HP: Bad Intentions

"Merlin! What are you doing?!"

Blake's voice echoed through the quiet alley as he gaped at the two unconscious Aurors sprawled at his feet.

He had been painstakingly trying to convince them of his innocence only moments ago, explaining again and again that he hadn't kidnapped Fleur and Cassandra.

The Aurors had been skeptical, but Blake was certain he could win them over with reason. After all, wasn't it clear he was no criminal?

Apparently not. Before Blake could finish his plea, the two girls—his supposed hostages—had stunned the Aurors from behind.

"Blake, there was no point in trying to explain," Cassandra said, tucking her wand away with an air of finality.

"Five hundred thousand Galleons," she continued, her emerald-green eyes narrowing. "That's the bounty on your head. Do you honestly think they care whether you're innocent?"

"They don't," Fleur added, her tone icy. "They just see a fortune waiting to be claimed. And even if you aren't the kidnapper, it doesn't matter. You're a convenient target."

Blake ran a hand through his dishevelled hair, exasperated. "Fine. But why, Fleur, is your family so quick to offer half a million Galleons for me?"

Fleur bristled. "Don't blame me! It wasn't my idea. The Worley family added thirty thousand to the bounty, too!"

Blake turned to Cassandra, incredulous. She looked embarrassed. "My dad probably did it behind my mother's back. She wouldn't have agreed to this—she likes you. But my dad? Well…" She shrugged helplessly. "You know how fathers are. He probably thinks you're dangerous just because you're… close to me."

Blake groaned. 'Why do fathers always see me as their mortal enemy?'

His inner grumbling was interrupted by shouts from a nearby street.

"There he is! That's the kidnapper! Fitz and Buller are down! Arrest him!"

Blake barely had time to react before a flurry of spells came hurtling toward him.

"Really?!" he muttered, sidestepping a particularly vicious jinx. The air around him sparkled as colourful hexes collided with the protective barrier he hastily conjured.

The Aurors weren't pulling any punches. Worse, they showed no regard for the two girls standing behind Blake. Several spells flew dangerously close to Fleur and Cassandra, forcing Blake to block them with precision.

"Stay behind me!" he barked, his wand moving in quick, fluid motions to deflect the onslaught.

His frustration boiled over. These were supposed to be trained Aurors, and yet they were recklessly endangering the very people they were supposedly trying to rescue.

"Idiots!" Blake growled, his wand now glowing with power.

He unleashed a volley of stunning spells that tore through the air like beams of light.

The effect was immediate. Aurors dropped one after another, their bodies crumpling to the ground as Blake's magic overwhelmed them.

"Agh!"

"Impossible!"

"How is he this strong?"

The remaining Aurors hesitated, their confidence wavering. Blake didn't give them time to regroup. Another burst of red light erupted from his wand, sweeping through their ranks with surgical precision.

Cassandra and Fleur watched in stunned silence.

"How is he… doing that?" one of the Aurors managed to stammer before being hit by another spell.

[Ding! Shocked emotion detected!]

The familiar chime of the system in Blake's mind brought a brief smile to his lips. The notifications were relentless now, each one marking another surge of awe, fear, or disbelief from his opponents.

Within minutes, the chaotic alley fell silent. The street was littered with unconscious Aurors, and Blake stood alone, his wand still raised in a defensive posture.

"Who else wants some?!" Blake shouted, his voice echoing ominously.

No answer came.

Behind him, Fleur and Cassandra stared in awe. They had seen Blake fight before, during their time in the Otherworld, but never like this. Back then, he had relied on enchanted weapons to fend off a monstrous foe. That had been impressive, but this? This was something else entirely.

He had just taken on a squad of Aurors—trained professionals—singlehandedly. Not only that, but he had done it while protecting them from harm.

Cassandra's cheeks flushed slightly as she watched Blake lower his wand, his confidence and composure unshaken. She prided herself on being strong, but at this very moment, she couldn't help but admire him.

Fleur, already harbouring deep feelings for Blake, felt her affection intensify. She rushed to his side, examining him for injuries.

"Are you hurt?" she asked, her voice soft with concern.

Blake smirked. "Not a scratch."

[Ding! Shocked emotion detected!]

The system's incessant chimes reminded him of just how ridiculous the situation had become. Turning to the girls, he spoke firmly. "You need to go home."

"But…" Cassandra began, her hesitation clear. Fleur looked equally reluctant.

"You've been away for too long," Blake continued. "Your families are worried sick. Do you think they'd put up such a massive bounty if they weren't desperate to find you? And if you don't go back, I'll keep being hunted as a kidnapper."

His words hit home. Cassandra sighed, nodding reluctantly. "Fine. I'll go back. But I'll make sure my parents know the truth."

"Me too," Fleur agreed, her voice resolute.

Blake wasted no time. With a wave of his wand, he conjured a shimmering dimensional gate. One by one, the girls stepped through, vanishing into the safety of their respective homes.

For a moment, Blake stood alone in the alley, surveying the aftermath. The unconscious Aurors, the smoldering remnants of spells—it was a stark reminder of the trouble that followed him wherever he went.

"Time to move," he muttered, opening another portal for himself.

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