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</div><br/>Slipping past Hawke's defenses was surprisingly easy, Albiorix supposed that since the bond had already been created between the two and Hawke was already slightly off his game. So once he found himself in the cloudy mist of Hawke's mind Albi wasted no time to latch on to the first memory he could force the Auror to recall. Though instead of finding himself in some foreign scene, he found himself in one he found remarkably familiar. Watching helplessly as the boy's father punished him for his god given gifts. But just when Albi was sure the worst was to come, the boy summoned a force of magic to protect him and his brother both. Albi tried to linger within the scene to see what played out next but he could already feel the scene beginning to shift away, he could feel the pain Hawke felt recalling it and before he knew it he was plunged back into the darkness.<br/><br/>Before emerging within Hogwarts once more, though unlike most of Albi's memories within the great halls of the school, he found that this one was slightly sour for Hawke. Though it explained his skill with Occulemency, though it wasn't really helping him now, was it.<br/><br/>Albiorix pushed along, uninterested in seeing the rest of the scene as he hunted for something deeper, something that Hawke had guarded. He sought out Hawke's father and once more the ugly man's face formed within the darkness. Again he found the man shaming the younger Hawke for his magic. Albi began to wonder what was different between him and Hawke, what caused the man to continue to believe that muggles were worth associating with. And once more it was the man's weakness for them that led to further punishment and pain. And once more Albi was forced onward but instead of a pleasant memory, he found himself staring as Hawke kneeled before a few familiar faces. Though as he tried to concentrate on the scene his own mind kept finding himself back in the home of Frederick as he employed the same tactics. Instead, now he felt both Hawke and Frederick's pain. He nearly wanted to move forward, but he knew that this physical pain was nothing in comparison to what Hawke was feeling recalling the memory. Finally, the scene shifting back to the dark scene of Hawke just when a woman came bursting in flying spells at the death eaters. Albi dug his mind deep into the memory trying to remain there as the scene began to blur. Though as he was ripped away he at least he had caused some damage to his mind and whatever walls he had created there.<br/><br/>Before finally, he found himself yet again in the home as an older Hawke faced his pig-headed father. Though something about this memory was different, there was a desire that Albi could feel, a darkness that he almost mistook for his own need for revenge but as Hawke aimed his wand at his father, he could tell this is exactly what he wanted. He grinned with glee as he saw the man preparing to kill him, he could feel the real desire behind the wand, but at the last second, he felt the spells shifting.<br/><br/>Knowing he was about to be expelled he focused all of his might on the scene as he tried to forcefully change the memory. He had heard of others, altering memories, but usually, it was done by the host. Albi was just a parasite looking in. But he tried with all his magical might. Changing just a few moments. Forcing Hawke to remember killing his father. He didn't know if it would cause any lasting effects, but it was something, anything was better than nothing even if it only skewed the man's memory instead of changing it.<br/><br/>Before Albi knew it he was seated back at the inn, many of its patrons staring dumbfounded at them as they had just been locked in each other's mind. The moment Albi realized where he was again he pulled out his wand ready to do duel with the trained Auror, watching as he tried to stun Albi just as he himself shouted. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Obliviate-</span>" He shot towards the man but his spell fell a second too short, the two spells mashing together though Albiorix's battled the stunning spell back, only because Hawke was now gone from his seat in the tavern.<br/><br/>Albiorix thought it was over then, the man had escaped with most of his memory intact. And Albi had slipped right out from the ministries clutches once more. Well, until he noticed the other patrons of the bar rising from their seats as they pulled out their wands. It seemed that whatever had happened, they knew Albiorix must have been a threat if a known Auror apparated away from him like that. Before the first could even mutter a spell towards Albi, he pulled the second wand from his side as he yelled "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Protego Maxima!</span>" To which a shimmering field of protection formed around Albi just as the first spells bounced upon it. With his real wand in his other hand, he aimed towards the bar decorated with liquor bottles, "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Reducto!</span>" He spat out as he saw the bottles exploding, sending glass and alcohol all over the bar.<br/><br/>While his other wand kept the forcefield up Albi pointed his mian wand towards the fireplace at the far end of the tavern. He focused upon it as he put his talent with Transfiguration to the test. As he felt the field around him beginning to break he saw the flames leap to life, swooping out of the fireplace in the form of a giant bird as it flew within the tavern, setting everything already doused with alcohol alight including its patrons. With this new distraction, Albi felt the force field finally wan as a few spells collided with him, dropping the second wand, Albiorix he swung his main wand around in a wide sweeping motion. Causing Albi to turn into a pure black smoke as he flew out one of the nearby windows into the cold dark night of London. He could have just apparated out but he didn't want to risk a witch grabbing hold of him and teleporting with him.<br/><br/>So he raced through the skies away from the tavern as he saw the building slowly becoming engulfed in flames, though he held no remorse, he knew the patrons could fix it with a simple charm and those who were injured would find healing in St. Mungo's. So he flew effortlessly to the edge of town until he felt exhaustion beginning to set in, the mind battle with Hawke and then the actual duel with a half a dozen other wizards had taken its toll. Finally making Albi swoop out of the sky as he collided into a small grassy plain outside of town.<br/><br/>Albiorix rolled a few feet upon the hard cold dirt till he fell to a rest, his eyes looking up towards the stars as he breathed heavily. His entire body was aching as he remained still. He could feel a pool of liquid soaking the side of his robes though he did nothing, for now, laying still in the empty plain as he tried to muster the power to rise up, but it never quite did, and before Albiorix could fight the urge, he felt his eyes drifting shut as he floated into unconsciousness. His mind returning to the awful memories that Hawke forced him to relive.