Chapter 487 - Pyrites Trial Ⅲ (1/2)
Making sure to have a stern hold on the chained figure of Pyrites, the Auror's jump to the edge of a cold shallow beach, where the barge towards Azkaban awaits them. The cold wind strikes Pyrites in the face as the Auror's drag him across the sandy path to the old creaky barge. There waiting inside are the Azkaban guards to transport Pyrites to his final resting place Azkaban.
Pyrites still the smug wizard that he is flashes them a rather lazy grin. He drawls, ”So, I take it that if I were to escape Azkaban there will be no harmed feelings, right gentlemen?”
The prison guards sneer at Pyrites as the ship captain cries out, ”We best leave before the storm hits!”
The Auror's have the prison guards of Azkaban sign the paperwork, before pulling the magical arm bound Pyrites down below the deck. ”So, where are my lodgings, guards?” Pyrites smirked.
One of the guards sneered and guffaws, ”Ah, Pyrites, ya really have no idea, do ya?”
”Of what?” Pyrites snorted back. He knew exactly what was waiting for him in Azkaban. But if all went as planned, he would be escaping soon enough.
”They're waiting for you,” the other guard ominously said as another shoved Pyrites into a large cabin. ”A pleasure doing business with you gents.” The guard locks the door behind him as Pyrites blinks around in the gloomy air.
”Hello Pyrites, we never did speak about your unwarranted intrusion at my marriage ceremony,” a cool male voice said causing Pyrites to stiffen.
A tall, slender young man with long pale blond hair emerges from the cabin shadows. Lucius Malfoy leans on his father's cane as his cold blue gray eyes seem like the frozen arctic. ”I hope you truly didn't think you'd get away with such a vile act without repercussions,” Lucius purred. ”We're purebloods Pyrites even you weren't that foolish to think otherwise?”
”Ah, my mistake,” Lucius icily said as another burly man with raged filled eyes emerged from the shadows.
Lucius taps his cane against the wooden floor and slowly says, ”Why I do believe you've already met, Rosier Sr. Ah yes, he and Riddle were once fairly close. But alas, how times have changed. And I do believe you owe him a son.”
Pyrites trembles for the first time in his life as he can feel the bloodthirst in the air. Impossible! Rosier Sr. should not have this kind of power! But the Malfoy's would. Feeling his heart sinking into his chest, Pyrites croaked, ”The Ministry of Magic will notice.”
”Ah, that, well, that's remedied easy enough,” Lucius replied. ”I had to hire a metamorphmagus. But he is well worth the coin and will fake his own death within the week. He will be leaving England by the end of the week not to return. I do like making sure all loose ends are neatly cut away. Don't you?”
Pyrites heart sinks as Lucius says, ”Well, I'll leave the two of you alone. Though I have no stomach for what is about to occur. But I will say this Pyrites, Dark Lord or not, you should have known better than to touch the Malfoy's.”
Lucius walks out and closes the door behind him as Rosier Sr. takes out his wand. Pyrites tries one last desperate plea, ”Surely, you won't attack an unarmed man, would you?”
”My son was unarmed, when you killed him,” Rosier Sr. growled.