He had checked in from time to time, always from a distance, never interfering. Watching from afar only to DISAPPEAR as he was quick to apparate away from the scene. So many rumours seemed to swirl around the boy, even as he kept an eye on him. First, it was his death at the hands of COWARDLY Aurors that sought to kill anything they might not understand. Then he lived but tales of a prophecy and the Lestrange family were all anyone had to speak of when it came to the boy. Even so, he had watched over him, seen the boy practically SCRAMBLE to uncover his true identity. Matters which Salazar could not help, not since he had cut ties with many of the other Pureblood families of Europe.
But then it was that he had sided with Grindlewald. There was irony there, many of Salazar’s beliefs aligning with the other dark wizard. That their kind should not have to hide from the Muggles, that they were SUPERIOR and did not deserve to be forced into the shadows. Still, Salazar kept out of such affairs, keeping to the shadows as he had for centuries as many wars had come and gone. Politics were often a thing he kept out of save for making allies in certain places so he could merely know what was to come. But he was not afraid of Grindelwald nor would he shrink away from the one he had begun to watch over regardless of what CONSEQUENCES may come should the other find his plot interfered with.
It was late, an honest coincidence when he had spotted the figure following the boy. Into an alleyway, the Auror perhaps using a charm to muffle his own footsteps and the shadows making it easy to hide in. It would have been best to look away, to let the boy handle it on his own, but he couldn’t keep OUT of it all forever. Salazar’s own footsteps followed, waiting until they were clear of the open streets before his wand was drawn. Precision once more needed in between the narrow walkway of the alley. To align oneself with such a PUBLIC enemy, of course others would be after him. The snuff out Grindelwald’s powers, they would go after his allies and Credence was, by far, one of the most DANGEROUS forces at his side.
Salazar watched the Auror raise his wand, the spell on the tip of his tongue, but he was quicker. The wooden instrument shot towards the target and a green BURST of light briefly illuminated the alleyway before the man crumpled onto the ground. Unmoving, eyes staring ahead, no signs of breathing from his chest. DEAD. The Killing Curse was simple enough, an effective weapon to cease life. He could have done much worse, the man in whatever afterlife there might be should have been GRATEFUL it was only that.
❝ You’re going to have to be more careful if you’re going to side with Grindelwald of all people, ❞ he spoke, his words clearly directed at Credence though Salazar didn’t so much as glance in his direction just yet. Instead, it was on the body between them, his boot reaching out to nudge the corpse as if to find any sort of REACTION. A force of habit, coming from a man that had been struck with the same curse many times and still lived and breathed. ❝ When I said to find others of our community, that was hardly what I meant. You’ve quite a knack for finding some of the worst people, don’t you? ❞
