WHO: Robert Kingsley & Adrienne O’Carroll WHAT: Mass murder and high-end revenge WHEN: Early morning Thursday, October 1 before most people are awake. WHERE: The Wizarding World of Harry Potter in Orlando, Florida. WARNINGS: Death. Lots of fucking death. DISCLAIMER: I listened to O Death while writing this if that’s any indication of what you’re about to read.
For Robert, there was nothing more infuriating than people not realizing their place, and who it would behoove them to be respectful to. In Voldemort’s world, people feared him enough that they couldn’t even speak his name, and yet in this one they all had the memory of Voldemort’s crushing defeat to pad their bravery. It was time to remind them all exactly why Voldemort was so feared. Heroes were all the same; they hated seeing innocent people die in collateral damage for a war they’re part of, which made them weak. Voldemort’s one weakness, Harry Potter, wouldn’t be able to get the drop on Robert this time. His horcruxes were much harder for them to track down. He’d insured his immortality much better than the man in his head; the only person who knew the locations of any of the Horcruxes was Adrienne, and even she didn’t know all of them.
The murders in and of themselves were easy enough. The killing curse was perfect for a quick job, and as he didn’t have a particular hatred for the people being killed--just who they represented--there was no need for torture. Finding the people had been harder. They couldn’t be just anybody; he needed specific people with specific features for his plan to work, and that had taken some time to happen. And while he tracked them all down, the ones already found had to be kept alive to make sure they wouldn’t start to decompose while the rest of the plan was gathered. That wouldn’t do. Adrienne, of course, was put in charge of minding the ones they’d already found, and as his trusted second, she kept her word despite how much she was itching to use the Cruciatus Curse on them all. She had a little bit more self control than Bellatrix, though that wasn’t really saying much, considering. She was still just as deranged and bloodthirsty as the Death Eater in her head, but so deep was her reverence for Robert, her Dark Lord, and so intense was her desire not to disappoint him that she behaved. At least until he told her not to. Robert was on a mission, and now, they were both staring at their masterpiece.
A gathering of six adults, and a single baby, all dressed in wizarding robes--with the exception of two of the adults who were dressed relatively normally. Each body bore a striking resemblance to the person whose name was written in blood beneath them. The four wizards and witches whose reincarnates were from his own source were dressed like their individual Hogwarts house--Rowan’s, Mari’s, and Phoenix’s clones done up Gryffindor style, and Sabrina’s clone styled like a Ravenclaw. The baby, with a post-mortem lightning scar, was swaddled and staged in “Mari’s” arms, the name “Harry” written in blood on his blanket. The other two adults were dressed in normal muggle clothes, similar to what about Zane Rosen and Daniel Morgan would wear on a daily basis, posed so that they were leaning on each other and looking eerily similar to the men they represented. Each body was posed in front of the Hogsmeade shops, the security cameras conveniently not working thanks to a spell used to interfere with their broadcast.
Robert took a step back, the echo of his voice booming the Killing Curse and Adrienne’s near maniacal laughter somehow still hanging in the air, and smiled at their handiwork. Yes, this would do. “My dear, would you like the honor of lighting up the sky and leaving our mark? I don’t want there to be any doubt as to who did this.”
Adrienne, still basking in the afterglow of the breathtaking kills so much that she was trembling a little, turned to Robert with a smile that was more sinister than hopeful. She may have first come to Robert as a child with no blood yet on her hands, but she wasn’t the innocent girl she had been. She was his, body and soul, or what was left of her soul after all the blood she’d gotten on her hands since, anyway. “I would be honored, my lord,” she hissed, and with an elated cry, Adrienne thrust her wand above her head. “Morsmordre!” With a loud crack that sounded like lightening, a colossal skull appeared in the sky over the bodies with a serpent protruding from its mouth like a tongue, blazing in a haze of greenish smoke. Now they would all know.