Chapter 275 - Malfoy Wedding Ⅴ (2/2)
Rising back to his feet, Reginald spots the pale face of Orion Black approaching him. ”Black,” Reginald said with cold, hard eyes. ”Let the purebloods be aware that I demand Sanguis Enim Sanguis for this travesty. If there or were any that were involved let them come forth and beg for clemency for I shall and will seek utter and complete retribution.”
Orion licks his dry lips and hoarsely answered, ”I shall.”
”Also inform everyone that I shall be holding a conclave in a weeks' time,” Reginald resolutely declared. ”The official summons shall be sent within three days.”
”But a conclave hasn't been held since the wizard-,” Orion began to protest to only fall silent at the cold steely gaze of the old Prince. Orion knew the rumors and even if only half were true then the old Prince was far more capable of uniting the purebloods in common cause than Abraxas. And it was far better to have the old Prince as a friend than an enemy.
”I will,” Orion decisively murmured as Reginald Prince swept past him without waiting for Orion's reply. Orion ignored the slight and walked over to his sister-in-law, Druella and aided her to her feet.
The long legs of Reginald Prince carried him down the aisle and past the wreckage of the wedding party. There were still wet crimson spots on the floor and hundreds of scorch spots from fired spells. Despite the metallic scent looming in the air, he makes his way to each of the hooded corpses.
One of the Auror's attempted to stop him, but a single icy glare from Reginald had the Auror flinching and stepping hastily back. With indifference and a rather discerning eye, Reginald carefully studied the unknown assailant's corpses. Not only memorizing the faces of the deceased aggressors but also checking the assailants for any sort of symbol or mark. To his vast interest, he found a snake intertwining with a skull on the left forearms of a few of the deceased.
Glancing upward, Reginald easily identified the mark to match with that of the emerald symbol hanging overhead. With the symbol forever stamped into his mind, he turned away from the ghastly green star to meet with the tired, gaunt gaze of Alphard Black. Unlike the rest of the Black's, neither Orion nor Alphard had fled from the attack.
Reginald tilted his head in a brief nod of acknowledgment, while Alphard deeply bowed his head forward in acknowledgment of Reginald's loss. Reginald accepted the bow, when a faint pop from his side caused him to whirl around with his wand pointed ready at the source. He wasn't the only one as Alphard and various other Auror's did the same.
It was the Head of the Auror division, Bob Ogden. The short, plump man wearing enormous thick glasses angrily bellows, ”I want witness testimonies taken down this instant! I want to know every single detail NOW!!!” Auror's quickly kick into triple speed and do as they are told.
Ogden stomped over to the corpses to only come to an abrupt halt at spotting four Auror's appearing just outside of the tent carrying a bleeding figure between them. One of the battle-weary Auror's croaks, ”We managed to capture one of the attacker's alive.”
”I want that bastard's statement posthaste!” Ogden roared to only still see the four Auror's before him. ”Well, what are you all waiting for?!” The four Auror's instantly apparate away with the captured assailant to begin the immediate interrogation as ordered.
Ogden huffs and turns around to only meet with a blood-chilling gaze. Ogden warily asks, ”Prince, I was quickly informed that you were at the front of the wedding party. Can you tell me, what you saw?”
”I saw a father without any hesitation throw himself in front of his newly wedded son in order to protect him,” Reginald said in a dead voice that caused Ogden to wince. ”I returned fire and killed the polyjuiced form of Wilkes wife, who as it would turn out is the younger, Rabastan Lestrange. And as for the polyjuiced Wilkes Sr. his killing spell struck my wife instead of the bride. And by the time, I returned fire the polyjuiced killer was gone.”
”Thank you,” Ogden solemnly said as he studied the pale faces of the guests still present and mourning their dead. ”I am told there is a child victim.”
”Yes, the eldest Rosier boy,” Reginald quietly murmured. ”He is-, was in the same year as that of my grandchildren. The boy was to start his fourth year this upcoming September.”
”Merlin,” Ogden swore under his breath. ”The Daily Prophet is going to have a field day with this.”
Turning away from the old Prince, Ogden nods his head once more, before muttering, ”I'll be taking my leave, Prince.” Before striding over to get the witness statement from the Rosier parents no matter how painful it was.