Harry Potter: Beyond the Parselveil

Nibbin was humming to himself as he cleaned the mansion and worked on its maintenance. He paused and sensed something breach the house's wards and was alerted immediately. With a furious look, he went to check who it was and saw some hooded figures walking through the room, alert and on guard.

"This is suicide. We are breaking into a very powerful lord's house just for your vanity," one of them spoke. A scoff was heard from the side. "Leave then—just one less part of the loot."

The two who spoke seemed to be the most wealthy of the bunch, as another—who seemed to be an underling—spoke: "My lord, what loot would get your attention? The last thing you lack is gold."

The previous person scoffed. "Right. It's not gold we are after. This muggle-loving traitor family has a lot of secrets and rare artifacts that can even tempt the goblins into making non-bonded swords for them. And they've been taking over the market of potion ingredients. There are things all the gold in the world cannot buy."

Nibbin was so furious in his hiding place that electricity was sparking around him. There were five figures in front of him.

He popped in front of one of them and sent out a bolt of electricity, knocking the man back with a scream.

The others did not waste time and sent out spells at the house elf. Blood-Boiling Curse, Severing Charms, and Crucio passed by the elf as he popped in and out, sending electricity flying—hitting the wizards, who used Protego for defence and took out daggers with their other hands to throw.

One of the daggers grazed Nibbin as he was late to dodge. He still fought on, using the decorative swords and weapons around the mansion to throw at the wizards. One dagger was lodged onto a wizard's shoulder, and the man screamed.

A Severing Charm hit Nibbin from the side. Nibbin popped into the middle of the wizards and discharged electricity from his full body, injuring and knocking them back.

A Knockback Curse hit Nibbin, sending him flying—and a dagger was lodged into his side.

Nibbin was bloodied and bruised, as he crushed a coin given to him by Aaric. He assumed the other one would be with Simon, as it was for emergencies—and if one coin is crushed, the other one shatters too, alerting the holder.

Aaric had given Nibbin a twin coin as a gift and kept the other. Just intending it as something sentimental for the hardworking elf. He never thought it would be used.

But as he felt the coin in his pocket shatter, he panicked. He used the ring on his hand to get to Nightshade Castle, and used the statue to reach the mansion.

Thimrill tried to talk to Aaric, but Aaric did not reply.

Just as Aaric appeared in the mansion, he rushed up to see what was wrong and found four wizards wailing on Nibbin as one stood to the side.

"A mere house-elf dares to attack the pure-blooded?"

Aaric stepped forward and coldly asked, "And who would that pure-blood be? To dare enter Hawthorne mansion and harm a family member?"

The wizards stepped back as they looked at Aaric. He had a short sword at his hip—brought from the castle—and was watching their every movement.

Nibbin looked at Aaric, scared. "Young master… please go back and call the Lord."

Aaric just brought Nibbin to him and fed him a healing potion he had recently made.

"It seems there was someone home… but no matter. Tell us where you keep your valuable treasures and we'll let you and the elf live," the wizard in the most expensive clothes said.

Aaric wasn't interested in having a chat. Once Nibbin was safe, he made a fearful expression as if scared of them.

The men sneered.

He took out his sword with trembling hands and said, "D-don't come closer."

They laughed—and stepped forward.

Just at that second, Aaric used his telekinesis to launch the sword at one of the men. The sword was lodged in the man's chest, nailing him to the wall.

Simultaneously, a whisper came from his mouth in a foreign tongue: "Thraessk'el" —a Parseltongue spell cast by forming a seal in one hand and making an M-shaped motion with his wand.

As soon as the spell was spoken, two of the wizards fell to the ground. Blue faces. Blisters forming. Jaws and fingers clenched as if they were paralysed. Eyes wide in fear as they opened their mouths, calling for help—but no voice came out.

"Avada Kedavra!" one of the wizards screamed in fear and despair. A green flash raced toward Aaric.

Just then, a silver flash came in front of him—the flame he'd bonded with. It swallowed the spell and glowed green for a moment.

Then the flame raged. It engulfed the stunned wizard, leaving not even ash.

Four adult wizards were incapacitated by Aaric in a moment.

The last one had already lost an arm in the fight with Nibbin and could do nothing but crawl towards the wall and shiver in fear. Muttering "Monster" under his breath.

His comrades were melting, nailed to the walls, or gone—one was as if he had never even existed. No trace remained.

Aaric looked at the man and stepped closer.

The man went limp, regret in his eyes. Just waiting.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Aaric asked.

The man answered in a monotone.

"I am a member of House Blackmere. I came with my little brother and some lesser wizards to find artifacts here. My older brother—the patriarch—met your family at a party and told us about your immense wealth."

They were just foolish men, playing foolish games.

Aaric nodded. Put a hand on his chin, thinking.

He called forth the flame—it had returned to its original colour.

The man looked at the flame as if it was his salvation. At least it would be over in moments.

Aaric threw the flame at him. The man smiled as it reached him.

He died without a scream. Nothing remained.

A/n: Thoughts and stones please.