( Warehouse )
"Get ready," Kingsley instructed tensely, his wand appearing in his wand when he saw that the meeting was drawing to a close. Turning to his second in command, a satisfied smile gracing his face, "Raise the wards, we have enough for five life sentences at the least," the younger Auror silently nodded his head, an eager grin spreading across his face as their plan came together effortlessly.
"The wards are up and holding sir," the Auror confirmed.
He nodded to the Aurors beside him, who nodded back; Adams giving him a thumbs up.
"Go, Go, Go!" Kingsley suddenly snapped, jumping out from behind his cover, leading the charge across the floor, as over a dozen Aurors leapt into action, moving in on the pair from all sides and directions.
While meandering across the warehouse floor, he saw a group of Aurors appearing through the stack of crates, Lord Malfoy finally realizing what was going on. Terrible fear suddenly appearing on the 'former' death eater's features, before he desperately tried to disapparate to make a quick escape, just like he always did during the war when things got too hot. However the temporary wards held him firmly in place. His emergency portkey gave him the same results. The death eater drew his wand, spinning around desperately searching for an avenue of escape, but only seeing more Aurors.
Smirking as he approached, "Lucius Malfoy, you are under arrest for conspiracy to commit the attempted murder of Harry James Potter and Neville Franklin Longbottom, attempted murder of the same, the murder of Octavius and Reginald Gibbons, membership in a terrorist organization, treason against your government, possessing and dealing in the dark arts, the masterminding of the attacks on Hogwarts and its students, assaulting law enforcement officers, assisting known criminals, and the use of a Class 5 restricted temporal artefact in the commission of a crime," Kingsley proclaimed proudly, a vicious and victorious smile on his features, as his men surrounded the pair.
However, all of their wands focused on their main target the much more dangerous Lord Malfoy. "Drop your wand on the floor and come quietly and you will not be harmed!" Malfoy's lips curled up in hate. The intrepid reporter and his cameraman attached to them suddenly appeared moments later, the latter already snapping off pictures as he went.
"Lucius Malfoy drop your wand this instant or you will be forcefully disarmed!" Kingsley yelled, doing his best to do everything by the book, as the reporter recorded the arrest. "There is no need for this to get bloody," the Death Eater gave him another hateful look, before his attention moved to Peter standing to one side, realization sinking in.
"Peter, you set me up!" Lucius shouted, his face twisted and distorted with pure, insane rage, his wand spinning to face his betrayer, the tip of his wand glowing dangerously.
"Of course I did Lucius," Peter voiced with a smirk. "You don't leave loose ends do you, you would have had me killed as soon as this meeting was over. It was you or me my friend, just like it was with the Potters."
"Lucius Malfoy drop your wand now!" he barked, snapping the death eater's attention back to him, as Lucius' hate filled eyes connected with his own. "This is your last chance, drop your wand now, or you will be disarmed."
Just then another familiar face appeared out of nowhere, one that had destroyed or otherwise ruined numerous others' careers, Miss Rita Skeeter, with her own cameraman in tow. He notice both groups of reporters sending each other heated looks, probably at the realization they would have to share this whale of a story, before turning their combined attention back to story at hand.
'Just great, this had been going so well too,' Kingsley mentally groaned at the unexpected sight of the feared reporter, even Lord Malfoy seemed to cringe at the sight of her. He pointed his wand more firmly at the criminal lord, who was coiling like a snake readying to strike.
"This is your last chance Lord Malfoy, drop your wand," he repeated for the sake of Rita, not wanting Rita to paint him as an overzealous auror officer.
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"This is your last chance Lord Malfoy, drop your wand now!" the overeager auror demanded as his eyes darted around the disgusting muggle warehouse, desperately looking for any way to escape, but finding none. He was trapped liked a rat.
For a short moment he considered trying to fight his way out of this clever trap, but the realist in him knew that he was hopelessly outnumbered by the highly trained aurors. He could potentially cast one or two quick and dirty spells before their combined spells, even if non-lethal, would simply overwhelm him. So fighting his way out was a pointless, useless gesture, which would result in nothing but further embarrassment for him and an increase in the charges that would surely be brought against him.
On the other hand, he knew that the aurors now had more than enough evidence to successfully arrest and prosecute him, thanks to his own foolishly and uncharacteristically loose tongue. Thus the idea of fighting to escape and quite possibly dying in the attempt was becoming a more and more attractive option; the alternative was spending the rest of his life in a cold, dank prison cell, with dementors slowly sucking the happiness, life, and magic out of him.
If he died before being formally interrogated, prosecuted and convicted, though, his house could possibly survive his folly relatively unscathed. And maybe his remaining 'allies' could even use his violent death to paint the arresting aurors as overzealous and uncivilized, giving him a final stab at the department's credibility from beyond the grave, whilst destroying their future career prospects. That would be a delicious bit of posthumous revenge.
Bracing himself for battle, he pointed his wand aggressively at the cocky lead auror, "If you want it, come and get it blood traitor!" he bravely challenged, using his anger to bolster his courage, while waving them on with his free hand.
He watched as the lead auror smiled back at him confidently, certain of his victory, as a suddenly ingenious idea popped into his mind. It would even be better than dying in a hail of spellfire.
"If you're sure Lord Malfoy," the auror stated, his tone mocking before turning to his men. "Stunners and disarming charms only people, I want him alive!"
No sooner had the first words left the auror's mouth that the first of many powerful red stunners came rushing towards him, with several green disarming charms added to the mix. Long honed battle instincts kicked in as he summoned up a quick shield to block the spells, but instead of fighting back against the aurors he pointed his wand unerringly at his own head.
"Obliviate!" he bravely shouted at the top of his lungs, channelling as much power into the spell as possible, even as he lowered his own protective occlumency shields around his mind so that the spell would work. The memory charm quickly took hold, and he felt the odd sensation of his mind suddenly becoming empty and confused.
Unfortunately the quickly conjured shield he had summoned moments prior buckled and collapsed under the powerful volley of spells. He mutely watched in confusion as dozens of powerful stunners hit him and his whole body went suddenly slack. His body fell to the ground like a puppet with its strong cuts even as another spell hit him square in the face, his mind already shutdown.
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Opening up his eyes, he looked up at a pretty face staring intently at him. "He's awake sir," the pretty face said, before she looked intently into his eyes like she was searching for something. "But his eyes are distant, foggy... I think he's a vegetable sir. We need to take him to St. Mungos immediately!"
"FUCK!" the second voice yelled, as several flashes happened around him.
"Sir! Pettigrew bolted!" another voice added.
"What?!'" the second voice bellowed again, as he looked towards the source of the sound, only to see a dark ugly man looking at another.
"He's taken the gold too!" another voice added.
"Fuck! You motherfucking incompetent morons! Find him right now!" the second voice screamed.
"Fuck?" he asked, finding the word decidedly odd on his tongue, as a red stream of light rushed towards him and he knew nothing more.
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