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The quiet Wiltshire road was disturbed by the loud crack As Toby Antsy apparated, he was in his mid-twenties, having left a school a few years ago. His parents had been half-bloods, but his Dad was pure probably. He’d been orphaned during the First War growing up with his uncle. His uncle was dead now. Toby had joined the snatchers during the war, he had fought in the battle of Hogwarts and survived. They won, they should have won, but the other side they cheated. They lured people away and made them turn against him. The Dark Lord, the true ruler of them all. Toby leaned against the fence. He almost blended in with his dark robes, he’d have been mistaken for a skinhead at first glance. Until you looked closely at his tattoos, they were dark magic, hexes burned proudly into his skin. Crude symbols and words, all of which held up his beliefs. The biggest tattoo was on the back of his head a snake engulfing a skull, a distinct lightning-shaped crack down its centre.
There was another crack, and this young man had his face pained with black paint, making his eyes look darkened and hollowed out. Toby had seen him at meetings before. Although he didn’t know him by name, just that he had a habit of assaulting mud bloods if given the chance to be alone with them.
Other members all dressed in black robes joined the large group that was now massing on the dirt road. Clouds of dust are being kicked up. Upon their arrival.
“Do we even know we can get through the gates” One man muttered in a Brummie accent. He apparently went by the moniker of Blud.
“Aye. This could be a bloody waste of time” Another who called himself Forge in a thick Scottish accent agreed.
Toby hadn’t decided on his moniker yet, he was thinking Skull. Or Bloodless.
There was a final crack and a figure dressed like the others except for his top hat and ceramic white mask passed through the crowd. “Thank you for being all so prompt” Their leader was known only as The Gentleman.
Toby pulled out a white ceramic mask, it had the features of a white, blond male. Handsome albeit generic. Better looking than Toby. Toby tied his own similar mask on until it pressed against his face. He looked up towards The Gentleman.
“We are here to prove to those who act like things haven’t changed. That those who betrayed the Dark Lord's ideals for their own ends. Will pay the price. We are his true successors”
Toby bellowed with all of his might. Tarting up an enormous cheer.
“Brothers. Today we begin, today we remind the Purebloods what they turned their back on. Kill everyone. No one will be spared, today will send a message to the whole of the wizarding world. My brothers in arms, we will complete what the Dark Lord Started.”
Toby watched enraptured as he led the group down the road. They marched, their voices reaching hushed whispers. A pair of iron gates greeted them.
“The wards are down. They believe themselves above reproach. It will be their downfall.”
They began passing through the gates, Toby held his head high and walked through. A long driveway stretched out with high hedgerows on either side. The gravel crunched under their feet, as they marched toward the impressive manor house. Lanterns hung on the end of poles that leaned over the drive. It was almost beautiful. Almost.
“Everyone spread out, do not unveil until my signal” Toby followed one group that went the long way around the manor. He kept his hand gripped tightly on his wand, and many of the group split off into the hedgerows. Wanting to surprise the wedding.
Toby crept slowly among the shadows, hugging the wall of the manor. Taking furtive glances into the house. Most of the rooms were dark and empty, and from the noise, most people were obviously out on the back patio. Except in one room, the light lit up the gravel and Toby pressed himself against the wall. Trying to catch who was inside. Three figures, one Toby recognised 'Draco Malfoy' a former death eater who had betrayed Voldemort.
“Draco stop looking so maudlin, it’s your wedding day.”
“Theo. We both know this wedding is hardly my choice. It’s just what’s best.”
“Because you rather ride a broomstick?”
“Don’t be crude Blaise. Draco hasn’t ridden a thing, he just thinks about too much.”
“Pureblood bottoms, such a waste” Blaise chuckled. “I say you run.”
Toby tightened as the light was blocked out by a figure at the window. “Astoria needs this much as I do. She is suffering from a blood curse. I doubt we’ll be able to consummate let alone conceive an heir.”
“No wonder she has a deathly complexion” Blaise offered. "I suppose it's better than her sister who's blown up like a balloon. I'd rather be dead than fat."
“That’s inappropriate” Theodore answered. “Draco would you like me to add something to the tea. Your hands are shaking like mad.”
“I finished the tea” Draco answered, “there’s…. a grim at the bottom of my cup.”
“Draco. You have all people should be more rational than believe in that nonsense” Blaise offered. “You’re hardly Harry Potter.”
“Perhaps you’re right. We better get this going. The bride is allowed to be late, but the groom should be nothing but prompt” Draco admitted.
Toby heard the sound of a door opening, and the light reflected onto the gravel turned to darkness. He sighed and slowly inched forward catching a glimpse of the now empty and darkened room. Toby crept forward following the wall along. He stopped as he felt a doorway, he tugged on the handle and was surprised when it opened outward, with only a slight creek.
“Good brother” The Gentleman’s hand on his shoulder.
Toby felt proud as The Gentleman swept past him, flashes of green reflecting out of the kitchen window. As Toby walked in, the catering staff now lay dead on the floor. A stillness rapidly took over the room.
“Come. It’s time we make an entrance” The Gentleman smiled.
They walked through the sitting room, the doors were shut and outside Toby could see the bride and the groom Draco standing facing each other, the gentleman stepped toward the door.
“Wait…” Toby stuttered.
The gentleman’s head turned toward him, cocked to the left.
“I just thought you might want to make an entrance,” Toby said quietly.
“-speak now or forever hold your peace.”
“Go” Toby grinned.
The Gentleman opened the doors with a flourish, “Good Evening but I do apologise for interrupting the festivities. But unfortunately, traitors don’t get happy endings” He announced and without missing a beat “Avada Kadava”
A green flash, the bride crumpled. Draco caught her. The gentleman stepped over her, “I wouldn’t panic. We outnumber you. I suggest you let us kill you.”
Toby watched as chaos erupted, the other brothers began to step out of hedges, and people began to die. Wands were drawn, and a blonde woman who Toby realised was Narcissa Malfoy cast a blue wispy spell that flew off into the darkness.
Toby grabbed the back of the head of Draco and pressed his wand against his neck. “Traitor” He hissed in his ear. “Crucio.”
Draco screamed, as he tightly held his dead bride. Toby started to consider burning him alive. Disfiguring him before he killed him.
“Flipendo”
Toby was thrown backwards, and he hit a glass window, the glass shattering as he landed on the hard floor on the other side. His wand was in his hand. “Episky” he hissed, and he felt his wounds repairing. Unsteadily he heaved himself to his feet. He felt his pocket and pulled out a vial he uncorked it. A bubble of thick red blood floated from the groom until it filled his tube.
He wanted souvenirs of each of his kills. He would kill the groom.
Toby used the now broken door as cover as he peered out.
There was a sudden crack followed by four more in quick succession. Standing there wand outstretched was Harry Potter. Flanked by Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Viktor Krum and another toby didn't recognise.
Toby hated that he was slightly impressed by him. How effortlessly he communicated with his friends. How they paired off, and yet Harry stood open and alone. Confident
Toby watched studying the way he deflected spells, how Toby’s brothers fell to the ground bound with curses.
“Difindo Maxima” Toby cast and Harry groaned crumpling slightly. Vocare Sanguinem” he held open a vial from his pocket and sure enough Harry Potter’s blood floated towards him.
He was giddy at the possibilities. He moved through the manor, attacking all of Harry's friends, even the traitorous Draco. Desperate to make them bleed for ruining their plan. His vials filled and he felt them jingling in his pocket. “Suffer. Suffer like the traitors. They barely seemed to notice.
“There’s someone in the house” Draco rasped. “He’s taking potshots.”
“I’ll get him,” Harry said firmly.
Toby tensed up, it was now or never.
He stepped out from his spot, “Avarda Kadavra.”
Three things happened in quick succession. Draco threw himself in front of Harry. So the killing curse would strike him. Then Lucius Malfoy stood up and shoved both away as the spell hit him in the back. His body arched and he hit the ground with a dead thump.
“Dad?” Draco said voice shaking.
“No!” Toby bellowed angrily. He threw a hex at Harry, who was catching his breath. Harry screamed as blood violently exploded out of his chest.
Toby noticed that the remaining guests were staring at him. The survivors. He ran, like a coward. Sprinting back through the house and apparated as soon as he could. He kept doing it until he sent himself to the meetup point.
No one came.
No one survived.
Not even the Gentleman.
But Toby had survived and he had their blood. He pulled out the vials and stared at them. He began to think of all the dark possibilities. Revenge could take many forms.
That would be his nickname, ‘The Blood Letter.’ And he would make Harry Potter pay for what he did to his brotherhood.