Crixus smiled lowly to himself as Ceres's sister bounded down stairs excited about her very first year to Hogwarts, she was quite full of energy especially so early in the morning. Crixus was almost tired looking at her energy, he was not much of a morning person anymore then he was much of an early riser. Ceres turned towards him one last time before she left for the kitchen she spoke of his comment about being alone, merely nodding he said nothing more on the subject for there was nothing he could say that she might accept from him, even in distress she held more hope in herself then Crixus held onto. Sitting down on the nearby chair he waited silently for the time to pass by, for some reason Ceres saying that he would not be alone for a year because they would be together brought him an ounce of joy. He wanted her to be right about no one truly being alone, but she did not yet understand his past to know the truth about himself, and the chances were she may never know, for one thing he never did was talk of himself to others. Soon enough the minutes passed to hours and before long Crixus was standing on a loud platform full of young witches and wizards making their way onto the train for Hogwarts. 

Crixus stood stoic and silent as he kept a watchful eye on the surroundings, he did not believe anything would happen on the platform that would be a bit too bold for any dark wizard but it was better safe then sorry either way. He watched the Solar family give their goodbyes as he felt a twinge in his chest. He would never admit it but he envied the relationship their family had, in fact he envied and relationship a family had with each other. He never had a mother nor a father so he would not know what such love must feel like, his earlier recollections were always of himself surviving from place to place, small villages throughout a plush country side, bits of food here and there and dark cellars in which he would find shelter in when the weather was least favorable. It was not an ideal life but it was his life none the less and he did not regret it nor did he feel sad from it... still he did wonder what having a family would be like. Turning his attention to Mr. Solar he spoke of Ceres and leaving her in his hands, and also that she was like the wind, if only he knew about the earlier incident however Crixus kept that to himself, there was no need to worry anyone.

[b]"Don't worry Mr. Solar I will keep my eye's on her as much as possible and more. She will be safe with me I guarantee it."[/b]

The train whistle blew loudly signalling the leaving of the train, Crixus gave a Curtis nod to the Solar family and boarded the train behind Ceres and Minthe. Following them at a fast pace he entered the car as they leaned out of the window of the train and waved with the rest of the students to their parents on the platform. Soon enough the train was moving faster and the platform disappeared quickly being replaced by an ever green country on all sides. Crixus reached into his pocket and pulled out the black magically enhanced coin bag. Opening it he stuck his hand down inside, keeping his arm still something black suddenly started to exit the bag going up his arm, soon enough a black snake that resembled a Basilisk wrapped itself around the back of Crixus's neck resting its head on his arm. Its forked tongue flicked out a couple times as its eye's slowly closed and it seemed to float off into what seemed to be a peaceful slumber. Crixus reached his hand over and slowly petted the serpents head silently. The ride would be long so he might as well let Basil out for a while to get some fresh air.

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[b]"She is on her way to Hogwarts, it would seem that she was able to allude us again... this is becoming quite a spectacle to be sure. How is it that a witch with no magical talent has been able to avoid not only a group of witches and wizards but our trained assassin whom is now in the hands on the ministry. You do realize that the Dark Lord is not going to take this news with much enthusiasm. The list of failures is at its end Survius."

"You think I don't know that? My assassin may have failed but compared to a whole group failing it does not quite go together on the scale. Besides from what the reports indicated she was protected by some mysterious stranger whom dispatched my assassin within mere seconds, so we both know that means the Auror Office has stuck their nose in our business, but whats your excuse pervell"[/b]

Both of the wizards talked among themselves silently as they sat at the large wooden table which adorned the huge dining room which was nestled in among many ancient bookshelves aligned with many various items which one would mostly find in old mansions including Persian rugs, old portraits and various candlers which were darkened. Neither one of the men desired to be in this room, in fact neither one desired to be anywhere near the location of the room in which they sat but the choice was not theirs. They both knew better then most what failure would result in, both turned their heads shakily as the large wooden doors creaked open at the end of the room and a large figure clad in a tattered black robe slowly made its way into the room. It silently glided aside as another entered and took the opposite side. They were dementors, a vile creature that many a wizard feared, especially the ones who were under the control of another. The room became fiercely chilled before one last figure slowly made into the room. The figure was that of a person dressed in an elegant yet large cloak, their head was hooded and a black mask adorned their face.

The figure was silent as they made their way to the large chair at the head of the table, taking a seat the dementors each took a side beside them and stood still floating in the air. Neither of the men in the room had the gall to look up at the figure at the head of the table, in fact they were trying hard not to make any facial contact at all. They sat in dead silence for what seemed like forever before the figure at the head of the table spoke in a deep chilling voice.

[b]"The girls lives... she goes to Hogwarts... you have failed me."[/b]

The voice was like a hiss of air, a deep hiss of air that felt like a cold chill down your back. Both of the men immediately stood up and put themselves on the floor like two scolded dogs and bowed on either side of the table, sweat was already trickling down the sides of their heads. 

[b]"Bring them to me now.."[/b]

The Dementors swirled into the air at a fast pace and went forward with a purpose, grabbing both men by their throats with a black cold hand they were lifted into the air and pulled straight to the figure at the front of the table, they were gasping for air as the Dementors slowly started to suck at them, stealing precious life from their bodies, feeding on the fear. The figure slowly removed their wand and pointed it at Pervell, with the smallest of movements a green curse left its tip and smashed straight into the exposed chest of the man. He was dead almost instantly, his body fell to the floor hard with a sick smack as the wand was moved to Survius. The Dementor as if one cue dropped him down to the floor and there was yet another sick smack as he yelled in pain from the hard stone beneath.

[b]"One more chance Survius... the girl must die... If you fail me again then you shall receive not a merciful death like Pervell but you shall endure the kiss of the Dementor. You are not charged with our forces, lead them... kill her... I do not care how or for anymore excuses. Now go.."[/b]