HIS RIDDLE | JASPER HALE

Stepfather

It was toward the end of November now and nothing bad has happened so far. My job as an Auror was going well, we have already caught several Death Eaters. Avery was the first of many more. 

We found the Carrows, Alecto and Amycus were as disgusting of a sight as they ever were. We captured Rookwood, Yaxley, and Mulciber a week later. 

We were still on the lookout for Dolohov, wishing for justice for Remus. And more importantly, little Teddy for the death of his father. We are also looking for Selwyn, Rowle, and Nott, among many others.

On Wednesday, we received a tip from an unknown source about the sighting of two know death eaters. The only thing is, we have no idea which ones they are. 

So on Friday, after devising a plan, we found the hideout of the two death eaters. Still not catching a glimpse of their faces. 

I was now on the lookout, in front of the house while a few other Aurors were spread along the forest, waiting for a signal. 

An hour and a half into my shift, I noticed movement in the front window. Not a minute later, Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange stepped out of the house. I gasped, not being able to control my shock. This drew their attention to my location. 

Before they could react, I can a quick stunning spell at them but they dodged and I missed. This began the chase of a lifetime.

They ran through the woods, dodging my never-ending fire of spells, throwing spells over their shoulders. I sickly red cruciatus curse zoomed past my face, barely missing my cheek. 

I could hear the other Aurors running behind us, gaining on our trail but still pretty far behind. There was a log up ahead and while they jumped over it, I managed to catch Rabastan with a stunning spell, successfully stopping him in his tracks. 

Rodolphus looked over his shoulder, his eyes softened at the sight of his incapacitated brother before he growled in anger and turned around to face me. 

He stopped and so did I. The Aurors weren't close enough to interfere yet. He looked into my eyes, his hard and cold, "Elara, we meet again. Still a blood traitor I see."

"Rodolphus," I snarled, "Still scum I see."

He pouted in fake hurt, "You hurt my feelings. How could you speak to your dear old stepfather like that?" he smirked

"You are nothing to me," I scoffed, "Nothing but hippogriff shit on the bottom of my shoe. And now we are through." 

I raised my wand to cast a spell but before the words could even form on my lips, he raised his quicker, "Avada Kedavra." This striking green curse zoomed toward me faster than I could react. After all, the Lestrange brothers were the Dark Lord's best duellers.

It hit directly in the center of my chest. I looked up to him in shock, seeing his triumphant smirk but his eyes told a different story. They held regret, guilt, sorrow, and even love. Regret for his past mistakes, guilt for the poor treatment of me, sorrow for the loss of our relationship, and love for the daughter he never got the chance to have. 

Time slowed down, no movement was made from anyone. A chill in the air made me shiver and the sky darkened. I could feel a presence from beside me.

I looked over to see a man. A man dressed in all black, with white hair, pale skin, and white eyes. He was holding a scythe, looking menacing, looking like the grim reaper.

"Who are you?" I asked

"I am Death," he answered, his voice was raspy

"Death?" I gasped, he nodded. "Are you here to kill me?" I whispered, scared for my future, scared for my friends and family, and scared for my mate