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Purple Blaze

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With a little blow the flame burst forth at the hanging wizard's face effectively setting it on fire and soon the entire floor ...

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The Gringotts goblin named RazorBlood raised an eyebrow as one of his client folders slid out from between the protective wall stones and started glowing. With a wave of his clawed hand the file floated over to his desk. As the goblin opened the file he summoned a quill.

"The Pepperton family? It's been a while since I heard from Oliver ... not since he was expelled a couple years ago." The goblin commented as he looked for the newest update. RazorBlood sighed sadly, "it seems Ginger passed away ... I better get a team ready. Muggle or not, she was his grandma. Oliver is only 16 and he shouldn't deal with this alone." He said as he j made a few marks with the quill that made the little sketch of a key in the file go from black and white to colorful. RazorBlood tapped the corner of the sketch making it turn into a real key.

After he took the key he closed the file and it floated back to its spot on the shelf.

A little tap on his chair made it shrink to a height where the little creature could safely hop off and walk away. Once several hallways were navigated he came to a room with dozens of humans. The humans, healers and curse breakers to be exact, were carefully examining a series of cursed artifacts.

"Hey, RazorBlood. How are you? Need something?" A red haired curse breaker asked as he inspected the deceitfully normal looking mirror.

The goblin sighed, "Sadly, yes. The muggle grandmother of an underage client just passed away. She lives in the muggle world, but my client, Oliver, had two magical parents so there may be artifacts left behind ... plus, I want more humans to help comfort him." He commented knowing full well that humans don't usually find comfort with his kind.

The red haired curse breaker chuckled nervously when he heard the mirror hiss at him like a pissed off cat, "I can help you ... I could use some time to consider how to approach this mirror." He muttered and immediately regretted it when a large cat limb reached out of the mirror. He managed to just barely avoid the claws, but fell out of his chair. "Yep! Definitely need a break! Let's go, RazorBlood!" He yelped as he scrambled to his feet.

"Thank you, Bill." The amused goblin said and he left the room with the curse breaker. "This key is for the front garden gate, which is why I was concerned about being spotted by muggles."

"A gate? That's an odd choice." Bill said as they came to a room of doors. Not doors attached to the walls, however. It was just 5 disembodied door frames with doors standing in a row.

"Yes. His parents had renovation plans that never went through." The goblin said vaguely as he used the key to open a door. Instead of seeing the wall behind the door frame they saw a garden and a few feet further away stood a single story muggle house. Instantly everything became urgent as they saw the curtains inside were covered in purple flames and there was someone hanging from the ceiling inside. "I'll get the healers and more curse breakers! Try to get the person inside!" RazorBlood ordered as he raced back into the bank.

Bill bolted towards the door of the old muggle home and used his wand to unlock it. Once the door swung open he could feel the intense heat from the smokeless cursed fire. Despite the heat he stepped in and immediately regretted it. When he stepped in he was blinded by the bright fire and distracted by the screams of someone in pain to the point where he fell straight through the floor. If not for the screams of pain Bill might not have snapped to his senses and looked around.

The floor from the first floor was completely caved in leaving him in a burning ash filled basement. Everything around the walls and basement floor were being eaten away by purple fire, but that wasn't the only thing. Hanging from the first floor ceiling was someone screaming in pain as the flames ate away at his clothes and flesh. Without a second thought Bill shot a spell to blast the bulk of the cursed fire off the person. He did everything he could to not vomit at the charred flesh that was exposed and desperately shot a spell to cut him down so he could remove the remaining tiny flames before they engulfed the person again.