House of Caliban

Chapter 16

Haylan expected to be woken up by a lot of things. Maybe the Spanish Monarchy deciding to finally pursue the coup they kept threatening. Or Sirius playing a prank to be annoying. Or in his dreams, he was woken up by Blaise sending him a courting gift finally to declare his intentions.

None of these things woke him up today.

Instead, he woke up to a man disillusioned and trying to assassinate him in his own bed.

What the fuck?

Haylan was going to be grumpy for the rest of the day.

He used his magic to nonverbally and wandlessly tie up and reveal his attacker before casting a tempus to see the time.

"Really? You are going to try to kill me at 4:18 in the morning? What the hell happened to assassinations at a reasonable hour? How hard is that?" Haylan ranted, standing in his black satin sleep pants and no shirt on. His long hair was tied up in a messy bun.

Haylan sounded the alarm just in case there were more assassins in his castle.

He didn't normally sleep at the castle but meetings had gone late last night and he didn't feel like apparating home to his villa. So he had to wonder how the assassin or assassins knew he would be in the castle or was it just luck?

Sirius rushed into Haylan's room, battle robes on, wand at the ready, and not looking at all like he had just been woken up.

Sirius had to pause and blink at the scene in front of him though. There on the floor was a man dressed head to toe in black but hogtied presumably by Haylan's magic. Standing over the hogtied man was Haylan only half-dressed with hands on his hips looking sleepy and pissed.

"I've never seen anyone look so threatening in only sleep pants pup, but you do it well." Sirius couldn't help but comment.

Haylan glared at Sirius so he wouldn't say anything further.

"Check in with the others and do a full sweep of the castle and the grounds. I have locked down all of the wards so if anyone else is here they won't be escaping. I will be taking this imbecile down to the dungeons. Join me when you can positively say there is no one else here." Haylan ordered as he levitated his silent captive. Sirius nodded and quickly took off. Haylan was not in the mood for any antics or jokes.

An hour later Narciss and Sirius walked into the dungeons to see Haylan sitting on the dirty dungeon floor spinning his captive in the air.

"My Emperor, there is no one else on the grounds or in the castle. He seems to be alone. Suicide mission perhaps?" Narcissa reported and asked, not even blinking at the strange way Haylan was treating his prisoner.

"Hmm, I guess the only way we will find out is if this one will talk. I don't recognize him, do either of you?" Haylan mused.

"He isn't a part of the death eaters, or at least no one I have seen," Narcissa said.

"Not part of Dumbledore's order either unless he has been recruiting," Sirius commented as he leaned against one of the dungeon walls.

Haylan stood up and stopped spinning the man, which was probably good because he looked rather green and on the verge of throwing up. Haylan then stuck the man to one of the walls with his magic, no need for manacles when his magic would work better.

"So feeling up to divulging the information I want?" Haylan drawled in a tone that would have made Snape proud.

The unremarkable-looking man sneered and spit on Haylan's face. Inwardly Haylan was grossed out and wanted a shower immediately. Outwardly he vanished the spit and didn't let his expression change.