The Midnight Sky

Part Three

Chapter 5

Bermuda is twelve the first time he gets involved with the new and still forming mafia.

If he's honest, it's not something he had planned- his plans had involved avoiding the whole organization- but when has his luck ever allowed anything to go according to plan? The newly formed Ombra Famiglia was all but begging for it anyway. He wasn't sure how they had managed to capture Jager and if Bermuda was honest, he didn't care. They had hurt Jager, they still had Jager. Had he been a normal child he might have to obey the ransom letter but normal was overrated anyway.

Especially for a wizard that was more than willingly to temporally overlook his morals.

The Ombra Family had never quite expected a small dark-haired child with glowing emerald eyes to show up on their front doorstep. By time they had learned of this miscalculation, Bermuda was already storming down their hallways throwing Avada Kedavras left and right like the spell was spare change. When they had finally figured out their miscalculation it was far too late to do them any good, the halls were flooded with corpses and The Ombra Primo fount himself staring within the unnatural eyes of a twelve-year-old.

"If you hand over Jager now, I will ensure your death is quick. If you do not comply you suffer to the point you beg me for death."

A quick Protego manages to stop the bullet before it ever reaches him, but Bermuda pays it no mind, his gaze solely focused on the man before him.

"Very well then. If that is how you want it. Crucio."

If he had still been Harry Potter maybe he would have been horrified by the screams, maybe he would have played along with the ransom, but he wasn't. He was Bermuda von Veckenschtein and they had foolishly stolen from him. He doesn't even blink as the screams rang out into the silence of the once hopeful Famiglia Headquarters.

He doesn't care, they have something important of his and Bermuda will see it returned one way or another.

Bermuda accidentally ends up breaking the man's mind- How was he to know you weren't supposed to hold the curse so long? It was his first time- but that is only a little road bump which is easily solved with a Legilimens. It only takes a few moments to sort through the chaos of the shattered remains that is the man's mind before the emerald-eyed boy finds what he's looking for.

He leaves the drooling mess on the floor surrounded by corpses that had once been his 'Guardians' in favor of heading towards the Dungeon Cells.

It's painfully clear the moment he finds Jager that something is wrong. He has an expression- almost as though he wasn't mentally there- that Bermuda doesn't like. Still, it matters little to the dark haired child. He'll get Jager back home and then he would tear apart whatever- Drugs, Flames, Psion, or Magic- was affecting the elder's mind.

His only regret was there was no one left for him to take that raging fury burning in his veins out on.

Taking a breath, Bermuda forced the fury down in favor of focusing his whole being on the dark haired teen staring blankly into thin air.

"Let's get you home, Jager."

Silence is his only answer.

It took Bermuda two weeks to fully nullify the Mist Flames from Jager's mind. It took Jager a solid month to convince Bermuda to even allow him outside the Veckenschtein mansion's walls and even then it was only under a compromise that took four hours to negotiate.

As far as Jager was concerned nothing really changed; He was already Bermuda's shadow. Why shouldn't he allow Bermuda to be his?
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