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Hogwarts - Folklore - Task 3 Write about an attempted murder
Evan Rosier bingo prompt QLFC
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He needed to do this.
There was no question about it.
And it's not like it hadn't crossed his mind before. Learning about the Unforgivables at school had been just the start.
Brewing in his head, for years.
He just needed the perfect opportunity, the perfect moment.
The one who had destroyed his friends, everything he ever loved and himself from having what he wanted.
Regulus was dead.
It was his fault.
It all went back to him, and he wasn't going to stop.
No matter what.
"Evan… you've been staring into space for the whole of breakfast. Are you going to eat?"
His eyes narrow and he shakes his head, continuing to stab his sausage with his fork as he grunts.
"I know you need time, Ev. But don't do anything stupid. Reg wouldn't have wanted that."
"He would have still been alive if he hadn't let him get inside his head," his voice was a harsh whisper, as he turned to his friend. "I'm going to do what I have to do, Barty."
Evan's heart clenched at the sadness in Barty's eyes. He could read the emotions clear as day, disappointment, want… care and sadness clouding his eyes all at once and it was so strong that Evan had to look away again. His well-crafted mask nearly falters from seeing him like that.
But nothing was going to change his mind.
"I need you, Ev." Barty places a hand on Evan's thigh and electricity runs through him at the single touch.
Well… if anything could have change his mind… this would be it.
His breath hitched, allowing the touch to last longer than he should have, before moving Barty's hand away from his thigh and shoving the rest of his breakfast in his mouth. His attention turned back to the old man leaving – and that's his cue.
He gives Barty one last, longing look before leaving without another word.
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Climbing the stairs to the office, Evan's mind was clear as it had been in literally years. He knew what he had to do. And if this destroyed the rest of his life, then fine. So be it.
It were like the old fool knew he was coming.
The door opened with a creek. He got his wand out from his pocket the moment he spotted Professor Dumbledore, who was standing, looking at the phoenix. He glares, facial expression neutral as he steps towards him.
"Hello, Mr Rosier. It's a fine morning, is it not?"
"No, Professor," Evan replied, his voice so ferocious it was almost unrecognisable.
He was breathing heavily at this point, his hand gripping tighter onto his wand, which was still stretched out. He didn't need the chitchat, he just needed to get this done.
"Have you ever seen a phoenix up close before, Mr Rosier? Do you know what they symbolise?"
He could kill him. Just from the sound of his voice alone.
His muscles tense, breathless with anger, overwhelmed by his thoughts.
Kill him. Shut him up.
He stepped forward.
"Turn around and face me," he shouted finally, his eyes clouding with frustration and sadness all at once.
The fool doesn't turn around, though. And that riled him up even more.
"The phoenix means a lot of things in different languages, Mr Rosier. But in mythology, the bird symbolises that there is life after death."
"Why are you telling me this?" Evan questioned impatiently. "You're the reason he's dead! This is all your fault! I'm going to kill you!"
He is. He really is.
This got the old man to turn around, his eyebrows raised, stepping closer to him with an understanding expression on his face.
This makes Evan's jaw tighten and his wand arm raises, about to utter the two words before anything else could be said, when the stupid old bird bursts into flames. Was he supposed to be impressed?
"I believe, Mr Rosier, that you are not going to be doing anything of the sort."
"Oh yeah?" Evan replied, totally pissed off. "What makes you think that?"
But then the bird caught his eye and he gasped as it's born again.
"Beautiful creature, isn't it?" Professor Dumbledore says softly. "Mr Black will always be with you if you look to the stars. But there's someone here who needs you and if you continue with your mission…"
Evan's eyes start to water and he swallows a dry lump in his throat.
His arm lowers.
The professor was about to say more when they heard heavy footsteps that were getting louder and louder and a worried voice preceding them. "Ev, please! Don't…"
It was Barty and he couldn't help but turn around and give him a smile as Barty runs to hold him and wrapped his arms around his waist, tightly, holding him like he was the whole world.
"It's okay, Barty," he muttered, holding him with the same amount of tightness and need. "I didn't do anything. I need you too."