Chapter 150: Trolls Eye, Best Allies (2/2)
The rusted sword descended on the defenseless leader, and the moment the illusion met his corporal body, the troll's shoulder was shredded; it wasn't deep, but neither was it a shallow cut due to the tough troll skin. It was enough to send the leader into panic and shock. He grabbed his shoulder and raised his club for defense, but Quinn had already anticipated the actions.
'Can't let him rest, need to keep attacking,' thought Quinn and prepared a strong Depulso —it wasn't a duo or maxima— Quinn never used those versions, they used language to gain the extra power, and he never used any words while casting magic. His ”spells” resulted from his pure understanding of the magic and transcended the limit of chant-triggered magic. Even though he called it Depulso, it was at its essence a push spell whose upper power limit was decided upon Quinn's understanding and the amount of magic he put in.
The illusion raised his foot and kicked the troll, and simultaneously the Depulso-replication made contact, sending the leader to the floor.
”Wu-argh!” grunted the leader in pain and surprise.
”WARGH!” roared the illusion and raised his sword in a reverse grip, moving in for a stab.
The leader was a tough and brawling-adept troll as he rolled aside to avoid the sword, causing the ground where he was just before to be ravaged by Quinn's magic.
'Tch, he dodged,' thought Quinn clicking his tongue, 'but... your opponent isn't a real troll; he is an illusion' A savage smile appeared on Quinn's face as he finished his thoughts, 'he can move faster.'
The illusion pulled out the heavy sword, which probably would have weighed a lot if real, out of the ground with an unnaturally swift speed and brought it up slashed down again. The experienced leader, with a mind only for brawling, sent out a kick, tried to sweep the illusion's legs.
Quinn scrunched up his face and made his illusion jump to avoid the sweep. He couldn't have the leader land even a single hit, which would take away the illusion; he could control his movement, but not the leaders'.
The illusion kicked the leader once in the shoulder, worsening the injury getting a howl from the leader. Quinn's troll took the chance and placed his foot on the leader's chest, holding him down.
'I won't kill you, but I can't have you interfering with me,' thought Quinn, 'I'm sorry... really, really sorry.'
The sword was raised and slashed across the leader's eyes, spurting blood, causing howls, effectively blinding the leader, taking away his only gift.
”RaaRgH!” screamed the leader, clutching his eyes.
Quinn's troll stepped back and grunted and roared at the smallest of the trolls among the troll horde. In a show of compassion and apology, Quinn ordered them to take care of the leader. Three smaller trolls lifted the leader up and took him away from the clearing into the darkness. The mournful screams eventually subsided, leaving Quinn alone with the remaining troll.
The illusion walked away without saying a word to the others, stepping out of the clearing. And in darkness, Quinn erased the illusion and decided to end the day with this.
'Next time, I will move on,' he decided, walking away from the forest troll inhabitants living in the Forbidden Forest.
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Barty Crouch Sr. returned to his home after a busy day at the Ministry. He removed his coat and hat and hung them on the hangers, his eyes looking slightly confused and uncomfortable as he placed his hat on the hook; the man wasn't used to this particular action.
”Is work getting me?” he sighed, ”Is my age getting to me? To think I would be tired just with this. This much was nothing in the old days.”
He chuckled in derision at his current situation. From the prestigious position of DMLE Head to the Head of International Relations... how far he had fallen.
”All because my son decided that it was fine to join a Dark Lord,” he sighed, and for a brief painful moment, the thought of his late wife flashed through his mind. ”I should check on how that idiot son of mine is doing.”
With his wand in hand, Crouch Sr. walked towards his son's room. He didn't know that Barty Jr. needed a new layer of Imperius cast on him. But as he reached the staircase that led to his son's room, the father noticed that a room not used in the house had light coming from inside. Confused with this sight, Barty Sr. removed his foot from the stair-step and walked towards the door with light across the edges.
The owner's hand reached the doorknob, but before he could grab it, Barty Sr.'s eyes glazed over; he withdrew his hand and stood still in his spot with a blank look. Within seconds, clarity returned to Barty Sr.'s eyes as he turned away from the room and the section of the house.
”He will be fine. No need to worry,” he said, sighing, ”I need to fix myself a drink.”
But as he walked away, Barty Sr. turned his head back to look at the door, his eyes shaking as if struggling against something, before he glazed over once again and became calm as if the tremor had been a lie.
Inside the room left behind, still with light leaking through the gaps, sat two people; one thin and short with rat-like features while the other a wrinkled and hideous baby.
”Wormtail, any news from Barty?” asked the ugly baby.
”Yes, master,” answered the calm man, matching eye with the ugly baby he called master. ”Barty says that the boy has been made aware of the dragons awaiting him for the first task. Rubeus Hagrid took the boy and showed him the dragons.”
”I see; what do you think of the boy, Wormtail?”
”I wouldn't know, master. The last time I saw Harry was when he was a year old; after that, I haven't had much contact with the Potter family,” said Peter Pettigrew, ”but from what I've heard, he's like James. If that's true, then Harry Potter is brash, reckless, and popular, but I'm sure Lily must've given something of hers to the boy.”
Babymort stared at the follower who had brought him back with a cold gaze. His followers in his presence showed various behaviors; worship, fear, happiness, nervousness, servitude, and all other kinds of emotions, but he never had seen calm indifference as he saw now.
”Tell me, Wormtail, why did you seek me in Albania?”
Peter glanced up from the internal Ministry memos provided by the Imperius-ed Barty Sr. ”The ruin of the Potters and their compatriots master. That's the reason I returned instead of leaving my previous life behind.”
”... Meaning that you didn't find me for my sake. That's something dangerous to admit, don't you think Wormtail?”
”No reason to lie now, master. You already went through my mind after we got you this body. Neither you nor I gain anything from me lying about my motives. Not that it matters, the destruction of Potters is my main goal, and for you, it's a crucial step for your return to the crown of the wizarding world.”
”What after that Wormtail? What after I do kill the boy and with him Dumbledores' little annoying group? What are going you going to do then?”
”Sometimes to achieve something, we have to lose something else,” answered Peter looking at the burning fireplace, ”as much as I would like to finally rest at the end of the Potters, I doubt you would allow that. So, servitude in return for my revenge that is the current plan.”
”What makes you think I won't kill you when I'm done with you, Wormtail?”
Wormatil chuckled, an absolutely fake and dull chuckle as if the man had forgotten what it was like to laugh, causing Babymort's eyes to narrow a fraction.
”I don't know what the future holds or what are your plans for me, master. Currently, I simply yearn to see the lifeless eyes of James, Sirius, and Remus. Ask me the same question on that day; maybe I will have an answer then.”
”You're playing a dangerous game,” said Babymort in his squeaky voice.
”The moment I turned up at your doorstep all those years ago, I was already part of the game, master. It's just now I'm finally playing to my fullest,” responded Peter removing his eyes from the fireplace.
”I don't trust you, Wormtail.”
”A wise decision, master.”
The conversation between master and servant ended. The room regained its previous silence.
Neither cared about each other, and both knew that fact well, and maybe it was because of that that they worked so well together. As long as their goals aligned, the threat of betrayal was not present, making the two each other's greatest allies.
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Quinn West - MC - Let's go! Real-life Fighting game!
Leader - Forest troll - Possess-ED magical eyesight.
Babymort - Voldemort - Doesn't have the Cruciatus urge in his current form.
Peter Pettigrew - Wormtail - Has forgotten what it's like to laugh.
FictionOnlyReader - Author - How did you like the fight? I will be switching things up in the future.
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