Chaptr 51.6- Doom Days

“Back to the rules before I interrupt my riveting speech again for something as boring as a duel between some of the best to ever do it” He said, keeping his face straight as half the stadium began to laugh again.

“As for the magicks allowed, we will be following the ICW standard for duelling competitions, and so any spell that would cause damage rated as A or higher on the Manton’s scale will be disallowed and punished.” I refreshed my memory on the specifics. Less than an A meant no permanent loss of limb, no torture, no castrations, and definitely no killing. That was good at least. Most of my bag did not rely on grievously injuring or maiming my fellow competitors so I wouldn’t; be at a disadvantage even while those who came prepared with more permanent options found their repertoires shrunk.

“Probably a reaction to what happened in Russia in the previous tournament” I guessed to Sirius, whispering in his ears.

“What happened?” He asked, snapping all his attention straight to me.

“Twenty contestants died. One of them a finalist, and another a Quarter-finalist” I said, and he whistled. Fatalities in this sport were almost entirely concentrated among the less skilled. The better you were, the more tools you had to protect your life in a bad situation, and the better equipped you were to know when you were outmatched and yield before things got fatal.

XXXXXX- LUCIUS MALFOY

He had thought he was done with kneeling. While he had despaired the Dark Lord’s passing right as they were at the cusp of total victory against the abominable ministry of muggle lovers and mud bloods, he had eventually come to enjoy the feeling of being his own man .of doing things because he wanted to do them. Of not kneeling.

Now his Lord had returned and his knee learned to bend once again. He bent it one more time the second he walked into the room.

“Yes Lucius?” His Lord’s sibilant voice echoed from the head of the room.

“Number Four Privet Drive, Surrey, My Lord. That is where Potter’s muggle family lives” He said, offering the information. It had not even been hard. He had just asked Delores, and she had slipped him a note in a matter of hours.

“Good. Well done, Lucius. Well done. Prepare yourself and prepare the others. Potter will learn the error of his ways. He will learn not to take from me again.” His Lord said, and in his haste to stand, Lucius made the mistake of looking up too early. Catching a glimpse of his Lord’s burnt face.

“Crucio” was all he heard before he faded to black.