Seven Devils - Albus !

[salvatore thomas rowle]

i' v e . c o m e. t o. b u r n

---------your kingdom down

This night started like any other for the Rowle family, and as his “sons” had retired to their rooms, Salvatore dismissed his wife, but bayed his daughter stay. His sister, really was more like it, but he had raised her, fed her, made a home for her. And how had she repaid him? She was sleeping with the Middle child of the family that had taken down her own. Her loyalty to the boy was touching, really. But it had to stop. She'd been told to stop it, and she hadn't, not really. So, now? He would take care of it himself. With snake-like finesse, he worked his way from around his desk. He looked down his nose at her, and he lifted his wand before she could get any words out. Wordlessly, he took control of her body, and made her come to him, and they apparated from their place in the warmth of their home to a Graveyard. A right horrible place really, but for the likes of them? This was a historical sight at it's best! As they stood in the graveyard, he stood unmoving as she did what she was controlled to do, and summoned a patronus, a distress call really. It was sent right towards her little boyfriend. He would show her who was boss, and he would show the boy too. It was one thing to have her defy him, but it was something else to have loose ends like this just exposed. It was something he needed to rectify.

He rolled his head as the act was finished. He wasn't overly worried about any sort of altercation though really. He just made sure his sister was still and silent. But, she wasn't for long. She came out of the spell enough to struggle, and he silenced her with another spell, though this one was legal....Legal enough. She was still under his control, but she resisted lightly. He simply tied her up, and left her on the ground. He stood in front of her, and he crossed his arms behind his back. He glanced up at the sky, and wondered if the boy would even have the guts to help his little girlfriend. He would be all the wiser not to. But it would be easier here, be easier for him to be able to make it look like some sort of lover's spat gone wrong, and have one of the Potter's gone, the only one who knew anything. And his darling little sister as well. It would give him enough to go on to get the Potter's at least detained and he could do what he needed to. It would be easy enough, really. And the world would be his, he would not be stupid enough to be eluded by a mere person simply bearing the right name. No, he wasn't as stupid as his father.

He heard the familiar popping sound that came with apparation. He smiled, releasing the grip he had on one of his hands, and he cocked his hips to the side, looking as the...child seemed to be looking at where he was, trying to get his bearings. Tory could have taken him out, but that wouldn't be any fun. ”Well, I guess you got her distress call then? Such a Potter thing to do, come running to the aid of another, even one who has double crossed you? I'm impressed.” He offered no introduction. He didn't need one. The boy knew who he was, and surely, he knew he was in trouble now.

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[albus]

CAN YOU BE MY NIGHTINGALE?
sing to me, i know you're there
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He awoke late in the night, snapping upright and drenched in a cold sweat. Something felt very wrong, but he didn't know what. Albus stumbled out of bed as quietly as he could, quickly slipping into panic mode. His hands and legs were trembling, and he couldn't make it stop. He couldn't even remember the nightmare that had startled him so terribly, but that didn't stop the horror from gripping his body. He entered the lavatory and splashed water on his face, desperately trying to calm down. His heart was thrashing violently against his chest. Why couldn't he shake the feeling that something bad had happened?

For as long as Albus could remember, whenever he had a nightmare, it had always been extreme—especially when he was young. His brother used to give him quite a hard time over it, but Al had been certain that he had grown out of it. Al shook his head, wondering if it was triggered by stress. He definitely hadn't been sleeping well the past couple of days, that much was true. Nevertheless, he managed to calm himself somewhat, and after a few minutes, he was feeling well enough to saunter back to bed.

And that was when he saw it. Glowing and distressed in the reflection of the mirror, Benoite's patronus was standing behind him. Albus whirled around, ears ringing as his ex-girlfriend's plea for help resonated throughout the lavatory. At that moment, it didn't matter that they were fighting, and it didn't matter what sort of blood was coursing through their veins. All that mattered was that Benoite was in trouble, and she needed his help. And no matter how terribly enraged he had been at her, Albus would never abandon his Benoite when she needed him.

Hands trembling, he changed his clothes and threw on his robe—quickly following the patronus outside of the castle. He couldn't make sense of all of the emotions overwhelming him; although he felt a great deal of concern, he was undeniably infuriated. Whoever laid a hand on Benoite was going to pay. Making it off of Hogwarts grounds, Al apparated to the graveyard at Little Hangleton without a second thought. He had disapparated from Hogwarts with such determination that, for the first time ever and without splinching himself, he landed perfectly on his feet.

"Benoite?"

Her name came out of his mouth before he was able to get a grasp on his surroundings. Even as his voice broke, a low hiss could be heard coming from his throat. He didn't see her. Where was she? He knitted his eyebrows together, realizing that he should have never left Benoite alone. What had he been thinking?

He stiffened noticeably as a voice called out to him. Albus narrowed his eyes, glaring over his shoulder as the man commented that his decision was "such a Potter thing to do." He didn't even process the minister's words as he spoke of double crossing. Instead, his sharp green eyes looked to Benoite—bound and crumpled up on the ground behind her disgusting brother. His hand tightened on his wand, and before looking back up at the minister, he gave her a small, reassuring nod. Al would get her out of his clutches—once and for all.

"And I'm going to guess that you're the filthy bastard who did this to her," Albus hissed, gesturing to Benoite. He truly, honestly should have been scared of the man standing before him, but he was too angry to feel fear. "Such a Riddle thing to do. Not quite so impressed. Let her go."

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[salvatore thomas rowle]

i' v e . c o m e. t o. b u r n

---------your kingdom down

Salvatore waited with patience, the boy had a good ways to come after all. It wasn't easy for children to get around as it was for him. That's all they were really, children. Ants in comparison to himself. He'd always hated children. Such pathetic little things, screaming and crying. Nothing ever changed either, no matter how old they got, they remained children up unto the very end. He hated it, hated people. All but his boys, who turned out just like him, and himself. He loved himself very much. Felt no regard for his wife, nor his girl though. She had promise, but ruined it. He have her every chance he could, and it was for naught. See how she repaid him? Hopped in bed with a Potter. With their enemy. And now? She would be so very sorry she did.

From where Benoite lay on the ground, she could see everything. She couldn't struggle or move more than her eyes though. She could hear the crack of Albus showing up, and she wanted to scream for him to go, leave her. It didn't matter, he shouldn't have come. She didn't matter. His life did, and this was a waste of it! PURE WASTE. She wanted so badly to keep struggling, but she wasn't strong enough, Tory was too much. He was the fucking Minister of Magic, he had to be good at something, right? She just watched, as they spoke, exchanging looks. Albus nodded at her, he wasn't running. He was standing up for her. She couldn't not back, just frantically move her eyes, and hope that this didn't end like Tory wanted it to, but if it did have to, she hoped he killed her too, she wasn't going to want to live after this was all over.

Him saying her name was music to her own ears though, it really was. It gave her the strength to struggle a little bit, and recoil as Tory channeled this thoughts, and caused her to curl into herself in pain. She cried out, and was silent again, but the tears running down the sides of her face spoke volumes even without her voice.

Tory looked at her on the ground, and looked back at the Potter boy with his head cocked to the side, ”Seems you coming here now while being just what I planned, is causing her more pain than she was previously in. I hope you're happy.” She said, taking a step to the side to give a better view of his lovely sister. His thoughts once again causing her to cry out. He smiled, kid had guts, he'd give him that. ”Yes, yes it is. And that is part of why I needed to speak to you tonight. We needed to speak to you, isn't that right, Benoite?” He flicked his wrist and threw her between them, face first into the dirt at Albus' feet. ”Up.” He motioned with his and, pulling her to her knees, her face also being lifted to look at Albus. ”On her knees like the little whore she is.” He said with a grin, throwing her into the ground again. Too easy, really.

”So, this little situation we find ourselves in. I fear she told you too much, and now I think, something it going to have to be done about it. I've made my peace with her, and it's time for me to do the same with you. And then, I can find a better place for the both of you, together forever. How sweet young love is, qui?” He said with a false French accent and a jeering tone.

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[albus]

CAN YOU BE MY NIGHTINGALE?
sing to me, i know you're there
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When Benoite suddenly curled into herself, crying out in pain, Albus felt like he had been kicked in the throat. Nothing but a small gasp escaped his lips, but he could feel the venom on the tip of his tongue—burning, screaming. The minister was undeniably powerful, though, and he knew he had to be careful. Nevertheless, it took everything he had within him not to go absolutely ballistic. Nobody was ever allowed to touch Benoite except Albus, and this man had more than crossed the line. As he looked down at Benoite and back up at Al, the middle Potter had never felt more rage in his life.

Just as he was beginning to grasp truly how evil Salvatore was, the minister turned around the conversation and pinned the blame on him. Al curled his fingers into two fight, shaking fists and gritted his teeth together. If the man was attempting to get under his skin, it was working. Albus knew he had caused Benoite plenty of pain already; he had caused himself pain too. But as he stood there in the graveyard, he realized that Benoite, despite her kin, had never been his enemy; it was her disgusting older brother—the shining example of evil in its purest form. Upon that realization, he heard Benoite cry out in pain again.

That was it. That was all it took to cause a long, vicious hiss to crawl up Al's throat. He was unable to stop himself. His vision was blocked by a blurry red haze, and his hands started shaking violently. In the back of his head, he was telling himself not to lose control, but it was simply becoming unavoidable—especially when Salvatore flicked his wrist and threw Benoite between them. He started to run towards her when he realized that the man had her under the imperious spell. After he insulted her and threw her on the ground for the final time, Albus stopped hearing him. He knew very well what the man wanted, but he wasn't going to get it.

Albus leapt forward so that he stood protectively in front of Benoite. "Never,", he hissed, his voice breaking as he raised his wand. "Stupefy!"

[/i] he cried, watching as the whizzing ray of scarlet light shot forward and fully prepared to deflect the spell if it came back their way. Salvatore would never touch Benoite again—not if Albus had anything to do with it.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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