《Empathic capacity of a teaspoon》chapter 48
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Silence, an absence of sound.
The dementors were frozen in place from fear or from surprise, I didn't know, I was just wondering how silence could be so deafening.
Looking at the crashing waves noting that I couldn't hear them, I turned to the dementors frozen behind the golden statue of their fallen comrade.
"Leave."
As if the word would break the deathly grasp something impossible as killing an immortal creature had on the world.
The dementors didn't move.
"Leave!"
I didn't know what I was expecting, would the attack, stay frozen, flee?
They left.
I could understand that.
Being immortal and finally meeting someone who had the power to kill you was scary, even if the person wielding that power was friendly, which I wasn't, my actions proved that.
"That was anticlimactic, come on let's do what we came here for." Bill said. Watching his back as he walked towards the entrance to Azkaban, I once again wondered if he was emotionally challenged.
I shook my head, no, no one could be so bad that the hadn't felt the tense atmosphere a few moments before.
I followed him.
We stood before the door to Azkaban.
More precisely the door to Azkaban that was devoid of any magic.
Azkaban itself had very little magic.
Only an enchantment in the stone to make it last longer and some wards which I presumed were on the doors of the prisoner’s cells to warn the guards if something ever happened.
I couldn't believe the Ministry's arrogance. I pointed my wand at the rickety wooden door and opened it.
Our footsteps were silent as we entered the tower.
"First order of business, eliminate the aurors, second kill death eaters." Bill shrugged.
"Sounds simple enough."
We followed the path with the least dust towards what we knew to be the auror barracks, not knowing how many of them there were sucked, but it was Christmas, honestly at this point I wouldn't be surprised if there simply weren't any aurors.
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I found myself standing before another door and feeling the presence of three humans inside. Turning to my brother I enlightened him to the plan.
"Blast the door open and stun the auror leaning on the wall on the left and I will stun the one sitting on the right, leave the middle one for interrogation and for making sure that at least someone can inform people what we did today."
Nodding Bill pointed his wand at the door and sent an overpowered bombarda at it.
Rushing in besides him I immediately focused the sitting guard who was nursing a cup of coffee, something else in his other hand that I couldn't see and sent a stunner at him.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Bill do the same to his target, the guards still being disoriented by the blast it wasn't particularly hard.
Finished we both turned to the middle one only to see him breath his last breath with a sharp piece of wood lodged in his chest.
I glared at Bill.
"Nothing to be done now, lets just reenervate one of the stunned ones."
I sighed, he was right.
I turned to the one my brother had stunned only to find him lying on the floor with a broken neck.
I glared at Bill harder.
He averted his gaze and scratched the back of his head.
Turning to the one I had stunned, I prayed to all gods willing to listen for him to not have died as well.
What greeted my sight was a grisly sight of the third guards corpse resting his head on the table a knife stuck directly under his chin so it would cut through his cerebellum.
Apparently I had stunned the guy while he had been using a knife to cut some bread still on the table.
My eye twitched.
I heard Bill giggle.
My eye twitched harder.
"Don't worry, I bet there are some prisoners you can show yourself too so that the Ministry knows who did this."
He was right.
I calmed down and started looting the corpses.
If there was something every gamer loved it was loot.
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