over to Moody.

"They'll get you, you son of a bitch" Moody tried to yell, but his voice was too hoarse. His words came out as no more than a grumble

"Oh I'm sure they will. Until then, which part of you do you want me to send Dumbledore to let him know you are dead. Perhaps the other leg?" he pushed Moody's hair away from his mechanical eye. He looked at it for a moment before speaking. "No, I'll keep that eye for myself" He turned to the other death eaters, meaning he turned his back on Frank. Frank held his wand close. This was his opening.

Bombarda

His spell sent everyone to the ground. Traver had fallen, giving Dawlish a chance to get up. He ran over to help Moody, whose leg was thrown even farther from his body.

"Take him and go," Frank yelled. Dawlish nodded before grabbing Moody and disapparating. He was now in their view. He kept his wand aimed at Voldemort. The blast had knocked Voldemort to the ground. He looked up at Frank. While Travers and Moody were covered in cuts from the debris, Voldemort appeared unscathed. He stood, his wand still in hand. He brushed some of the dirt from his suit sleeve.

"Get away from Benji and Higgs and we can go our separate ways" Frank yelled. Voldemort chuckled. He looked closely at Frank

"I know you, you are one of Dumbledore's aren't you?" Frank didn't answer "Now I remember. You were there. With Potter and the girl. Longbottom was it?" Frank did not bother to respond. He sent a disarming charm at Voldemort. His wand fell out of his hand. He laughed. Frank did not.

"You are under arrest by order of the minister for magic-" Before Frank could finish speaking, Voldemort raised just his hand. He waved it in Frank's direction. It sent Frank flying back. He landed only feet from where Higgs lay. Higgs was still breathing, but only barely. Voldemort was walking up to them. Benji was still yards away. There wouldn't be time. He grabbed Higgs and disaperated with a pop.