Havoc in a Hamlet
July 1978, very small muggle village in the English countryside
The muggle settlement was small--just a few houses built together in a quiet glen. How long had it been since any conflict had come to this place? Had it ever? Perhaps in the days of Vikings raids, blood had flowed on the dirt pathways. But that would have been a long forgotten terror. These people knew only peace and serenity now.
Tonight was to change that. Dusk had brought black clad brothers to this place. Masked and marked, these men were strangers to this place and to the people here. But one soul who resided in this hamlet was responsible for this visit. There was a mudblood wizard playing at being just another muggle animal living in this place, as if hiding the bastard’s theft of magic excused the crime!
The Dark Lord had sent them here to deliver a message to the wizarding world. No longer would the theft and corruption of magic be tolerated. No longer could the mudbloods play at being equals to those born to noble houses and ancient bloodlines. Change was coming. Justice was spreading across the world. And he would be instrumental in this.
A conduit crafted just for this night was clasped between long fingers. His brother had been given one, as well. They were sister wands, both crafted from cocobolo wood with unicorn heartstring cores. Both fell on the longer end of the spectrum; each was just a bit over a foot in length. They would serve them well here tonight. Cocobolo made for a gorgeous wand. Imported from South America, the dense, fine grained wood was dark and was a stark contrast to his pale hands. Tending towards dark magic, the wood inherently had passion and possessed a purely masculine energy. There could be nothing better to use to make this statement tonight. Rodolphus was immeasurably proud of the wands he had crafted--that pride was only surpassed by his eagerness to make use of his here.
“None are to leave,” he reminded his brother as he lifted his wand to perform an anti-apparition charm over the hamlet, sealing the village against magical transportation. There was no floo connection here. Running would not be enough to escape the Lestranges. Justice would not be eluded. Pulling his silver mask down over his face, Rodolphus smiled. It was good and right what they were here to do today. Examples had to be made. Statements set out for all to see. This was the way change was ensured. This was how the future could be secured for the purist way of life.
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