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“I am your devil, I am your god, I am your alpha and omega, through me you will learn fear”
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Raven watched the man kill himself, but did not take any pleasure from it. Too boring for her liking too...sentimental. The stupid man loved the slut that was still writhing on the ground. With a flick of her wand she ended the spell that was tormenting Buffy. It all bored her.

She had been in love once before a long long time ago. But it had ended in pain and torment, he had – quite literally- driven a sword through her heart. Well through her doppelganger's heart, but that was besides the point. The man would have killed her if given the chance. But she'd never given him the chance. He was dead to her the moment the claymore had pierced her doppelganger's chest.

Raven captured him not long after she witnessed him attempting to kill her and had slaughtered him in the most greusome way she could think of at the time. Which involved slicing a small opening into his belly, grabbing his lower intestines and slowly pulling his entire gastrointestinal tract out of his body until it bored her. Then she left him to scream in a soundproofed from as he suffered from a slow and painful death. In that room she had abandoned her former self, a kind socialite, in the favour of many, in the hearts of many more.

“ Consider this a favour, child,” She said after taking a deep breath and standing up to her full regal height, “ This man was leading you down a dangerous path of self destruction. Should you choose to save yourself you need only think of me there with you and I will come to take you away from all this and give you power beyond your wildest dreamings.” With that Raven turned back into her panther form and ran to where she sensed Ferreus.

She closed her eyes as she ran and was enjoying the sense of freedom when she felt something tackle into her from the side, knocking her off balance. Raven roared as she fell and turned back into her human form. She barely had time to roll to the side before a sword struck the ground next to her head.
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““There is no good and evil, there is only power... and those too weak to seek it.”
FirstYear Slytherin Student: SaLevera Sykes



Levera crashed into the Panther with a battle cry, Karakatsuri drawn and singing for blood. She rolled to her feet as Raven turned back into her panther form. Levera screamed and jammed her sword right for the woman's head. Raven dodge just in time, her eyes widening at the sword next to her head.

“ FLIPPENDO!” Levera shouted, flicking her wand at the ebony one next to Raven. The wand flew halfway down the street.

“ YOU b***h!” Raven shrieked, “ I will torture you until you beg for death and then I won't even grant you that. You don't deserve my brother!”

Levera laughed and stomped her booted foot onto Raven's chest, grinding it down and grinning when she heard the satisfying crack of ribs breaking. “ You're powerless without your wand, lady, and I am in my element.” A crazed bloolust infected Levera's green eyes as she allowed Raven to throw her off.

Levera stumbled back a few feet, but she wasn't really off balance. She watched Raven roll to her feet and grip her rib cage. Raven bolted for her wand, but Levera was faster, throwing her sword so it slashed into Raven's back, cutting deep into the flesh and causing Raven to fall to her knees. Levera sprinted forward to pick up her fallen sword, but Raven grabbed her ankle, pulling Levera down so she slammed on her stomach.

Levera took a deep breath and kicked out, the rubber encased steel that was the heel of her boot impacted hard against Raven's jaw, Levera thought she heard the harsh click of a jaw dislocating, but didn't have time to check, she was more interested in freeing her ankle and jumping to her feet.

Levera whipped around in time to see Raven tackle her, she twisted her body so that Raven hit the ground before her. Levera growled and grabbed Raven's hair so she could slam the woman's head into the cobblestone. The bloodlust was so powerful in Levera that she didn't notice Raven reaching for the ebony wand on the street next to them.


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“Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing. Use the pain as fuel, as a reminder of your strength.”

Mara Helcynth, MoM Department of Magical Law Enforment, Auror

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Mara ran towards where the black haired student and the evil woman were fighting. The stupid girl didn't seem to have the sense to stay down and not fight something far more powerful than her. Mara breathed hard, lungs screaming from all the sprinting she had been doing today.

Then she saw the student slamming the woman's head into the ground, and then she noticed the woman reaching for her wand and she knew that the student was in grave danger. Mara picked up her pace and managed to leap, shoving Levera to the side as she heard the evil woman hiss, “ Avada Kedavra” Mara was dead before she hit the ground.

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“Crime is terribly revealing. Try and vary your methods as you will, your tastes, your habits, your attitude of mind, and your soul is revealed by your actions.”



“I am your devil, I am your god, I am your alpha and omega, through me you will learn fear”
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Raven screamed as she saw that her spell had hit the wrong person. She stumbled to her feet and glared at the young b***h who had stolen Ferreus's attention, had broken Raven's perfect body and then had evaded her killing curse.

Raven started to raise her wand again, but Ferreus's voice invaded her head. Leave the girl, come to me.

Raven screamed again in frustration before she obeyed her brother and apparated out of the streets.

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““There is no good and evil, there is only power... and those too weak to seek it.”

Nott had snuck back through the streets, keeping to the shadows as he watched the evil wizard set fire to Hogsmeade. Sneaking back to the alley that he had entered only an hour before, he slipped up to Fenniwick's shop. The front door was left hanging open and Nott slipped through it. He had spotted the woman and the quiet man in the streets, but he didn't see the leader. He was sure that they had all left, but still tried to be as stealthy as possible.

Up the stairs, through the cluttered rooms, he finally made his way back to the room that housed the chest. The door was ajar and creaked as he pushed it open. The spell was almost unbearable. All of the dead bodies had came out of the chest as well and littered the room. Looking around, he turned to the corner behind the door and saw Fenniwick, his chest moving shallowly. And over him stood Christian McNair.

Nott swallowed hard as he read a dark, dangerous glare from his father's eyes. The man stepped forward and Nott stepped back. He wanted to gush to his father about how he understood that he didn't have a choice, he had to act like he was on their side to survive. That the torture of Fenniwick was a necessity to show his commitment and devotion, but now that he was out, he had crucial intelligence and they could defeat the dark wizards. But his father said none of these things. Nott said none of these things. He knew better.

His father was furious, the color high in his cheeks. His wand was still in his hand and his eyes trained in his son. "How dare you disgrace me? You did so well to release the Tribunal, but then you ran off with that Half-Blood. What did you do, summon the Aurors? Son, or no, I will curse you until-"

"Dad! I didn't summon Aurors. I swear!" Nott was gaping at his father. Christian McNair was like a man transformed. This was his opportunity to regain power and prestige. Nott could see the anger and determination in his father's face, but he couldn't believe it. "Dad, are you really..."

Christian McNair stood tall and ferociously lean. "I AM a dark wizard. I served Lord Voldemort at the beginning of his reign as a Death Eater as did the rest of my family. But, when they were all slaughtered, I fell into a depression. And entered a shameful part of my life where I denied who I was, who my family was and our true nature. But now, now I can hold my head up again. I am the first member of the Malavei. I have a position of honor." His gaze narrowed. "And you will NOT shame me."

"That dirty, little Half-Blood will die before I catch you shaming me with her."

Nott's blood ran cold and all of the emotion drained from his face. Charlotte was still not out of danger. Leaving his face devoid of all emotion and his voice bland and flat. "The little witch ran off as soon as we came through the chest. I chased after her so she could raise alarm. But she lost me in the back alleys. I would never betray you."

Christian appraised his son, his mouth still firmly set. "You had better not. This is a proud moment for our family, my son. I want to believe that you will be at my side but I fear that your mother may have poisoned you against me. So, to be sure, know this. If I ever catch you betraying me or the Tribunal to anyone, your mother or otherwise, Euchadessa will die. If I catch you associating with those lower than yourself, like that dirty little Half-blood, or those that would oppose us, I will make YOU kill them. Do you understand?"

Nott's mind reeled, looking at the possibilities and trying to find a way around the ultimatum and still wondering if his father really was as dark as he was acting. While Nott was still racing to catch up and respond, his father turned toward Fenniwick lying on the ground, just starting to come back to awareness enough to twitch and groan. With a cold, even face and a sure hand, his wand whipped. "Avada Kedavra!" and the old, defenseless man slumped flat to the floor.

Nott felt vomit rising in his throat at the witnessed atrocity. But he managed to turn and take a deep breath, steadying his nerves. When Christian McNair turned, his son's face was blank and emotionless. "I understand completely, father. I would never want to disappoint you or the Tribunal."

His father smiled and turned, leading the way out of the shop and to the edge of town. They met up with the Tribunal and, by Apparition, led them proudly back to their estate which Christian McNair offered freely to them.

Nott now had no real father, a mother he couldn't confide in, friends he couldn't see and a cause that went against everything that he was. But his face stayed steady and blank, and a vacuum built inside him where he locked all of those things away. As he swore to serve the Tribunal fully and Ferreus gave him a skeptical look, Nott smiled with cold pride.

Joaquin burst back onto the street and headed further down the street. The fires here had already been put out by his sister thankfully. He can upon another body and dropped beside the woman. No pulse. He closed the woman's eyes and dragged her body up the street to where he had left Roland's body. Hardening his heart, he headed back onto the street where he came upon a third body. Dropping to his knee again and fearing the worst, he checked for a pulse. She was still alive! Thank the gods, I'd hate to have to see a child buried, he thought to himself and scooped the girl into his arms. She's got to be, what, a first year? he thought to himself as he carried her back to the Hog's Head.