Characters: Dedalus Diggle Setting: Early morning hours of Thursday, 4 January Plot: Digs get some extra "protection" in case of a future attack. Content: Threats of violence, and regular swearing/slurs associated with Digs. Status: Complete
Dedalus Diggle was not a good person.
Sure, people loved his candor, quick wit, and audacious claims to have snogged with a dozen girls while at Hogwarts, knowing they were all stories. But deep down, "Digs" conflicted with two sides of him. On one side was a fighter, a defender who wanted to be a protector for those who could not defend themselves. On the other was a fire that burned like brimstone in the depths of Hell.
His anger burned for those who made his life miserable for being a "mudblood." In his mind, these were the same people who were responsible for all the attacks. And he would be damned if it happened to him again.
With the "initiative" getting ready once more to start, Digs knew he would be a target. As would Hyacinth, just for being associated with him. As would Ted and Hestia, for being drivers on this crusade. And anyone else who were in their vehicles. Though he could not predict an attack, he knew that he wouldn't be caught unprepared.
Which is why he started making phone calls at his nearest call box. One person knew someone, who knew someone else. That person put in a word to his mate...who was willing to meet Digs in the fields outside the city for an illicit rendezvous.
Snow fell lightly, blanketing the earth in a white sheen. The light of the moon reflected off the snowfall like light off a mirror, giving Digs enough light to see down the road ahead. At the early hours of the morning, Digs turned the lights off on the lorry, and slowly crept forward.
Minutes dragged on. The orange glow of his lighter could have been seen from miles away as Digs lit up a cigarette. Nervously puffing and bundled in a jumper underneath an overcoat, Digs only got out of his lorry once, when a Hillman Hunter drove down the opposite side of the road and came to a stop across from him.
Under his overcoat was his trusted machete - which was more like a large knife, but Digs never let the truth get in the way of a good story. Under his jumper was his wand - not that these were those blokes, but they could be, and he wanted to be ready just in case. Digging his hands into his overcoat pockets, Digs approached the window of the car, where two men with distinguishable West Indian accents spoke up.
"You dah guy, then?" the one closest said in a booming tone. Digs braced as he spoke, before coming closer to get a better look at the men.
"Aye," Digs responded. "I was expecting a couple of Jerrys...not you two wastemen."
The door swinging open pushed the short Diggle back, who was dwarfed in size by the two gentlemen. As if by instinct, Digs opened his coat as if it were a cloak, pulling his hands back to reveal a sliver of steel coming from his belt. His other hand reached back to get a firm grasp on his wand.
If those bastards can use magic to kill, Digs reassured himself, Then I can use it in self-defense.
"You wanna square go, bruv?" The second man said, starting to charge at Digs. The first one stopped him with a firm grasp on his shoulder.
"You got it, yah?" The first man asked with a cold tone.
"Only if you gots what I'm looking for," Digs responded equally as cool.
The first nodded to the second, who reached back in the car to retrieve a nondescript, brown paper bag. They held up the bag to Digs, but didn't show him what was inside. In response, Digs backed back to the cab of the lorry, never taking his eyes off his aggressors.
Reaching in, he pulled out a plastic bag. Taking three steps forward. he threw the item at the two men - the second and more aggressive of the two caught it. After taking a look in, the aggressor looked inside and grinned.
"Ay, fuck this cockney shit," he said to his taller cohort. "Stupid enough to give us the goods? He deserves to be ripped off."
It took a second for the first one to consider what he said, before a smirk shot across his face. With a snicker, he looked down at a confused Diggle. "Who's yeh gun run off to?" Taking the paper bag from the second one, the taller man turned, motioning to his friend to come with.
When they had both turned their backs, Digs knew it was time to strike. Grabbing the second one, Digs wasted no time pulling out his knife and pulling it to the smaller one's throat. Scraping the skin enough for one bead of crimson to reflect off the chrome of the knife, Digs was direct in his words.
"Ya want yer boy to live, right? You're going to do as I say, or so help me God I'll duppy him right here before your eyes."
The second one's aggression turned to fear quickly. As Digs pressed the knife harder, the man tried to scream, but nothing came out. The first man looked in shock, and moved to pull his own weapon.
Digs was too fast. With his wand shifted, it took but a second to draw it in the air, before training on the taller one. "Stupefy!" Digs shouted into the cold night air. Immediately, the giant went down, dropping the brown paper bag and its goods.
"The fuck!?" the smaller one screamed out. Pushing Digs knife from his throat, he went off to his mate, obviously knocked down by the spell.
"The bag. Both of them." Digs said, looking like a rabid animal with two weapons in his hands. "In the lorry."
The second one, still in shock at the downing of his mate, gave Digs a quizzical look. Digs wasted no time in his demand, shifting his knife into a stabbing position.
"NOW!" Digs demanded. "Lest you want to be buried in th' same grave, ya stupid wog."
He heeded the commands of the short, angry man in front of them, scampering to grab both sacks and throw them in Digs' truck. When he completed this task, Digs wasted no time getting back in the lorry and driving off as fast as his car would start.
Digs thought he was out of imminent danger. Not a bad haul, he thought to himself. Got me the stuff, and got Hyacinth's gif--
His thought process was immediately broken by four high-pitched pops, the shattering of glass, and the contact of metal against metal. Digs immediately ducked down, dropped the truck in second, and put the gas to the floor. The noises stopped, as he found the graveled sounds of road once more.
It was official. Dedalus Diggle was not a good person.