Name:Chadwick Zachary Braeden
Occupation:Magical Law Professor, Muggle Defenses Professor
Blood Type:Pure
Wand:Ivy, 12 inches, pliable and swishy, Core: Eyelash of a Siren
Broom:N/A
Attire:Jeans, Black Sleeveless Shirt
Location:Room Of Requirement- 2nd Floor
Travel:N/A
Tagging:Norah
When Norah told him she wanted to hear the story in full detail he looked at her, "Alright I'll tell ya" ,he said. He reached over and pulled a cigarette from the pack on the table and lit it before he started talking, it was something to calm his nerves a bit for whenever he thought back to the day he received the scar it hurt him emotionally and he would sometimes get worked up. He took a drag from the cigarette then blew the smoke out. "I'm gonna warn you some parts may be a bit gruesome" ,he stated before taking another drag. He held Norah close as they laid there she made it so much easier to tell the story and stay calm.
Chadwick took a deep breath and let it out before he began, "A few years ago I was in a group of soldiers, they called us ghosts because we were rarely ever seen or caught while on missions we were pure stealth and we were the guys they sent to take care of things the American government didn't like and that they couldn't send the actual army into because it would be against their laws" ,he began. "The group was called in by a crooked government official offering a half a mil of American muggle cash to each of the group members, the mission was to go into Cuba during the night and blow up a building where they made cocaine to ship into the U.S, at the time that's how they made money, Americans would buy the drugs and the Cubans would use half the money to make more the other half being profit. These people kept their little 'business' hidden from their own government for years and we were about to go in there and fuck it all up".
Chadwick paused for a moment to take another drag off of his cigarette before continuing, "Any way the five of us were dropped into the jungle while it was pitch black by helicopter a few miles from our target, the chopper was scheduled to meet back up with us within 24 hours. Me and my men made our way through the jungle and let me tell you it's no walk in the park, we had done similar missions to this one numerous times so we were confident it would go according to plan the problem is a few of the guys got cocky, thought they were untouchable I kept telling them to keep a clear head but their ego's wouldn't allow them too, there was one other man that was on the same page I was his name Paul, he was a short little Italian guy and was a hell of a soldier he was also the only family I had, of course we weren't blood related I had met him a few years before the mission at a bar in Knoxville Tennessee and taught him every thing he knew, he was a scrawny little punk when I had met him, only 17 years old he much like myself had no family so I took him under my wing, he was the only muggle who knew about me being a wizard and he took the secret to the grave". Chadwick paused again and took a drag of his cigarette.
"Any way I'm getting off topic, just wanted you to know who this guy was to me because it's a key part of the story" ,he told her. "My men kept fucking around and acting like we were going to a fucking party, they were too loud and someone ended up spotting us before we even got to the building, of course we had no idea it was the middle of the night and we didn't think that many people would be watching this place. When we finally got to the building the three other men in my group were shot dead on sight me and Paul made a run for it but were caught and taken in as prisoners, we heard our captors talking about sending our heads back in boxes to the president to make an example, they threw us into a cage and took our guns and any other weapon we had on us my wand was tucked away in my boot and to be honest they didn't check us too thoroughly even if they did they wouldn't have thought anything of a piece of wood and probably would've left it on me anyway. We sat in that cage for an hour, Paul sat there shaking I could see the utter terror in the boy's eyes and knew he was holding back tears he was afraid, he knew he was gonna die, after an hour one of the men holding us came into the room with two big guys I heard them say 'Take out the little guy first' , my heart pounded in my chest as they grabbed Paul and dragged him into the next room, as soon as they were out of sight I took my wand out and unlocked the cage door and made a beeline for the room they had Paul in" ,Chadwick paused again only this time he didn't take a drag off of his cigarette, he took in a deep breath to fight back the tears he felt swell up in his eyes.
"When I got in the room I seen Paul hanging from the ceiling by his wrists, they were beating him with a piece of wood that had nails sticking out of it, I hit the two bigger guys with the killing curse but by the time I went to kill the third he had slit Paul's throat, I killed him too then untied Paul from the ceiling and carried him out of that damn place and ran with him in my arms until we reached a safer place, I fell to my knees out of exhaustion and held on to Paul I was going to apparate out of there when Paul looked up at me, his last words were, 'Don't let me die here Chad, take me out of here, don't let me die here' before I could get him out of there I heard him take a deep breath and died right there in my arms, I apparated his body to somewhere nice gave him a proper burial then I tried to kill myself, I summoned a knife and tried to stick it into my heart and when it wouldn't go all the way through I screamed, cried I wanted to die, I wanted to tell Paul I was sorry for letting him die in that shithole but something prevented that blade from going all the way in to this day I don't know why".
Chadwick finished off his cigarette then put it out, he turned on his side and cuddled into Norah wanting to be held. "And that's the story behind that tiny little scar on my heart" ,he stated softly.
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