Chapter 15 (1/2)

Edmund was in a dilemma. Even Alden was not aware of Altair's location as he always moved from one place to another after two to three days. He gave a frustrated sigh. What a waste. After getting further answers from Alden, Edmund decided to to put the man out of his misery, with more misery.

”You've been very helpful with this information uncle. So I've decided to let you choose the way you die,” he chirped. ”I know, I know, you want a swift and painless death right?”

Alden eagerly nodded.

Edmund tilted his head and smiled, ”I don't think so.”

He created an all too familiar yellow orb of light between his fingers, looked at the now pathetic man begging for mercy and continued, ”This is kinda like poetic justice isn't it? You're begging for mercy, just like my aunt did all those years ago when you r.a.p.ed her and strangled her to death. I want to see you scream as you die, I want to see the horror in your eyes as you feel yourself burn from inside out. I give you the same curse as the one I gave your father. I wish you eternal damnation. May you rot in hell.”

He shoved the orb down Alden's throat and watched from behind a chakra-magic barrier as the man screamed in terror, his organs burning from the inside, his body bloating from everywhere, his bones popping out of his skin, his gut spilling from his stomach, his melting brain leaking out of his scattering cranium and finally exploding into a bloody mess of bone and flesh.

Removing the barrier, Edmund left the room as his house elves cleaned whatever was left of Alden. He rushed outside his manor and puked and started crying.

Killing someone in such a horrible way, Edmund felt like he was a monster. The last time he was in too much pain and exhausted, but this time, he was clear headed which made the experience much worse. He had gotten revenge for his aunt but at what cost? He had become a cold blooded killer and a monster. Wiping his tears away and gargling away the after taste of vomit, Edmund hardened his eyes with resolve.

'No, I may have become a killer, but I have to end this or I won't ever get any closure. I have to make him suffer for all the wrong he has done to me. I have to make him suffer for taking away my humanity. I have to make him suffer for killing my mother.'

(ROTS)

Hermione Granger was trying to read her book and miserably failing to do so, Weasel boy was fuming with his ugly face while bound to his seat and moving his mouth, failing to make any sound, Weaselette was meekly looking around, trying to ignore her embarrassment of a brother, Longbottom, such a funny name to have, was trying his to best stay unnoticeable, Iris Potter was sitting with her back straight as a stick and an extremely flushed face and Edmund was enjoying the discomfort his appearance had caused.

When Edmund had entered their compartment, his first action was to quickly approach Iris and say, ”Ah, sweet Iris, you look ravishing today.”

Grabbing her head, he kissed her on her cheek, a little too close to her lips and took a seat beside her.

Iris was ready to faint but held onto her consciousness and remained seated with a dazed look on her face. Weasel sprang up in action, ”You filthy death eater! How dare you-”