Figured I would take a slight step out of my comfort zone and try my take at a Harry Potter fanfiction. The characters Colton Burnthal, his parents Nathan and Leane, Darin Lanister, and a future third OC all belong to me. Hope you guys enjoy it!
BornVillain5150 Presents….
Harry Potter and the Memoirs of a Murderer
The houses around Grimmauld Place were always quiet at night. Darin Lannister knew this well. But for as often as he walked the streets, this particular night felt disturbingly off for the Ministry's residential Death Eater hunter.
Though many within the Auror office both teased and attributed his bad temper to the fact that he was friends with americans. But they all knew better. Even Darin himself knew better that his paranoia and temper would be his greatest curse.
Unfortunately, Darin's feelings at how odd the night felt were justified when he noticed black clouds swirling in the night sky. Darin knew those shadows all too well. After all, even four years after the fall of Lord Voldemort.
"Fuckin buggers…" Darin grumbled as he pulled out his wand, and ran after them. Luckily for him, he did not have to go far as they flew right through the chimney of 42 Grimmauld Place. The only problem was that said house was also the home of his best friend, and fellow Ministry employee, Nathan Burnthal, and his wife Lenae.
"Great. Confringo!" Darin shouted as he aimed his wand at the door and blasted it into smithereens. Stomping into the living room, he found three death eaters standing before him, while Nathan and Lenae had their wands out and trained on them as well.
To Darin's left was Corbin Yaxley, and to the surprise of no one, he looked even worse than he did during the second war. His normally bright blonde hair looked gray, and receding. His eyes looked cold, and his cheeks sunken in much worse than even Bellatrix when she got out of Azkaban. He looked as though he had been dead since the Battle of Hogwarts.
In the middle stood Walden Mcnair, one of Voldemort's earliest death eaters, and to Darin's shock, still somehow alive. He still had the same floppy haircut and disgusted facial expression, the only new feature being that he looked like he had been bathing in mud for several weeks.
The final death eater in the room was none other than Antonin Dolohov, and he looked like the worst of the three. His head was completely shaved, and his normally pale face was ghost white. He looked thin, no longer looking as burly as he did during the second war. As usual, he looked aggravated, which proved to Darin that nothing had changed in the four years since the final fall of Lord Voldemort.
"Yaxley, Mcnair and Dolohov. It's been awhile…you all look like shit," Darin said as he aimed his wand at Dolohov.
"Likewise, Lannister. And you still sound like another Ministry cunt," Antonin retorted.
"Still upset I made you look like a numpty at Hogwarts?" Nathan jeered at Mcnair, who scowled.
"Americans…." he whispered in disgust.
"The hell do you want? We haven't done anything to you or the Death Eaters since the end of the war," Lenae shouted as she aimed her wand high at Yaxley, who scoffed smugly.
"You were responsible for the fall of the Dark Lord. We are simply continuing his mission by eliminating his enemies…you included," Corbin scowled. Nathan's grip tightened around his wand as he glared at Yaxley. Darin however, did not take his eyes off of Antonin.
"I'm gonna take you in…this all ends now," Darin said, his own blackthorn wand aimed at the infamous Death Eater as if he was aiming a gun.
"You wish to 'run it back' as they say in America?" Dolohov taunted. Mcnair chuckled, Darin on the other hand said nothing.
"Kill them!" Yaxley shouted.
"Stupefy!" Nathan shouted as he fired the stunning spell at Mcnair, who smugly blocked the spell as attempted his own disarming spell at Lenae, who in turn blocked the spell. Mcnair and Dolohov then engaged in a duel with the Burnthal's as they shot spells at each other across the house. Yaxley on the other hand, engaged Darin, the two trading shots and spells left and right.
Darin easily evaded and used the blocking spell against Yaxley, who began to wear himself out as the younger Lannister forced him to waste all of his energy.
"You've lost your magic Yaxley….just another old man now," Darin taunted. Corbin's face was full of fury.
"You will never stop the Death Eaters from completing the Dark Lord's mission!" He shouted. Darin's smirk quickly faded.
"Even if we fail, you won't be on the streets long enough to see it through, which it definitely won't," Darin said smugly. Corbin spat at him.
"Piss off," he jeered. Darin aimed his wand at his opponent's own.
"You first, asshole. Expelliarmus!" Darin shouted loud and viciously as his Yaxley did not react in time as his wand flew out his hand and landed harmlessly on the carpet. As fast as a broomstick, Darin ran towards Corbin, grabbed him by the throat and slammed his head straight through the wall. The drywall burst open upon impact with Yaxley's skull, slumping him with his whole head embedded into the wall. Darin cracked his knuckles with disgust.
"Cunt," he scoffed. His attention on Yaxley was broken when he heard Lenae shout out the stunning spell, sending Mcnair crashing down the stairs in a heap of blood, and chipped pieces of wood from the railing, though unfortunately that was followed by Lenae screaming for a brief second, until it stopped just as fast.
"Darin! Gimme a hand with this asshole! He knocked out Lenae!" Nathan barked. Darin darted up the stairs and prepared to engage Antonin, who had Nathan on the defensive fast, and Lenae not far behind him knocked out in what would have been their son Colton's empty room. Darin did not blink as he began firing spells at Dolohov to send him on the defensive. Despite it being two on one, it felt more like an even fight as Antonin had not lost a step in dueling.
"You two are pathetic. You have got nothing on me," he taunted, easily deflecting another one of Nathan's spells.
"Then explain how you got trumped by Flitwick four years ago," Darin spat. This in turn sent Dolohov into a frenzy, furiously firing spells at Darin, allowing Nathan to capitalize and attempt a disarming spell, but the dangerous Death Eater was too quick, blocking the spell before avoiding another stunning spell from Darin.
The back and forth battle continued until, out of nowhere, Antonin's coat was set ablaze. Panicking, Dolohov attempted to remove his coat while trying to fight back, but it was no use as Nathan drop kicked him down the stairs. Dolohov removed his coat and furiously aimed his wand again as soon as he was able to stand, his face red and sweaty.
"You filthy blood traitors, I…."
"Confundo!" Nathan barked, the charm hitting Antonin square in the face, sending his mind straight into a haze. Darin was quick, superman punching him out cold, sending him face first into Mcnair's unconscious stomach. As soon as both men realized their enemies were out cold, they both stood in the Burnthal's now battered living room, panting and their clothes tattered.
"That was a wakeup call I definitely did not need," Nathan grumbled.
"The Auror's will be here any minute. They're gonna have a field day with this one," Darin said as he scratched his head. "You're lucky I was in the area and saw these blokes flying in the air."
"Yeah…thanks for showing up. Now I owe you a drink," Nathan snickered. Darin shrugged him off.
"Don't worry about it," he replied.
"Speaking of which, was that you who conjured that fire spell on his coat?" Nathan asked. Darin frowned.
"Uh…no?" He said.
"Then who did…" Nathan was broken up by the sound of glass smashing in the kitchen, followed by what sounded like raspy breathing.
Nathan and Darin charged into the kitchen, and to their horror, Fenrir Greyback was standing there, long though thought dead after the Battle of Hogwarts, but very much alive, and standing in the Burnthal's kitchen.
"You've got to be kidding me," Nathan gasped. Fenrir smirked.
"Smelling your fear did not take long Burnthal…" he rasped, licking his bloodstained teeth.
"So things really have not changed. You still eating kids?" Darin spat as he aimed his wand at Fenrir, who meekly shrugged.
"Just influencing them to hate wizards and witches as usual. And in the case of tonight, I was the backup plan in case those three somehow couldn't kill the husband and wife first," Fenrir snarled. He looked as evil as ever, if slightly thinner, possibly from not eating anybody in a while. Even then, the wolf man of the wizarding world still looked just as terrifying.
"You stay the fuck away from my wife you bastard!" Nathan shouted as he aimed his wand at Fenrir. Darin took one look at his best friend, and he knew the murderous look in his eye meant only one thing.
"Nathan, NO!" Darin shouted.
"Avada…." Nathan's killing curse attempt would not be completed as Fenrir charged headfirst into the duo like an angry linebacker, sending them both careening back into the living room. Like a moth to a flame, Fenrir flew on top of Nathan, his teeth barred.
"Looks like you will be the first to suffer…" Fenrir drooled as he leaned in for a bite.
"Hey choom!" A young voice shouted from the staircase. Fenrir, and Darin both looked, and saw Colton standing there, his eyes cold, wand in hand and not moving as it was aimed right at Fenrir.
"Ah….the young Colton Burnthal. You look just like your old man," Fenrir breathed. Darin struggled to his feet, both in terror and in shock.
"What the hell are you doing?!" He shouted. Colton said nothing.
"Pleasure meeting you, Greyback. Ya look starved, choom," Colton said calmly, still keeping his Cedar wand trained on the murderous wolf.
"Heh heh…not for long boy. You would make a fine addition to my army, lets see how you fare amongst the rest of them!" Fenrir growled.
"Not this time," Colton snarled back as the tip of his wand glowed a distinct shade of blue. Both Nathan and Darin knew what curse he was about to fire.
"Colton god damnit!" Nathan shouted.
"No!" Darin shrieked. But it was all in vain when Colton said the words.
"Imperio."