#2deaths

 Rabastan trailed silently behind Marcus Scabior who had already made his way up to Moonshine’s door. The knock echoed throughout the dense forest, and Rabastan hoped that all would go to plan. They needed this potion, and if Marcus failed, it would be his job to carry it out. Not that he ever had an issue carrying out orders. He had proven himself to be a faithful servant.

The door opened, and Marcus disappeared inside. When they came the first time, Rabastan opted to be as far from the scene as he could manage, this time, however, he was using a disillusionment charm. If Moonshine betrayed them, and Marcus was destroyed, being 50 meters away would be idiotic. So Rabastan moved, staying very still next to the kitchen window as he saw Moonshine offer a cup of tea to Marcus Scabior. The offer was accepted and the deal seemed to be going without incident. Until, that is, the cup of tea previously being clutched in Marcus’ shattered across the wooden floorboards. His face was turning purple, his body was collapsing inside of itself. This was most certainly not in the plan.

Rabastan ran inside, and saw Moonshine make a move for his wand. Instead, Rabastan, without hesitation, said “Avada Kedavra!”. Regulus Moonshine joined Marcus Scabior on the floor, the latter of whom seemed to be foaming from the mouth as he made his last few attempts at breathing. They were futile. The tea had been laced, with, what Rabastan assumed, was the very potion that they had forced Moonshine into making. There were no hard feelings on Rabastan’s part. Marcus Scabior meant nothing to him, and Regulus Moonshine had performed the only task they needed him for.

He left with the potions, having apparated both bodies back to Lestrange Manor, telling his House Elf to bury one, and wait for him to bring Marcus' body over to the Scabior house. Now, however, was where he was supposed to come in; the plan was simple, lace a muggle village with poison through their water supply. It was experimental, and this town would merely be the first guinea pig used. If the destruction was not swift enough, or detrimental enough, new methods would be found. But getting rid of millions of beings was not a simple task, no, it had been tried for thousands of years and no one had been able to achieve that ultimate goal; the cleansing of a species. So, Rabastan apparated away from the house with two bodies, and arrived in a small village called Romsey. It was situated in Hampshire, the south-east of England, and its occupants had done nothing to make anyone particularly angry. They existed, and that was enough. The town was the perfect size, manageable for the sort of experiment they were going for, and large enough to kill hundreds of people.

Rabastan, having seen the plans for the town, knew where their Water Tower was located, and headed for that, a large smile on his face as his body responded to the magic that he had just performed. Killing. It started to leave him with a sort of high, one that left him more manic than usual, a little more off kilter. There was, however, still a job to do, and his tingling nerves would have to last as he climbed up to the water tower, his disillusionment charm still very much protecting him from the animal like eyes of the muggles surrounding him.

He reached the top, and carefully cut a hole into the outside of the tower, it was small enough that only a small vial of potion could be let in, and he did. He dumped the toxic contents into the water, watching as it spread throughout, mixing, diluting, knowing that even in small amounts, this was deadly.