Harry Potter: Rise of the Spiral

Chapter 15

Edmund was in a dilemma. Even Alden was not aware of Altair's location as he always moved from one place to another after two to three days. He gave a frustrated sigh. What a waste. After getting further answers from Alden, Edmund decided to put the man out of his misery, with more misery.

"You've been very helpful with this information uncle. So I've decided to let you choose the way you die," he chirped. "I know, I know, you want a swift and painless death right?"

Alden eagerly nodded.

Edmund tilted his head and smiled, "I don't think so."

He created an all too familiar yellow orb of light between his fingers, looked at the pathetic man begging for mercy and continued, "This is kinda like poetic justice isn't it? You're begging for mercy, just like my aunt did all those years ago when you raped her and strangled her to death. I want to see you scream as you die, I want to see the horror in your eyes as you feel yourself burn from inside out. I give you the same curse as the one I gave your father. I wish you eternal damnation. May you rot in hell."

He shoved the orb down Alden's throat and watched from behind a chakra-magic barrier as the man screamed in terror, his organs burning from the inside, his body bloating from everywhere, his bones popping out of his skin, his gut spilling from his abdomen, his melting brain leaking out of his scattering cranium and finally his body exploding into a bloody mess of bone and flesh.

Removing the barrier, Edmund left the room as his house-elves cleaned whatever was left of Alden. He rushed outside his manor and puked and started crying.

Killing someone in such a horrible way, Edmund felt like he was a monster. The last time he was in too much pain and was exhausted, but this time, he was clear-headed, which made the experience much worse. He had gotten revenge for his aunt but at what cost? He had become a cold-blooded killer and a monster. Wiping his tears away and gargling the after taste of vomit, Edmund hardened his eyes with resolve.

'No, I may have become a killer, but I have to end this or I won't ever get any closure. I have to make him suffer for all the wrong he has done to me. I have to make him suffer for destroying my innocence, my childhood. I have to make him suffer for killing my mother.'

(ROTS)

Hermione Granger was trying to read her book and miserably failing to do so, Weasel boy was fuming with his ugly face while bound to his seat and moving his mouth, failing to make any sound, Weaselette was meekly looking around, trying to ignore her embarrassment of a brother, Longbottom, such a funny name to have, was trying his to best stay unnoticeable, Iris Potter was sitting with her back straight as a stick and an extremely flushed face and Edmund was enjoying the discomfort his appearance had caused.

When Edmund had entered their compartment, his first action was to quickly approach Iris and say, "Ah, sweet Iris, you look ravishing today."

Grabbing her head, he kissed her on the cheek, a little too close to her lips and took a seat beside her.

Iris was ready to faint but held onto her consciousness and remained seated with a dazed look on her face. Weasel sprang up in action, "You filthy death eater! How dare you-"

But was stopped from saying anything further, "Expelliarmus, Incarcerus, Silencio."

Any attempts to undo his spells were quickly stopped by a stern warning from Edmund, "Try to undo my spells and I'll prank you for the whole goddamn year. And you may already know that those infamous Weasley brothers have tried and failed miserably to prank me. You might also know how I retaliated by adding a potion of my own concoction in their food and made them dry hump each other in McGonagall's class."

Of course, the twins were spared from any major punishment as it was rather clear that they were victims of a prank. Suffice to say that they never targeted Edmund ever again upon knowing who pranked them by the prankster himself.

The rest of the train ride went as quietly as it could with only Edmund making small talk with Iris as the girl stuttered out her responses.

(ROTS)

Tri-Wizard Tournament, the way the old coot advertised it made it look like a lifetime opportunity for someone to reach greatness and be forever recorded in the annals of time. Who was the last winner again? Edmund had no idea.

Sitting among his friends at the Ravenclaw table, Edmund was getting bored as the manipulative goat continued his drabble. His friends and pretty much everyone else was excited and were talking amongst themselves about the tournament.

Having nothing else to do, he sneaked a peek at the girl he had been having feelings for, only to see her quickly look down and avoid eye contact. Edmund smirked, perhaps she was still feeling bashful for what he did in the train.

He was feeling really bold during the day and couldn't stop himself when his eyes fell on Iris, sitting in her compartment and having small talk with her 'friends'.

She didn't look anything like he had first seen her three years ago. Seemed like she had been taking her potions regularly, which were given to her as gifts during the third year by Edmund. Her face looked really youthful and had a constant tinge of pink to it.

When Edmund had entered the compartment, her eyes sparkled and she smiled with her reddish-pink lips that made her look really cute and entrancing. The result of this was a kiss. He wanted to snog her right then but refrained from doing so and diverted from his intended target at the last moment.

Iris tried to take a peek at him again but quickly looked down when she noticed him still looking at her.

Edmund wanted to laugh and pinch her cheeks because of the way she was acting. With his mood lightened he focused on having his dinner and ignored whatever his friends were saying about the unfairness of not being able to enter the tournament because of the rules. Like he would want to enter a stupid tournament for public entertainment. He wasn't a circus animal.

Suddenly a loud bang was heard which startled him to almost arm himself with a weapon. The doors of the Great Hall were flung open and a man entered with a limping gait, his artificial eye scanning every nook and cranny of the hall as he rushed towards the old coot.

The man was introduced as none other than Alistair Moody, commonly known as Mad-Eye Moody, a retired Auror who had actively taken part in the last war against that dark asshat. What surprised Edmund was that he was the new DADA professor.

Dumbodork had really outdone himself this time. Looking at his record of hiring incompetent professors or a professor with glaring concerns to public safety, Moody was a really big improvement. Or was there a catch to this one too? Just like the rest of them? Meh, why should he care? It's not like this one could do much damage, right?