2 Blood feud

Chapter 2

"Put more strength into it, he is heavy."

"We should have stripped him naked."

"And do what afterwards? Die?"

Two men were walking in the black-marbled hallways of the Ministry Atrium, hand in hand with another in their custody, clad in leather battle suit with covered face mask and red glasses carved out of it. (cover pic)

"We should be happy to have him unconscious as it is, who knows what will happen if he wakes up Robards."

"Don't say my name in front of him." The man, Robards looked to and fro his Auror partner and the unconscious man they had custody of before bringing him to the emergency Wizengamot session.

*chuckle*

The chuckle did not help in changing Robards and his partner's complexions, if only did it make it paler than it already was.

They paced up to reach the Wizengamot chambers earlier than they meant to be, the chambers filled with Gentleman and Ladies of different pedigree to judge the fate of the said man, and more of similar orientation of faith such as his.

The Scribe at the door nods and turns to the Lords and Ladies of the Wizengamot to entertain their needs.

"The Wizengamot acknowledges the arrest of Lord Mendax, Althan the 41st Mendax on charges of conspiracy, terrorism and treason against the British Magical Community. The defence may bring their arguments."

Althan looked up around the chamber, at the topmost seats were the famous faces- Albus Dumbledore, the Chief Warlock, Something-first-name Bagnold the Minister of Magic, Barteimus Crouch Senior, the head of the DMLE.

His eyes wandered around, finally to see what he wanted to see- his nephew, Adrian, the most probable candidate for Mendax Lordship after him, his protégé, taking the duties of Lordship as the heir, not that it mattered to him.  Althan gave an upward nod, which received an understanding nod from his heir. (Adrian- cover pic)

"I will interrogate the accused" Heir Mendax addressed the hearing bench, before walking down the Wizengamot sitting arrangements to the stage. 

"You may interrogate the accused." The Minister replied belatedly, angry at the blatant insubordination in the Ministry chambers.

Bagnold was, after all, someone who looked down on the Lords of the higher hierarchy. Catching Mendax as a Death Eater relieved her to no bounds, showing there was no one above her Laws, the Laws of the Ministry. 

'Do what you want Mendax, your Lord has been confirmed a Death Eater no less by half the current attendees of the Wizengamot. I will enjoy this day to no end,  with no ends of Sanctions and punishments on the Ancient, Noble or any of the entitled houses.'

Adrian however, walked closer to his Lord, who was bound there in the centre of the stage. Both the leather-clad men in black looking at each other. One kneeling before the other.

"One vial of veritaserum for the-"

"No need." Adrian cut off the Scribe, knowing Veritaserum was never needed in the chat between the Mendax. Not that it ever worked.

Their words were self-explaining, but meaning a thousand meanings. Prius scriber loqui, Written wins over Spoken.

Althan removed his bindings, and unbuttoned his wrist part of his jacket, revealing the Dark Mark of the most feared dark Lord in history, Voldemort.

*Bang*

The gate to the Ministry hall was shut opened, Aurors running around to surround the now free Lord Mendax.

"ON THE GROUND! SURRENDER!"

"Shut your mouth please," Adrian said, checking the Dark Mark on the hand of Althan.

"There is no need for aggression, go back to your posts." He continued.

"Stay, we would like to be safe in our Ministry chambers," Bagnold ordered, the Aurors complying, standing around the Mendax Lord-heir duo. Adrian just gave an empty stare to the Minister, nobody knowing what his expression was behind the mask.

He turned back to Althan.

"Did you have it writ-?"

"I did."

…

"Then you understand-?"

"I do."

*sigh*

*snap* "Avada Kedavra."

Snapping his fingers made a green light emerge from his index finger, reaching the chest of Altman and taking his life from him then and there. The much-decorated Lord fell as a corpse.

"Nobody moves," Adrian said, unsure of the reaction of the surrounding Aurors.

"Arrest the MENDAX!"  Bagnold shouted, but none of the Aurors followed the command, fearing the consequences of such an action. They had just watched someone use the Killing curse with the snap of his fingers, without a wand.

"On what charges? This is a family matter of the Mendax. We will have no interference in our Family matters, thank you very much, Minister."

"You are not above the Law Lord Mendax, you just used an Unforgivable in the Ministry Atrium no less! Surely you did not think there would be no consequences!" She continued, making fair points.

"I am very much above the Law Minister, the family matters of the Mendax are of no consequences to the public, no less on the whims of the Minister. I will hear no counterarguments to it, as it is my right to keep family matters private, due whatever titles my House has due to its date of origin."

"This is an unaccepted notion Lord Mendax, the Ministry cannot differentiate crimes based on who does the crime." The Chief Warlock interjected, showing off his Magical Power to calm the surroundings.

"I respect you out of the power you wield, Dumbledore. But as I said there would be no arguments made to the case. I am sure you can all come together and put me down, but the next person questioning the ways of the Mendax will have a blood feud declared, as is the power I wield as its Lord."

"Do not threaten the Lords of the Wizengamot Lord Mendax, it is un-."

"Again, I respect you out of the power you wield Dumbledore, hence I ignore your intervention in our matters, giving you and all the Wizards and Witches present here one more chance. The next person to make an argument will have a blood feud declared against." Adrian stared at Dumbledore. "You are already an endangered species Dumbledore, with only the two of you. Don't make it my family's duty to make you extinct."

"YOU CANNOT JUST STAIN THE PUREST SANCTUM OF THE MINISTRY AND WALK FREE WITHOUT CONSEQUENCES MENDAX!" Bagnold shouted, confident that the statement was nothing but words, as it happened with Dumbledore once.  It was the arrogance of the Blacks, the Ollivanders and the Mendax which irritated her, gave her an itch at the back of her head since always that made her ambitious, to the point where a Hufflepuff such as her grew to become a Minister of Magic.

*sigh*

"The House of Mendax declares a blood feud with the House of Bagnold. So mote it be."

…

"Huh?"