Warning: Non-Beta, pardon me for the typos or the screwed up grammar because English isn't my mother language.
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Sun began to rise in the horizon, spreading its warm light across the land. As this natural phenomenon occurred, I left the bathtub which was filled with warm water and dried myself with the prepared towel. Such act was considered beneath the wizards and witches with magic in their arsenal but I felt a soothing feeling from such mundane task.
After drying myself and putting on a simple T-shirt and a pair of pants, I returned back to my dorm and saw Terry Boots was still sleeping soundly. His laziness was acceptable for it was the weekend and the students were free from their classes.
Speaking of the classes, they progressed just like the usual; Professor Flitwick was still his eccentric self; Professor McGonagall was still her severe self; Professor Snape still hated loud children in general; Professor Bin still hadn't been exorcised and Lockhart was still the annoying narcissistic asshole he was. I really hoped the house-elf I'd given the task to watch over him would catch him doing something scandalous as soon as possible. He'd been an utter annoyance for me so far.
I decided to leave the young pureblood undisturbed and left the common room. As I stepped down the staircase, I saw several students were scattered in the common room; I found Su in conversation with other second-year witches, and Padma and Luna nowhere to be seen in the common room.
I walked across the common room but stopped in front of the entrance because a familiar voice had called me.
"Dias! Wait for me!"
I turned to the sound origin and saw Su trotted in my direction in hurry.
The Asian witch was wearing a white frilly blouse and knee length black skirt. I realized the witch looked prim and proper for a reason I couldn't fathom. The others in the common room ceased their activity to quench their curiosity before they returned back to what they were doing after they found out what was happening.
"What's it?" I asked one of my close friends as she stopped next to me.
"Are you going down for breakfast?" asked Su back.
I nodded, saying nothing.
"Then, let me join you," she said, "You don't have a problem with it, do you?"
"Yes," I said.
Realizing it was strange for Su to be alone without Holly around her, I voiced my confusion to her, "Where's Holly, by the way?"
"Holly told me she wants to sleep more since it's a weekend," said Su.
I said nothing as I accepted her answer. I then beckoned her to proceed first, trying to be a gentleman. My attempt was rewarded as Su bowed slightly, giving me a short courtesy of the proper noble lady.
"My, what a gentleman," she said.
After we stepped out the Ravenclaw Tower, we strolled side by side. Our walk was silent; I could feel she was expecting something from me from her body language alone. I needed a while until I realized what she wanted from me.
Neat and tidy appearance when she wasn't expected to prepare it, her sudden self-invitation to walk with me and her body language, she wanted to hear what I thought about her appearance.
Go figure.
"It's rare for you to present yourself exquisitely, Su. Do you have any plan today?" I finally inquired.
"No. I'm just in the mood," she replied at once, too fast as a matter of fact, "what do you think about my appearance?"
I craned my neck, watching her from head to toe. After a moment passed, I answered, "Lovelier than ever. You're like polished jade — Beautiful and magnificent."
"Thank you," whispered Su faintly, hiding her face from my sight. However, her ears were red, showing her flustered condition.
I didn't show anything on my face. Inwardly, my mind raced.
"Merlin's shrivelled balls! Is Su entering her puberty? She starts showing the trait of a pubescent in a crush. Does she have a crush on me?"
I put that thought behind as we entered the Great Hall together.
I quickly found the familiar sight of Luna Lovegood, sitting alone in the Ravenclaw's table. I couldn't find Padma in the Great Hall; I guessed she was, perhaps, already in the library to finish her homework. Well, I had finished mine sometimes ago.
As I stood behind Luna, the first year witch was oblivious to the fact. I peered at her copy of Quibbler and saw her trying to finish the Runes Quiz in her family's newspaper.
"You need to put Sowilo in here and Hagalaz in there," I said, pointing the spot for the runes I mentioned.
I caught Luna tensing her body for a split second before she turned her head around, looking in my direction.
"Thank you," said Luna with her usual dreamy tone; I could feel her carefully hidden annoyance, "But, I want to finish the quiz myself."
"Your face looks in consternation, so as a kind-hearted big brother I am, I decided to lend a hand," I said back while settling down on the empty spot next to Luna.
"But, I can finish the quiz alone," insisted Luna; her dreamy tone had changed into a petulant tone of a spoilt little girl.
I laughed openly as I patted her head softly.
Our dynamic had changed to that of siblings seamlessly before I realized it. Luna herself readily accepted her role as the little sister. As a matter of fact, she seemed enjoyed her role very much.
It can be chalked to my earnest attempt to provide Luna with a delightful experience in Hogwarts and she doesn't have something like an older sibling in her life so far.
The progress is noticeable to me. For someone else, they don't see any unnaturalness from Luna who shows less dreamy expression lately. She seems to be different from her canonical counterpart that experienced full of hardship in Hogwarts.
Frankly, I enjoyed more of this familial or pure platonic relationship with my opposite sex. To me, romance is full of trouble I wish to stay as far as possible if it can be helped.
"Have you finished your breakfast?" I inquired as I took a bite of the well-done toast, cooked by Hogwarts' House-elves.
"Yep," replied Luna, popping the P at the end of her answer. She didn't shift her eyes from her copy of Quibblers. "I also drank my milk!"
"Good girl!" I said while parting her head with my left hand as my right hand was used to feed myself. "You will grow up fast like weeds if you drink your milk every day."
Luna put her family's newspaper on the table, earning my curiosity. She then patted her chest to my bemusement.
"Do you think they'll grow big if I drink my milk every day?" asked Luna innocently.
"Perhaps," — I rolled my eyes at that, — "If they grow up, I fear I must prepare most grotesque curse to ward off any Blubbering Humpingprimates in the future."
"I don't think you need to learn any dangerous curse to do it. I'm sure pepper spray is enough to ward them off."
We laughed together at that joke. After that, Luna continued reading her copy of Quibblers while I finished my breakfast.
Sitting next to me, Su had finished her breakfast sooner and was reading the copy of Daily Prophet left unattended on the table.
The headline took my interest and I asked Su's permission to borrow the newspaper.
THE MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF THE UPSTANDING MEMBERS OF MAGICAL BRITAIN CONTINUES!
By: Rita Skeeter
In recent weeks, many upstanding members of our society have disappeared mysteriously. Starting with the disappearance of Lord of House Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, a month ago, some upstanding members of our society followed the disappearance of the respected Lord of House Malfoy. Oddly enough, all upstanding members of magical Britain who disappeared are the Imperiused Death Eater under He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named in a wizarding war that ended a decade ago. Victims of this mysterious disappearance have become too much and started making worry the many upstanding members of our society left. D.M.L.E. - Department of Magical Law and Enforcement - has been trying to find any clue related to this mysterious. What's actually happened behind this mysterious incident? Is this the clue to the return of the Dark One?
Read more on page 3
The list of the disappeared upstanding members of magical Britain on page 4
The interview with the Director of the D.M.L.E about this mysterious case on page 4
After I finished reading all articles about the headline, I put down the copy of Daily Prophet morning edition on the table and turned to look at my female acquaintance who had been gazing to my direction.
"What's it?" I asked, raising one brow in curiosity.
"What do you think about this mysterious disappearance?" asked Su.
I regarded the Asian witch silently. A moment passed in silence and we stared at each other eyes. I finally opened my mouth.
"To be honest, the news is disconcerting," I said, feigning my discomfort.
Agreeing with me, Su nodded her head silently. She then took the newspaper and flipped the page; she silently skimmed the paper and put it down on the table surface before my eyes.
"Look at the list of the disappeared people," Su started as she pointed a section in the paper with her dainty finger, "Most of the victims of the disappearance are the relatives of someone in this castle: Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, and many more. What do you think about this? Do you think the assumption of the reporter is correct?"
I made a pensive expression and silently contemplated something else.
It had only been two weeks but my little minions had done a good job so far. However, I hadn't got my hand on the detailed report for they would report it after they finished their job. I had faith in them to complete their task in the end.
As I had expected, this 'mysterious disappearance' did create a chaos in Magical Britain. The effect was quite deep since some students had a gloomy expression when they found out their older relative disappeared mysteriously. Their fuse had become short too. It could be seen from how the majority of the Slytherin was easy to explode in anger.
Did I feel bad about this? The answer was no; my Gamer's Mind smothered all guilt I had about this. On one hand, it helped me to move on in my life. On the other hand, I couldn't help worrying how far I'd become inhuman.
I sighed heavily.
I knew this was the most logical choice but the fact that I was the reason behind this incident was still here. The ease of my mind from commanding my house-elves to hunt down all Death Eaters outside of Azkaban made me faintly uncomfortable. I couldn't help wondering if I would ever stop from reaping other's lives after the threat of Death Eater vanished. Probably, it wouldn't.
My ambition was big because of my power. This power of mine, the Gamer, made me see the bigger picture; there were many worlds outside of this small reality. Omniverse was truly limitless and the threat it had was very clear to me. There were many existences that could bend the reality into their will and destroy the world as easy as breathing. If I ever became complacent and stopped progressing, I was sure that I would die. I didn't want to die. Not with the
"Dias?"
I returned back to the reality and looked in Su's direction.
"Yes?"
"You were zoning out," Su pointed bluntly, "What were you thinking?"
"Nothing important. Anyway, there's the probability the reporter assumption is correct," I lamely changed to subject back to our previous topic.
Of course, my answer was a lie; Tom Riddle or Lord Voldemort wouldn't return back. I guaranteed it with my soul and magic. As a matter of fact, I was the mastermind behind the upstanding pureblood wizards and witches disappearance in past week. However, there was no way I would say that loudly.
Su hummed wordlessly. "Say," she started another topic, "Do you mind to spend your time for helping me out with my DADA?"
I blinked at that and asked back:
"Why me though? There are others who can help you too, no?"
"Are you busy?" Su inquired.
At first, I wanted to answer with 'Yes' but when I saw her pleading eyes, I couldn't help but feel bad for declining her request.
"No, we can finish your DADA dormwork later," I replied with this in the end.
"Thank you, Dias," said Su with a faint yet beautiful smile on her face.
Suddenly, I felt a stare on my back and it came from Slytherin table.
"Oh, right, I need to find out why the heck Malfoy keeps sending me such intense look lately."
Speaking of Lyra Malfoy, I realized the young witch was rather odd since the new term began. Her stare towards me was anything but normal; the normal stare of Lyra Malfoy was that of contempt as she stared at my direction. However, that'd changed in the sorting feast this year.
I made a mental note to uncover this mystery.
"Well, how about we start as soon as possible?"
Su's voice snapped me back from my inner musing. I turned my eyes towards Su and nodded my head wordlessly. Then, we left the Great Hall, returning to Ravenclaw Tower with the Asian witch as my second shadow.
—»O«—
Time crept by and before I knew it, the moon had reached the zenith of the dark sky. After putting Terry Boots into a dreamless slumber, I called one of my House-elves that were free from assignments.
I had requested a room that suited my need for what I intended to do; the room was wide with a single bed for a patient and comfortable chair standing next to it. Near the bed was a shelf full of magical medic and pharmacy books located in the castle.
After the preparation finished, I told Batty, the house-elf that would help me tonight, to take my target here. I'd asked Batty to use tranquillizers to force everyone in my target's dorm into an unconscious state before the house-elf brought my target her.
A moment later, Batty appeared with the unconscious Lyra Malfoy, floating a metre above the ground. She was floating because of House-elf's brand of magic.
I beckoned Batty to put down the unconscious Lyra in the bed. I disregard the young witch nightwear that seems improper for someone at her age. I meant that the female Malfoy was wearing see-through silver lingerie that shows her black lacy underwear with glossy emerald laces. It looked out of place since the girl didn't put on bras to accompany her choice of underwear. Then again, she hadn't started her puberty yet and she didn't need bras because, frankly, there was nothing to support; her chest was flat as Hogwarts' castle cold stone floor.
As I was 100% sure the young witch was unconscious, I opened her left eyelid and dived into her mind with my Legilimency. Since unconscious people rarely ever dream, it was easy to enter her mind and wasn't lost on her dreamscape. I made a mental note that the Malfoy girl had a high achievement as young Occlumens; a level 3 Occlumens at the tender age of twelve was something to be proud of.
However, Lyra's Occlumency barrier was nothing in front of my Legilimency; I easily pierced through her barrier.
The first image I saw in her mind was my appearance. It was enough to make me raise my brows. What happened next made me speechless.
I could interpret Lyra's strong, no; merely strong was too tame in comparison of the intense emotions she had about me.
Love. . .
Loyalty. . .
Longing. . .
Devotion. . .
Fanaticism. . .
I pulled back my consciousness from Lyra's mind and stared the sleeping girl as if I just found the fascinating new species out of Luna Lovegood's delusion. The fact that Lyra, the anti-muggle pureblooded witch, felt such intense emotions for me was something that made me wholly stumped, but my Gamer's Mind smothered the intense feeling immediately thereafter.
It was far from normal; it happened naturally was quite improbable.
I recalled every confrontation between Lyra's and Holly's cliques last year and in short several weeks in this year when I was in the immediate vicinity and found the possibility of Lyra starting showing interest in a positive way was nonexistent. Something like this could only happen if the insidious magic that affects mind playing a major part. As I became slightly curious of the reason behind Lyra's sudden transfixion on me, I delved deep into her mind once again.
—my mother and I were held captive by a group of batty house-elves . . . we were powerless . . . our wand was confiscated . . . we were given delicious meal but my mother told me there was something in the mean — potions that could affect one's mind . . . we were in between of a rock and a hard place; either we must eat the meal prepared by these crazy House-elves or we would die because of the muggle weapon those crazy House-elves pointed to us . . . they had shown what those miniguns could do . . . we were afraid of death . . . we didn't want to die with bodies riddled with holes from those bullets . . . I felt something was different with me . . . as I woke up from my unpleasant sleep, the appearance of that filthy Mudblood who was always around the Little-Trollop-Who-Lived filled my mind . . . the sleep was too short; it wasn't enough to recover my mental fatigue . . . in my mental exhaustion, the image of someone in my school appears without deliberation on my part . . . I didn't understand what was happening with me . . . the image of Asmodias Lustburg, the Ravenclaw student in my year didn't want to disappear from my mind . . . my mind was filled with his face . . . I felt painful longing . . . I wished to see him badly that it was painful . . . I was taken by those crazy House-elves into a very dark room, dark enough until I couldn't see my own body and tied up limbs in this dark room . . . I was forced to watch a moving image of the cycle of life and death . . . I watched what those crazy House-elves called as human life cycle documentation . . . they made me realize how insignificant my life was . . . they forced me to understand how small I was . . . they showed the image of that boy . . . physically and mentally exhausted, they forced me to repeat the commandments endlessly . . . Asmodias Lustburg is the most glorious, magnificent and extraordinary wizard . . . Asmodias Lustburg is the only one who suites to be the true King of the World . . . Asmodias Lustburg will bring the golden age of magic in the future . . . To serve Asmodias Lustburg is the biggest honour for my lowly self . . . To be useful for Asmodias Lustburg is the true bliss . . . I was nothing for my body, soul and magic solely belong to Asmodias Lustburg . . . my life and death are Asmodias Lustburg's alone . . . Ah — I don't understand what I'm doing, why I'm here and what is happening to me . . . there is painful yearning to meet my beloved Lord . . . I want to be loved by my lord . . . I want to relish in his magnificent . . . I want him to focus his attention solely on me . . . am I crazy for yearning for him? . . . Mother, your moaning is disgusting . . . I hate it when you call my beloved Lord with that disgusting sound of yours . . . the Girl-Who-Lived and her Asian breed little bitch — how dare they stain my Lord's magnificent . . . I'm alone is enough for him . . . my LordLordLordLORDLORDLORDLORDLORD!—
I forcefully pulled my mind from Lyra's convoluted mind. I then stared at her with deadpan.
What I had found in her mind was scary as it was very concerning, but, of course, I showed nothing on my face.
I immediately used all diagnosis spell I knew in my repertoire and found the heavy trace of Love and Loyalty potions, keyed to me.
Now, I cock up my brown as the slightest reaction to this unprecedented occurrence.
"Batty!" — I unintentionally used a blank voice with a slightly sharp edge — "Subdue Madam Pomfrey, Hogwarts' mediwitch, with tranquillizers and bring her here ASAP!"
Batty quickly disappeared and soon returned back with the unconscious mediwitch, floating in the air because of the house-elf magic. I quickly requested another bed. After the bed appeared, I told Batty to put down Poppy Pomfrey on the bed. I didn't waste my time; I woke her up and put her under Imperious curse. Then, I made Poppy Pomfrey to give Lyra thorough diagnosis with her exceptional skill as a mediwitch.
What I heard was something I didn't like; I couldn't help wondering who had played a sick joke to me. I then realized that Lyra Malfoy wasn't the only one who was in this state; her mother, Narcissa Malfoy, was in the same state or perhaps it was much worse. I didn't really care as I asked Batty to take me and the still Imperiused Poppy Pomfrey to Malfoy's manor, leaving the unconscious Lyra alone in the Room of Requirement.
—»O«—
I was sitting absentmindedly in a chair; I was in the extraordinary bedroom that spoke luxury and opulence; the only downside of this room was the musky smell of arousal.
I wasn't alone; there were two ladies in the room; one was unconscious in the bed (she was Madam Pomfrey the Hogwarts' mediwitch who I had brought (kidnapped, actually) here) and another woman was tied in a chair in front of dresser as she wailed in a heartbreaking way and pouring out her tears.
Now, you must think what kind of heinous act I had done to make a beautiful lady (she was beautiful, more beautiful than the world-class model in my previous life) wail like her loved one had been murdered before their eyes, no? Well, let me tell you something important. Her cry wasn't entirely my fault. Alright, it was a bit of my fault or perhaps it was entirely my fault. I didn't care the chronological order of it, to be honest.
"My lord! Oh, my beloved young lord! Please, tell me what I have done wrong! Don't deny my love for you, my beloved! Is this because I'm not young anymore! Do not fear my lord, I shall show you that I can satisfy you as a lady! Please let me indulge myself in your intoxicating presence! Let me embrace you in my arms! My young Lord, let me serve you! Let me a use for your magnificent self!"
Narcissa Malfoy (nee Black)
- Race: Witch
- Level: 34
- Health: 320
- Willpower: 1320
Statistic Attributes:
- Strength: 29
- Speed: 31
- Mind: 75
- Magic: 132
A pureblood witch, the daughter of Cygnus III and Druella Black; she's the widow of dead Lucius Malfoy, the single young mother Lyra Malfoy, and the so-called proper pureblood lady (i.e: haughty, proud and a snobbish) before she was converted into Asmodian Cult by the group of insane house-elves! There's no reason to stop the MILF's advance! Don't waste your chance, my boy!
Surprisingly, she didn't look like the actress who played her in movie adaptations of Harry Potter series. This Narcissa Malfoy had straight and luxurious midnight coloured hair with a pair of grey eyes. Although she was supposedly in her mid to late thirties, she looked a decade younger with right curves shown by her naked body. She didn't look like Helen McCrory; as a matter of fact, she was closer to Jennifer Connelly who played as Betty Rose in Hulk 2003 — appearance-wise, at least.
And let's don't forget that she was also naked.
Why was she naked? You might ask; the answer was she had been pleasuring herself when I arrived here with Batty and the Imperiused Madam Pomfrey. And speaking of the . . . thing . . . she used to pleasure herself, I had banished it into oblivion as I saw it. It was instinctual reaction more than anything else.
She started wailing when I warded off her bold advance after I barged into her room. When I said 'bold advance', I meant she basically threw herself at me, trying to molest the innocent me. I could sue her to the police for sexual harassment for that but I decided to take care of it with my own two hands. In the end, I stunned and tied her to a chair.
"One after another . . . why the fuck I can't get my well-deserved rest?" I questioned flatly. If there was the target for my question, it must be the fate that liked to toy with my life for her amusement so much. I realized it was a bit overdramatic, but who cares?
I was taken off guard because of her abrupt attack and in my moment of weakness, Narcissa had scored something from me.
She had scored a French kiss and fondled my family's most precious jewel! She had fondled my most important and sacred part. It was also the reason behind my quick reaction in dealing with the sexual assault of the horny witch. That's right. She looked like a horny bitch who I believed had ingested gallons of aphrodisiac for breakfast. What's next? Dumbledore finally acknowledges that he has a crush on me and tries to molest the 'innocent' me? If that really happens, I will murder the old man with a deadpan before I stole his Death Stick
With a heavy sigh that was unsuited for a twelve-year-old boy, I moved from my spot, walking in her direction. I was their grey eyes lit up brightly when they saw me getting closer. I then stopped in front of Narcissa and saw her expression shift into a horny expression. To be honest, it was disturbing and unnerving me, at least, before my Gamer's Mind forced me to be calm and cool like a cucumber.
I had made the Imperiused Hogwarts' mediwitch to diagnose Narcissa and she informed me the same thing she had gotten from Narcissa's own daughter a moment ago. Poppy Pomfrey had detected heavy traces of overdose Loyalty and Love Potions keyed to me.
Madam Pomfrey told me that there was a complication with the Malfoy's mother-daughter pair; it wouldn't be a problem if the potions were ingested normally via the mouth. However, her diagnosis found out somehow the potions had been forced into Lyra and Narcissa bloodstreams via transfusions. It wouldn't be easy to flush the effect of the potions. I correct my statement; it would be nigh-impossible to flush the potions' effects from their system.
There is a reason why Potions are ingested normally via mouth and there was never documented event when Potions were distributed via transfusion. Potions can be categorized as a medicine with mysterious effect with very fast reaction yet, in the end, they are still a medicine. When they are ingested via mouth they will act like ingested medicine and the waste will be driven out by the human digestive system. This means the effect of potion won't be permanent. However, it's different if a medicine is distributed directly to the bloodstream. Usually, it is a delicate process and needs a prescription from doctors because they know the limit. If ones ingest a medicine without doctor's recommendation and overdose themselves, it will be very bad.
I scratched my head as I tried to find a way to fix this mess. I didn't know if there was a way to flush out the effect of the potions in both witches' system without adverse effect on their body and mind. If I send them to St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Malady, it would be basically opening a can full of worms, so to speak. The St Mungo's staff would trace back the keyed target of the loyalty and love potions, which I knew both were considered as a crime to distribute to someone. In the end, it would badly affect me. Since this is the upstanding members of Britain's Magical Society, the Regent Lady and the Heiress of Malfoy House, it was beyond worse.
I couldn't imagine what will happen to me if the Wizengamot finds out a muggleborn —a mere lowly commoner, in other words— has doped both Regent Lady and the Heiress of Malfoy House—no; wait! I could imagine what will happen to me. Either I was going to be thrown into my next great adventure via Veil Express™, get a lovely smooch from the soul-sucking, grotesque abomination called Dementor or be detained in the maximum security cell in Azkaban Spa and Resort. Either one is something which I wished to keep very faraway from me.
I looked around the room as I tried to find a way to fix this whole mess. At that point in time, I saw Batty scuttling nervously in the room. I immediately remembered the reason behind this whole fiasco.
"Batty," I called the house-elf, "Do you know who started this whole mess?"
"Er . . . It was General Barmy and Captain Corny sir!"
"Good, very good," — I couldn't stop myself from smiling belligerently at that, — "Barmy and Corny, yes? I wonder what kind of punishment I'm going to deliver to them. . ."
I then thought a way to punish those two little blighters without killing them while waiting until those two returned from their night raid. In the meantime, I decided to ignore the horny naked witch a few metres away from my position.
—»O«—
"Move! Move!"
Barmy, the proud house-elf of his most magnificent Master Lusty-Bug Sir barked at his squad members.
Following the beret-wearing, machine gun-wielding house-elf's command, four House-elves hurried over.
Tonight, they are targeting one of Death Eaters whose job is the Executor of The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures of
Ministry of Magic; the wizard name is Walden Macnair.
After being informed by the HEBO's snooping department, Barmy and his squad had gotten the detailed information of the poor wizard down to the breathing interval.
Barmy beckoned his squad to stop as they arrived in the edge of the Wards which were protecting their target's home. He then put down his beloved machinegun and searched for something in his satchel. Soon, he took out a Runic Plate that HEBO's Crafty Department had created. A moment later, a house-elf sized hole appeared in the ward without triggering the alarm.
"Now, let's finish this job," said Barmy to his squad mates, "I'm going to execute the bad wizard. Ballsy will kill the heathen house-elf who works for the bad wizard, and the others will liberate anything precious from the bad wizard's house. Try to find the Goblin's bank's key! Any question? No?"
The other House-elves readily agreed to their squad leader's command.
"Then, let's the operation commenced!"
They then proceeded their mission seamlessly.
Ballsy finished his job first for the so-called heathen in their eyes appeared as they stepped in the house; a bullet through the poor house-elf's head which Ballsy shot from his handgun with silencer took his life. Then, Ballsy joined the other to clean their Walden Macnair's wealth while Barmy apparated to his target's bedroom.
"Who? What—?!"
The moment Barmy appeared in the bedroom, Walden Macnair surprisingly woke up with a jolt; the man sensitive instinct to death forced him to wake up as his mortal peril crept closer. Alas, his Protego shield wasn't enough to protect him from countless hot leads shot to him with terminal velocity speed as Barmy unleashed the torrent of hot leads to the Executor.
A loud 'Ratatatatata~' sound echoed in the room as Barmy riddled Walden Macnair's body with holes; the Death Eater's body became horribly mangled and his unrecognized corpse lied on his own pooling blood.
"Target is eliminated," said Barmy after he stopped his machine gun.
The beret-wearing house-elf then sent the mangled corpse into the prepared corpse refrigerator in the main base. He then fixed the bullet-riddled room and cleaned the blood on the floor efficiently. In a span of a few seconds, the room was returned back to its former state, only lacking the sleeping owner whose life had been reaped by the trigger-happy house-elf. He also erased the magical signature that could be traced back to him. After that, Barmy apparated to the lawn and waited for other completing their task.
Less than a minute, Ballsy and the other three had returned from raiding the house clean.
"Another mission is completed seamlessly, our most glorious Master Lusty-Bug sir will be proud of us!"
"ALL HAIL MASTER LUSTY-BUG SIR!"
Barmy nodded, satisfied by the spirit of his brethren. He then said, "Let's return back and have much-needed rest for tomorrow mission!"
"Sir, yes sir!"
The Barmy squad then 'apparated' back to their hidden base, happy and very pleased, unknowing that their Master Lusty-Bug Sir was awaiting their arrival with a menacing smile on his effeminate face.