Quick little note: I've got a few drafts of stories, and I'm going to say that while this is going to be the primary story, do expect something for Marvel and DC relatively soon.
Also, for this and the future Superhero books, would you like to see a One-shot series for them?
"You'll always be my hero."
"So, vat shall vee do today?" The psycho asked gleefully, holding his wand at my throat. Blood seeped over my eyebrows, dripping to the cold cement floor. Alex was hanging by his hands, beaten. His nose was broken, and he had two black eyes.
"Please," I whimpered, trying to hold back a wince of pain, "let us go."
"Now, vhy vould I do vhat, hmm?"
"Because we did nothing wrong!" Alex shouted, voice hoarse. The bastard just giggled in response.
"True. But your father did. And I am just making sure the sins of the father are taken care of." He utter an incantation, causing Alex to spasm in pain. I couldn't find the strength to beg him to stop.
It has been two days since I was taken. Jäger Unrein, the name of my captor, was laughing at the pain he was causing. Alex, the only person who I'd classify as a friend from Chicago, had decided to visit Europe by himself. He always looked out for the younger kids, since he knew how manipulative the Chicago Magical Community could be.
When the spell stopped, he groaned in pain. But that was when he turned towards me, wearing a pleased smile. "Tell me, have you seen enough?" I didn't answer quick enough, so he launched a blasting curse towards Alex's legs, removing them and spraying his midriff with blood.
"Yes. Please, just stop!" He tapped his chin.
"Okay." He turned towards Alex and raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra" a green light shot out of the tip of his wand and struck Alex in the chest. My eyes widened, until he hit me with the Cruciatus curse.
My screams echoed, much to his pleasure. "Remember. Should you vant anything to happen to this Mudblood" he pulled out the photo Hermione had sent me in her last letter. "Then speak about this. Vat I vill do to her, she shall know you made the falsch choice." With that, he disapparated as a large dog barked.
Uncle Ethan and Uncle Troy burst through the door, with a man who was on the front page of the Daily Prophet behind them.
"Bloody hell." The escaped convict stated as he looked at Alex's corpse. The bindings on my wrist were removed, revealing the raw skin.
"We've got you, Y/N. We're here." Uncle Troy soothed.
"W-Where's H-H-Hermione!?" I screamed, but my voice was hoarse.
"Don't worry. She's safe she and the others are in Diagon Alley. We've got trusted colleagues watching over them."
That's good. I can trust Uncle Troy. Closing my eyes, I felt all of the scars that now covered my body. The feeling of corkscrews being driven into my body slowly ebbed away. He gently lifted me and carried me past the body of Alex.
I quickly fell asleep for a brief time, wanting to return to the waiting arms of Hermione. Even in my dreams, she seemed to have the ability to wash away my pain.
Ethan POV
"Tell me everything you know about this son of a bitch." I growled, anger welling up like never before. Sirius just let out a soft sigh.
"I believe that the Confed would say he's a Warlord at this point. There's reason to believe he worked with You-Know-Who."
"Voldemort." He gave me a wane smile. A remnant from Azkaban.
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The American Enigma
FanfictionTwo years before Harry Potter became The Boy Who Lived, there was a child. One who was forced to bear the sins of his parents. As such, he was forced into a new identity. Cornelius Fudge-the eventual Minister of Magic-wants the kid to be left in the...
