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Canoc growled hoarsely in his throat. Emma, his sweet Emma, bloodied and butchered. Screaming for him. He fought against his bonds. Blood pooled from the multiple gashes further weakening him. He tried to struggle further but his body gave up, became limp, nearly lifeless. He panted and...

Canoc felt a soft hand stroke his head. He opened his cloudy eyes and made a fatal error. He locked eyes with the woman kneeling beside him. The female Death Eaters were the worst, the most deranged. Men were straightforward in their cruelty but a woman she could be the most brutal creature...

Canoc's battered old body jerked and still tremored as the curse was lifted from him. He felt every one of his one hundred and fifty two years. He sucked in a breath deeply through his nose. Time was ceasing. It could have been hours or minutes that passed. The tremors subsided. He could...

Canoc locked his tongue firmly to the roof of his mouth, accurately reading the intent behind those cold inhuman eyes as the blond man cast the curse on him. His body tensed and flopped like a fish in the chair as pain, excruciating pain, wracked his body. As his pupils narrowed into tiny...

Canoc's shoulders began to shake and great gasping noises escaped him. He leaned forward, his head dropped and it sounded like sobs were wracking the old man. Then he threw his head back and the sounds were very distinct. Great guffaws of bitter laughter left the lips tightened with pain. He...

Canoc's rheumy blue eyes widened fractionally before a chill entered them to mix with the pain. "Don't sully her name, ye coward. Ye deal with me, not the dead." His wife, his darling Emma. He dreaded where his thoughts would take him. They're not get those precious memories from him. Not...

Canoc coughed and felt blood begin a steady trickle from the corner of his mouth. It wouldn't be long now he knew. His thin mouth twisted in sick amusement. Perhaps he'd die and leave the bastards wanting. He raised his murky blue eyes to peer at the figure in front of him. "Cowards, hiding...

Canoc hissed as the pain doubled, tripled until it was a steady pulse. Consciousness returned to him and for a moment he wished for that awful yawning black darkness to swallow him whole and take him to his sweet wife. He hacked, his breath wheezing. Someone above him said something. He...

Canoc was filled with a thick seeping fog, clouding all thought except for the pain. Oh yes, the pain. It was constant, throbbing, seething agony. A million times worse than any physical injury he had endured in his long lifetime. Which he was pretty sure was about to be cut off. He...

Canoc growled and tried clamping his fingers down on his staff. As if the fates were against him, at that same moment his injured shoulder gave a throb and his hand spasmed, loosening his grip. He didn't have time to let it sink in that they felt he was defenseless-he was old, very old and...

Canoc's eyes narrowed even further as Miss Weasley, oh yes he remembered her quite clearly, spoke. The look on her young face was ugly as was the tone of her words. He nearly guffawed in relief as he realized she wasn' a student at all. Polyjuice? How would they have gotten a hair from the...

Although his shoulder pained him with a steady throb, Canoc gave no show. His face and voice took on a cheerful tone. He planted his staff's end in the dirt and leaned upon it. "Well now, tis a party I've bin invited ta, is it?" Inside his mind was a seething mass of rage. He wasn' about to...

Canoc felt the magic rush toward him and did his level best to duck out of the way. He felt the spell cut into his shoulder and snarled, flecks of blood coating his cloak. He touched his fingertips to the wound before discounting it. It was shallow and the shallow cuts bled the worst. "Better...

Canoc discounted what moving so fast would do to his bones the next day and spun around, pointed his staff at the trees the voice came from and bellowed, "CONFRINGO!" A line of trees exploded and debris scattered the forest floor. He waited to see if the young'n would make himself known now...

Canoc wondered why he didn't simply turn around and blast the young man for trying to get the drop on him. He blamed his old age for turning him into a sour old coot, happy to give false hopes to young'ns then take pleasure in smacking them down the old fashioned way. His steps were a bit...

Canoc slowed his steps and made a great show of tying his shoes. His movements were exaggerated, giving him a good view of the young'n following him. Hippogryffs made less noise. He straightened up, leaning heavily on his walking staff. He walked on and began to whistle a short, snappy tune...

Former Professor of Care of Magical Creatures Canoc Taggart stumbled over a fallen log. It spanned the dead length of forest in the aptly named Forbidden Forrest that he wondered about in with a purpose. It was common knowledge that he was returning one last time before his retirement was...

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