Chapter 183: Rewards, Curses, Ravens. (2/2)
”Yes?” she asked.
”Eddie is awake,” said Quinn, ”you can go see him if you want.”
Tracey's eyes widened. She nodded and wordlessly left the room with a bit of hurry in her steps. Her destination had changed from the common room to the hospital wing.
With everyone gone and Quinn left alone in the office, the smile that had been present the entire time he talked to the six members drained away.
There was only one more thing left on the docket for today, it was the most important thing, and he was going to take care of it today itself.
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”That was a great party yesterday,” said one of the Treacherous Baron's beaters, ”those Durmstrang sure know how to party.”
”Uh-huh, the amount of firewhiskey they had was insane,” said the other beater.
The two beaters were Hogwarts students who were backup beaters for Slytherin as the starting beaters from every Hogwarts house team went with their house captains. As such, the other six teams had to do with backup beaters and then some.
”It was worth it,” said the first beater.
”It sure was,” the other one agreed, ”we sure made a lot of money.”
They had a bet a lot of money that Treacherous Barons would win and that Eddie Carmichael would score less than a certain total, and the two had bet on a number that was not statistically probable given Eddie Carmichael's performance — but their bet had come true in the form of Eddie not playing for a large portion of the, and thus they had a made money from outstanding odds.
They reached the dungeon stair as they were going upwards, and when they looked up, they froze.
”I heard you made a lot of money.”
The two Slytherin beaters immediately felt their throat dry up and body heat up with cold sweat drip down their backs. Quinn West was sitting on the steps, with his elbows resting on his knees, and was staring at them with half-lidded eyes.
”Money is a great temptation,” he said, ”it incites greed, and believe me when I say that I know what greed feels like,” the hollow look in Quinn's eyes scared the Slytherin beaters, ”and I know what you felt when you decided to give in to the greed.. .. it was so simple, wasn't it? One night after supper, you were enjoying that stashed away firewhiskey and how it's your last year and were talking about what to do after — how it would be great to travel for a bit and only if you guys had the money.”
The two started to tremble in their shoes as Quinn spoke in a flat tone. Everyone knew that Quinn West and Eddie Carmichael were as close as brothers, and right now, they were face-to-face with Quinn West.
”Then it struck like the Eureka! You were sitting on coin multiplying well, so you decided to place bets on the final game — the game in which you were playing and could.. .. manipulate it,” they saw Quinn stand up and climb down, ”it's just that you went a little far in that manipulation — you gave a little too much into greed and let it take control over it.”
”I-I don't know what you're talking about, m-mate.”
”West, look, we don't have this.”
”Yeah, mate. It was just an accident.”
”The crash had nothing to do with us.”
Quinn reached the last step, and a deep voice came from him, ”I never said that you did.” His hands went up and grabbed their temples with a loud snap; he gripped so hard that veins popped out from his arms.
”W-What are you—”
”S-Stop — Stop!”
They tried to protest, but before they could do anything more, their eyes rolled up, and the two guys went soundless. Their bodies remained stiff, and they remained standing, but their minds had been made to disable a lot of its functionality — namely conscious thought.
Quinn stared at the two as his magic entered their bodies, ”I'm going to exact some revenge, okay?”
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Quinn sat near the edge of the great lake, looking over the calm surface of the water. Coincidentally, the spot he sat on was the same he had laid injured from the Aquatic vault, trying to heal himself while dementors descended above from above. He looked to the side at the trees where he had seen his past self heal himself and cast a Patronus for protection.
Quinn had exacted revenge on the two beaters, as he stated.
Now, whenever they would hear or spoke the word quidditch, they would violently hurl out their stomach contents and shit from behind without warning. Quinn cursed them such that while they would be fine till the end of this school year, but the second they graduated, the curse would take hold of them.
”Good luck traveling or going out at all or talking to anyone,” he said with no regret. Of course, he had erased their memories of the incident, erasing any evidence from him.
Quinn sighed and rubbed his temple. He originally wanted to inflict the same injuries that Eddie suffered back on them by beating to an inch of their life, but his self-control decided against it and just went something that would haunt them for a very long time.
'Was my betting the reason.. . .' thought Quinn, before shaking that thought off. He didn't want to go into the direction.
Flutter, Flutter.. .. a raven landed right now in front of him.
”A raven,” said Quinn, ”what's the deal with these ravens? I've been seeing so many of them these days. Is there a season or something, I don't know about?”
Flutter.. .. Quinn heard another flutter of wings and saw another raven land to his side.
Then another one landed.
”Huh.”
One after another, ravens started descending from the sky, landing on the ground and the trees to his side. He looked up and saw a murder of ravens flying above him.
Quinn hurriedly stood up, and even though he knew this was an abnormal situation and something was off, he couldn't remove his eyes from the sky. The murder of ravens that flew above his head was flying in a circle — a ring — and from through the center of that raven ring, Quinn could see the half-moon hanging in the sky.
A blood half-moon.
Beat, beat, beat.. .. Quinn's hand went over his chest, and he could feel his heartbeat faster with no fault of his own.
'What?'
Quinn looked down at his hands, and he could feel the magic inside his move. He wasn't doing anything, yet his magic moved on his.
'Something is coming.'
Quinn could feel it from within that something was changing in his body and that he couldn't stop it. What happening to him wasn't the start — it was already the end.
As Quinn was looking at his hands, his eyes caught the first raven that had landed right in front of him. The human's stone-grey eyes met with the raven's pitch black as the bird and human stared at each other.
Then it happened.
The ravens from all around him spread their wings and flew towards and formed a dome of flying black around him, layers upon layers of birds of death covered Quinn.
There was a sharp pulsating burst of white light from within the black dome before it died down. When the ravens flew away, what remained wasn't a human but a raven standing on the ground.
The raven was the biggest a raven could be, and if you looked closer, the pitch-black feathers had a purple sheen to them under a certain light. The last thing that made this raven different was the eyes — they weren't black, but a deep stone-grey color.
The raven spread its wings, raised its claws, cawed loudly, and pecked the ground before going still. Suddenly, the raven twisted and turned at wild, unnatural angles, and not long after, a human was standing in its place.
Quinn stared at his hands in shock, surprised, and a whole bunch of emotions flashed on his face.
”Holy shit! Holy Shit!! HOLY SHIT!!!”
Quinn West was an Animagus.
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Quinn West - Anger Investor - Caw! Caw! Caw!
Eddie Carmichael - Mummified - I'm not crying! *Sniff*
George and Fred - Weasley twins - Just secured funding.
Four Girls - Hufflepuff and Slytherin - There's shopping in the future.
Slytherin Beaters - Cursed - Future seems tough for them.
FictionOnlyReader - Author - It was an internal Hogwarts conspiracy.
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