The Hunt

*Spoilers! Graphic Description of Violence and Rape. You have been warned!*

I was now in Scotland, tracking my target, one Mr. Avery. He wasn't a part of the inner circle, but he loved to participate in Muggle raids with his dear friend, Nott Sr.

The two were apparently quite fond of raiding muggle houses, where nuclear families lived. They would then kill the children in front of the parents, rape the wife as the husband watched and bludgeon the husband to death while taking the wives for a plaything where they had their friends join them in the "celebration".

This was apparently a growing trend for the two, as I witnessed the first attack myself. I had just arrived to track Mr. Avery, and witnessed the two slit the throat of the wife. I saw the bodies of the children and the husband lay on the porch, their blood not even cold yet.

The two Scums had apparated, and I went inside to witness their brutality first hand. I had almost sworn, then and there, that I would rid the world of the fuckers in the most brutal way possible. But, then my Agent 47 experiences kicked in, and my temper slowed to a halt.

I could feel a sense of clarity, to my thoughts, my actions, my plans and even my ambitions. I decided to stop before I could swear, as Magical Oaths are very binding!

I knew where the fuckers lived, and I also knew the location where they would go to join their friends for the 'festivities'. I had tried once, when they had activated the ward, and apparently the bullets were stopoed by the wards.

I was shocked the first time it happened, as I saw the bullet fizzle out against the wards. It had alerted Nott Sr. and he came outside looking for intruders. I had an invisibility cloak which was charmed against Homenum Revelio spell. I hid till I saw him exit the wards, and look around with his wand stretched to curse anyone in sight.

I wanted to sneak up on him, and put a tracking charm, when I decided against it. I don't know anything about my target's capabilities, and underestimating your mark, is a surefire way to get killed quickly.

Now that, it brought us, to our current circumstance, where the two Scums brought the raped woman to the Yaxley manor. I wanted to enter, but I knew I had to bide my time.

I chose my mark as Mr Avery for a singular purpose, he was extremely unclean. He used Tergeo and Scourgify spells on his clothes and body, but he rarely showered. And he had weak mental shields, while his stray thoughts were like Broadcasting beacons in the dark.

That is why he had a special Protean charmed tracker in his pocket, and he was my mark to lead me to other Scums.

Using him, I found out the Yaxleys, Malfoys, Rowans, Carrows, Crabbe, Goyle, Rosier and even Lestranges.

I had decided to target Rosier, Nott, Yaxley, and Lestrange families to end by the end of this excursion. The others were minor players, but Lestranges were hardcore radicalists and Bellatrix was a threat which needed to be nipped in the bud, and Rosier and Nott were the disgusting kinds of Scums which were scourge on earth.

The first were Paedophiliac, while the latter was a rapist and a murderer, and they all had propensity to torture and mutilate their victims before killing them.

When I found the Yaxley manor, I knew that my way in was ready. The Death Eaters also had a band of rogues who would target people, kidnap them and bring them over for the Death Eaters.

They had no skill or talent, and their strengths were in numbers and reckless abandon of morality. I had polyjuiced myself as one of their own, got Mr Avery to vouch for me, got accepted into the wards for this day, and slit the throats of all, but one of the rogues who were supposed me show the ropes to me. This one was going to be my witness, after all.

***Yaxley Manor***

I got past the wards, as I saw the manor before me. I had a few scant trinkets to make this easier, but I decided to play it safer for now.

I walked to the door, and was greeted by the house-elf dressed in rags. He showed me in, and asked if anyone else was coming.

I told him, that the rest of us, were bringing our regular shipments. Shipments, here, meant girls of age twelve to eighteen.

The elf nodded and asked me meekly to follow him. We reached the drawing room, where there were sounds of grunting heard. I took out a pistol and shot the elf in his head.

I knew the shot was silent, but the splatter may have been heard. So I was cautious.

It appeared that my caution was unwarranted after all. I crept behind the curtains, as there were five men undressed and their black cloaks lying on the floor. I saw them holding a few women down, who appeared to have lost their will to live.

I shot the first man I saw, in his ass, and the second silent shot hit his eyeballs. He fell down wordlessly on the woman, who began to scream now because of all the gore that sprayed over her.

Three of the men laughed at her screams, but the fourth one who was holding down the newest victim of these beasts, Nott Sr. appeared to have found something out if place. He had turned around to see, and was granted undue mercy, when my .357 Magnum round splattered his grey matter all over the carpet. Not giving any time to the three men, I took out another pistol and blasted the brains out of the men.

I learnt that I had no desire to vomit my guts out, and was quite content in being surrounded by the gore and human flesh strewn around.

The women wanted it all to end, and I saw no need to obliviate their life away, or keep them alive in the heinous condition they were in. I swiftly ended their lives by cutting off their brain stem, and they fell to the ground like a stringless marionette.

I felt guilty for killing the women, rather than the men, and decided to burn their bodies to prevent any desecration. I now also had the keys to the goblin vaults, and I knew for certain that withdrawing the funds from there would be difficult, if they are all found dead.

I also remember the Thief's downfall enchantment, which dropped any disguised criminal in front of the dragon.

I knew that the men I killed today were the Yaxley father and son, Nott Sr. Avery, and Rabastan Lestrange. Apparently they all had keys to the vault. And all I needed to do, was empty this manor first.

I had the hammerspace which could store anything I want in it. Keeping the things there one by one was also easy, and within about an hour, I was done.

I even found a few secret stashing places, where apparently dark and illegal objects were kept. I looted everything which wasn't nailed to the ground, and apparated to London and went to Gringotts.

Apparently, according to Goblin Rules, minors cannot access their vaults without a goblin teller. The same is true for High Security vaults which required the goblin to open it in person.

Since, there wasn't a Horcrux in the Lestrange's vault, the vault was a normal security one. And since I wasn't a criminal, I could go the Lestrange's, Avery and Yaxley's vault without goblin presence.

The Notts had their vault in a high security one, and as such I would need a goblin to guide me and open the damn vault.

So, unfortunately, I couldn't do anything about it. The keys had the number of the vault engraved on it, and the type of key denoted the security status of the vault.

Within half an hour, I was in and out of the vault, and emptied the contents of the vault, leaving the severed thumbs of the men, for those who came looking. The Lestranges were an exemplary family, and their wealth was quite visible, when the medium sized vault was filled with mountains of galleons, gold and other exotic stuff.

I had a good haul today, and I decided to fuck up some of Voldemort's plans. Since, I knew he would no longer store the Cup Horcrux in Gringotts anymore, I knew that he would either entrust it to Bellatrix or her husband Rudolphus, IF he doesn't give it to Greyback, Macnair or Crouch Jr. I had tracked Bellatrix near Northern Ireland, after all, and I didn't intend to allow her the distinct privilege to live, if I had anything to say about it.

And I had set my crosshairs on Bellatrix and her husband next.