A Dark Night((Craig & Cynthia Blackfire))

[Pyro Blackfire S5]

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This thread is in no way related to and/or derived off of the Sites Main plot. This thread is a personal plot that include Cassandra and Pyro. This event will be marked off as a small one and not even be mentioned by the ministry or even closely related toward any DE attack of any sort. This even will hold no relevance to any Hogwarts students and wont even become aware to them aside from some slight rumors. thank you.

((This is Charles Blackfire, Not Pyro ^_^))

A quiet pop went unheard in the darkness of the night. A silhouette of a man appeared upon the dark horizon and swiftly took cover in some nearby bushes. Charles Blackfire stood tall and proud. Usually when he went outside he would wear fine clothing, but not tonight. Tonight he wore clothing that was light yet protective at the same time. No use in getting his nice clothes all mucked up. Checking his pocket watch he made sure that the time was correct and was awarded as three pops drifted to him simultaneously.

Soon enough three men wearing dark clothing as well entered the bushes to join Charles. He smiled in delight. "Ah Owen, Raynor, Gayken. How nice to see you all once again." These three had been some of his closest comrades during his DE days. All three were retired now and fully cleared by the ministry, just as he was. These three had been in sort, his wingmen, as well as he had been theres. They had saved each other's lives on many occasions, and therefore owed each other many favors. One that Charles was calling in tonight.

"Is that the house?" Asked Gayken nodding toward the house. Charles nodded. "Yes, I mainly just need you three to stand as lookouts for me. Me and the boy will handle everything else." The men nodded their understanding. Charles once more checked his pocket watch. Where is that wretched boy. He's late.

[Craig Blackfire]

Craig secured the lid on the box that he had just finished packing and tied it to the three owls that were awaiting him on the windowsill. He could not understand why Cassandra wanted these little trinkets. It was mostly just old pictures and junk from when they had lived in the wizarding world. Craig did not know why she held such attachment to these items. If it were him, most of those things would of been thrown out when they made the move to Hogsmeade. Mother and Cassandra had protested vehemently about it; not wanting their precious memories sent to the incinerator.

The box was eventually tied to the owls, and Craig Blackfire sent them off into the night. Craig noted the unusual quiet as he wiped the dust of his blue jeans. The black velvet curtain that was the night sky wasn't even broken by twinkling stars. Getting up, he left Cassandra's room to tend to his mother downstairs.

Entering the drawing room, he saw his mother snoozing on the couch. She was tired, no doubt about it. Craig knew that his mother had taken on too much what with her social calender. However, the fight with his Uncle was taking more out of her than she would like to admit.

Deciding to leave his mother alone, he exited the room. He climbed the stairs up to the second floor. Walking down the sterile white hallway to his bedroom. Plopping down into an overstuffed blue armchair, he retrieved a red hardback book from a nearby table. Craig was glad for the quiet evening at home, and hoped that nothing would interrupt this time.

[Cynthia Blackfire]

Cynthia heard the door close behind her and she slowly rose. The kinks in her back were brutal, and she could feel where her neck had been laying in an awkward position. It was late, and she knew that her son had been waiting for her to fall asleep before he retired for the night. Leaving the room, she retrieved a glass a water from the kitchen before retiring for the night.

[Craig Blackfire]

Craig's ears perked up as he heard his mother close her bedroom door. He honestly could not believe that tonight was the night. He was hoping to relish this night, not destroy his family. However, the owl sat on his windowsill with those wide eyes, and he did hold the little piece of paper in his hand. He felt his gut sink. His mother. How could he honestly do this to his mother? What about Cassandra? What would she think of him? He turned for a moment and caught sight of a family picture. The muggle picture did not strain against it's borders, but it held the last picture taken off all four them happy together. Cassandra, his father, mother, and Craig all radiated happiness.

Sobbing a bit, he pulled his black tennis shoes on and threw a black cloak around his shoulders. The blue jeans and black tshirt contrasted boldly against his cape. You could tell that he had spent part of his life in the muggle world. Padding down the hallway quietly, he knocked on his mother's door. After gaining entrance, he walked in to wish his mother goodbye. " Mom, I've got to go for a bit. I'll be back later, I promise. I love you," Craig hugged his mother goodbye. He could still hear her laughing as he left the room. " Craig, you act like this is the last time you are going to see me."

The guilt was weighing heavily on him as he closed the front door and made his way to the bushes in the side yard. Coming upon the four men who stood there, he honestly thought about pulling his wand out of it's holster and shooting jinxes. He knew he wouldn't win the fight, but at least his conscience would be clear. Instead, he greeted one of the men waiting there. " Good evening, Uncle."

[Charles Blackfire]

Charles looked up from his watch as the bushs began to rustle. Sure enough the boy appeared. Snapping the watch closed he replaced it into his pocket. There was a definite scowl on his face at the word 'uncle'. Charles turned to the assembled men. "Alright, you all know what to do. Lets get to it." The men nodded and quickly exited the bushes. He quickly turned back to the boy.

"And you. Your job is very simple. You get me into this house. Show me where Cynthia is, and I will deal with her." He narrowed his eyes. "Do you understand?" With that he quickly exited the bushes and began to approach the house. Drawing his wand he stepped up to the door and placed his back against the wall and waited for the boy to catch up and open the door.

[Craig Blackfire]

Craig had purposely called Charles 'uncle' to get his goat. He knew that it would since the man hated to acknowledge Craig's part of the family. Starting toward the house, he puled out his wand and held it at the ready. He didn't trust these men. In fact, they were all rumored to be ex Death Eaters. Opening the front door, he stopped long enough to address Charles. " Now, you do remember our little deal, don't you? Just remember, the Unbreakable Vow is just that, unbreakable." Craig opened the front door, the knot in his stomach getting bigger.

He led the men through the kitchen and up the back stairs. " Craig, is that you?" He heard is mother call from her bedroom. Her bedroom door creaked open and he saw his mother step out in her green robes. She turned and the shock registered immediately on her face.

" Charles?!" Her hands went to her robe pocket to search for the wand that was not there. " What are you doing here?" She took a few steps back on her bare feet until a table with flowers on it barred her way. " Craig...." Cynthia's eyes filled with tears as the enormity of the situation came to her.

Craig could only say one thing as he pointed his wand at his own mother. " I'm sorry, Mother."

[Charles Blackfire]

Charles stepped into the house. He looked about and snorted. "Trying to make it back into the wizarding world I see." He said with a sneer. He followed the boy up to the second level when he heard a womans voice drift out to them. He grinned easily recognizing the voice of his former sister -in-law.

He saw her step out of her room and took pleasure in seeing the surprise on her face. He stepped ahead of Craig. "Evening Cynthia. It's been a long time. You never call. I was beginning to think your avoiding me." He grinned, and waved his wand. All the doors in the hall suddenly slammed shut. He could tell from the worried look on her face that she had forgotten her wand.

He than pointed his wand at her. "Locomotor Mortis!" He said and watched as her feet were locked together and she lost her balanced. Well, that had been easier than expected. Charles stepped back and pointed his wand at Craig. "Finish. Use the killing curse." He said in a low and threatening tone.

[Craig Blackfire]

Craig watched as his poor mother struggled to stay upright. He watched as his poor mother stared at the four men in shock and horror helpless. He so wanted to point his wand at Charles and stop all this. Cassandra wouldn't have to know about any of this. She would flounce into the house next Hogsmeade weekend, with that horrible Angelus boy no doubt, with a smile on her face. Most likely greeting them both with hugs and kisses. Poor Cassandra....

Cassandra was exactly the reason why he was doing this. Ferocity flashed through his blue eyes. He knew that this evening's events had to come to pass. Craig heard his mother's scared whimper. Craig waited for the killing blow, but it never came. Instead, he heard Charles order him to do the impossible.

Craig rounded on his uncle, his wand in hand. " That wasn't part of the deal!" Craig said angrily. Cynthia gasped at the end of the hallway. If she hadn't known any better, she would of sworn that the two men were father and son. Their likeness was uncanny.

Charles only smirked at Craig, knowing that the boy had already been defeated. Charles, of course, knew that the boy had never used an Unforgivable, much less the killing curse. Craig turned back to his struggling mother. " I'm sorry, Mother." Craig struggled to hide tears, not wanting to look weak in front of the men. It was his mother after all. " Avada Kedavra!" Craig put all his force behind the curse. The green jet of light hit Cynthia Blackfire with the force of a train. Cynthia's limp body hit the wall at the end of the hallway, and crumpled to the floor.

[Charles Blackfire]

Charles smiled as he watched the anguish cross the boys face. This is what the boy deserved. He was about to respond to the boys outburst about it 'not being part of the deal.' But Charles had analyzed every inch of the deal and knew exactly what he was doing, and what he was about to do. Charles had also analyzed each detail of the unbreakable vow and he had found a small loophole. This loophole was about to cost the boy his life.

In the vow it had stated that the girl, Cassandra, had to remain safe. So, Charles could take his revenge on these two, and than be forced to take the girl in as his own. A price he was willing to pay. He smiled in pleasure as he watched the boy perform the curse beautifully. He watched Cynthia's body as it died. He laughed and turned to Craig. "Very good. Expelliarmus!" He shouted and watched as Craig's wand twirled in the air. "Accio wand!" Craig's wand quickly flew into Charle's hands.

Charles smirked at the look on the boys face. "Don't worry, it all fits into our little deal." He chuckled. "I will kill you and your mother and than be forced to take the girl in and care for her as one of my own." He grinned. "It all fits perfectly." He waved his wand and ropes sprang up from the ground and quickly bound Craig to the floor and afforded him with no motion. With another wave of his wand the doors reopened. "Accio wand." He said again and Cynthia's forgotten wand flew out of the room she had been in and into his hand.

He turned to the men and nodded. They slowly left the house. Charles pocketed his own wand and took Craig's in hand. With a deft twist he snapped it in half and discarded it. He than took Cynthia's and pointed it at the walls around him. "Incendio!" The walls light up and the flames began to lick up toward the ceiling. Charles kneeled down next to Craig. "See you around." With that he stood and walked away. Tossing Cynthias wand into the fire.

Charles reached the door in which he had entered. He shut it and pointed his wand at it. "Reducto!" The door tore off its hinges and flew outside to land in the yard. Charles regrouped with the men. He turned to Gayken. "Alright, do you remember the story? You came here to have tea with Cynthia and her son like you do every evening. She's not that well known so no one will be able to disprove you. Today was different though. She all of a sudden went hysterical and you and the boy tried to calm her down. In the struggle you were blasted by a spell and knocked unconscious out here. You awoke to find the place on fire."

Gayken nodded his agreement. "Good." Said Charles and pointed his wand at him. "Reducto!" Gayken was blasted back. He landed in a heap on top of the door. Charles turned to the rest. "Thank you all. You are dismissed." With that the men swiftly disappeared with slight pops. Charles turned and looked at the house one last time and saw the flames reaching high up into the sky. With a quick smirk he disappeared with a pop.