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</div><br/>Albiorix walked along the paved walkway down a very long and thin alleyway. The house stood tall on each side of him, rising high into the sky, blocking out a majority of the bright sky above. He wore a thick black leather cloak. It covered the entirety of his form and Albioix was surprised it still fit. He had lost a lot of weight over the last year but despite that the cloak fit like a glove. As he moved down the pathway he stopped in front of a small light blue townhouse that stood wall to wall, sandwiched between two larger brown townhouses. 1733 Crestmont Drive. A muggle by the name of Fredrick Davis lived alone in this old home, he used to be a sheriff, back in his day. Presiding over a small village by the name of Southwick before retiring four years ago and moving to London. This is where Albiorix's journey began. Albiorix stood in silence a moment, looking up at the innocent looking house, slowly raising his long thin hood over his head before reaching at his side to pull his wand out. He waved the thin black wand in front of his face as wisps of smoke clouded his vision and the entirety of his face. Within seconds the tendrils of smoke became solid, turning into shiny reflective silver.<br/><br/>With his mask finally on, he stepped forward up the steps towards the door calmly. Though instead of knocking politely on the old mahogany door, Albi raised his wand, flicking it in a sideways v formation. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Reducto.</span>" Which caused the door to fly open with a loud bang. Splinters of wood raining across the pleasant interior of the sheriff's home. The house was once more silent as Albiorix stepped into the home, Albi almost thought that Fredrick might not be home for a moment. Albi stepping further into the pleasant home. A vase of roses sitting on a small end table beside a large set of stairs. As Albiorix stepped further into the home he heard something creak above head. His gaze looking towards the white ceiling above him as he stood silent. Seconds later, another creak. With that Albiorix darted up the steps with a quickness, he was not in the mood for a sneaky approach, storming up the steps into a long hallway. He rushed down the hallway to the door closest to the front of the house, where he had heard the footsteps moments before. He flicked his wand again and the door was reduced to ashes without even a word breathed from Albi's lips.<br/><br/>Albiorix stepped into the doorway as he looked upon an older man standing terrified near the window. Looking to be in his late 50's, clearly still fit for his age. His once brown hair new a dusty ashen color. The man looked bewildered towards Albiorix, his terror decreasing a bit as he looked down, seeing a stick instead of a gun. Before speaking. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">H-How did you do that? What are you go-gonna do with that? Poke me?</span>" Even in these moments of terror, it seemed the old man's cocky personality reared its heads. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">You don't remember me, do you?</span>" Albi spoke softly as he stared coldly under his mask at the man, chuckling a bit as if he found something amusing. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Of course you don't, but you will soon. Imperio!</span>" He yelled as a cloud of golden smoke escaped his wand, floating over to the man before he suddenly began to calm greatly, seeming partially dazed. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Now, you're gonna sit in that chair by the window and we're gonna take a walk down memory lane.</span>" And with that, the man slowly walked over to the chair completely obediently. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Why- why am I doing this?</span>" The man spoke, an inkling of fear in his voice as he sat down.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">I'll be asking the questions, I don't have time for yours. You won't speak unless spoken to, you are going to answer my questions truthfully and you will not make any noise at all.</span>" Albiorix commanded as he turned towards the ashen door. Pointing his wand at the doorway as he muttered '<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Protego Totalum</span>'. Which would prevent any muggles from walking in on Albi's little interrogation. Making the two invisible from the other side of the door.<br/><br/>Albiorix turned back to Fredrick as he sat, looking at Albi in complete silence. Albi flicked his wrist as a chair appeared out of nowhere across from Fredrick. His cloak flowing behind him as he moved to sit opposite the frightened man. Albiorix sat silently for a moment as he stared the man in the eyes. His mind racing with thoughts, urges just to kill him swiftly, but he couldn't not in this state, not yet. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">You were the sheriff in Southwick?</span>" Albiorix asked, despite knowing the answer. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Correct.</span>" The man answered simply, much to Albiorix's satisfaction. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">And you were sheriff during the year... 1978?</span>" "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">That was my third year, as sheriff.</span>" Albi wasted no time as he quickly asked the next question. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Do you remember a man, Harrol Kane?</span>" Leaning forward as he watched the man carefully. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">No.</span>"<br/><br/>Albiroix frowned under his mask as he remained silent for a moment. So they had removed Harrol from their memory completely, it wouldn't be easy, making them remember, especially when an expert such as those wizards that worked for Oblivator's was the one to administer the memory charm. No matter.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Crucio.</span>" Albiorix's wand was up in seconds, and it acted without hesitation. Immediately the man's face went red, his eyes bulged as Albiorix saw the deep rooted pain that the torture charm was administering. The man couldn't scream out in pain, which seemed for most, only to make the pain even greater. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Then this will continue, till you remember. When you remember the name Harrol Kane, tell me. And the pain will stop.</span>" Albiorix said in a cold tone, the pain unending and it seemed that Albi could not care even in the slightest.