(POV Sirius)

My eyes scanned over the papers spread out on the table. Each one contained information about the Malfoys - their daily routines, the places they visited, the friends they hung out with, and the tea parties Narcissa attended. I cross-checked the information to make sure it was correct, but my main focus was on Malfoy's most profitable businesses:

•  exporting and importing artifacts,
• selling potion ingredients from magical plants to animal parts
• magical creature husbandry.

My plan was simple. I wanted to attack these facilities and spook Malfoy into a defensive position, creating a barrier between him and his allies. The attacks would signal someone was taking revenge, and no one would want to paint a target on their back by helping Malfoy. The culprit would be impossible to find by masking the magical signature, sending the Aurors on a wild goose chase. This would make Malfoy look weak, and eventually, Elliot would invite him to France for business.

"So how are we going to mask our magical signature? With Malfoy's influence, he might even bring in people from the Department of Mysteries to search for us," Bella asked after our discussion.

Instead of answering her, I called out to Kreacher. "Kreacher, bring the box!" A box appeared on the floor with a thud. Opening it, I was greeted with guns, ammunition, dynamites, and grenades. I had a collection of firearms, including the M16A2, Kalashnikov, AMT Lightning pistol, and Astra A-100.

Looking at the box full of weapons, I couldn't help but smile. These firearms were old compared to modern weapons, but after adding some runes and enchantments, they would become even more powerful and leave no magical signature.

"Merlin! Don't tell me I'm going to be using muggle weapons to attack wizards," Bella exclaimed.

"Well, after I add some runes and enchantments, they will become pretty powerful. Most importantly, they will not leave any magical signatures," I replied, trying to ease her fears.

"But I don't want to use muggle stuff. I don't even know how to use them," she complained.

"And you won't use them, just drop some stuff," I said.

She huffed and walked away. "Fine, whatever."

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~ROOM~

Runes are symbols from ancient dead languages, such as Latin, Ancient Greek, and Old Norse. When you carve a symbol from one of these languages with intention, magic is brought to life corresponding to that intention. Depending on the formation, runes can be activated by absorbing ambient magic or your own magic. Currently, I am carving runes on guns.

ambient magic = ᚾᚨᛏᚢᚱᛖ ᛗᚨᚷᛁᚲ

fast = ᚠᚨᛋᛏ

muffled sound = ᛗᚢᚠᚠᛖᛚᛖᛞ ᛋᛟᚢᚾᛞ

absorbing heat = ᚨᛒᛟᛋᚱᛒᛁᚾᚷ ᚺᛖᚨᛏ

penetration = ᛈᛖᚾᛖᛏᚱᚨᛁᛟᚾ

One of my best works with runes is an amalgamation of a summoning charm and a variation of a "point me" charm. These runes have been carefully crafted to maximize their effectiveness, given my limited experience with this art.

Both the bullets and magazine have a summoning rune, represented by the symbol ᛋᚢᛗᛗᛟᚾᛁᚾᚷ(summoning rune), which will automatically refill the bullet into the magazine.

For the "point me" rune, it helps to aim directly at the target, thus reducing the chances of missing the shot.

Next, I added runes to the grenades and TNT. The first rune, ᛗᚨᛪᛁᛗᚢᛗ (maximum), will increase its output. The second rune, ᛁᚾᚡᛁᛋᛁᛒᛚᛖ (invisibility), will make the device invisible. Finally, the third rune, ᚱᛖᛗᛟᛏᛖ ᚲᛟᚾᛏᚱᛟᛚ (remote-controlled), will allow me to control the device remotely.

Holding the Astra A-100, I aimed it at the wall and fired "rat-tat-tat." The bullets penetrated the wall, leaving a hole in the center. Upon examining the result, I smiled with satisfaction.

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~Potions Ingredients Facility~Leeds~ Night Time

(Bellatrix POV)

I never had a fondness for herbology. To me, it always seemed like a class for weak individuals who were obsessed with meaningless plants. And now, as I fly over 200 feet above the facility garden, I can add flying to that list. Thank Merlin I never tried Quidditch.

Holding a muggle contraption that Sirius gave her, she powered on the rune, making it invisible. Sirius warned her that it was dangerous and she should use it with caution, but she remained skeptical. She threw the device downwards, moving on to other areas with open windows. Throwing it out of the window may have alerted someone, but they would find nothing. After checking her inventory and finding no more of the "grenades," she shrugged and flew away, keeping Sirius's warning in mind despite her skepticism. Once she was a safe distance away, she activated the other rune-powered object that Sirius called a "remote control." When nothing happened, she was amused and believed that muggles could never amount to anything.

"BOOOOOM!"

The night almost turned red; even at such a distance, she could feel heat waves on her skin. She was certain that if she was closer, she would have burned.

"Gulp." She flew away from the area. On her way home, she still couldn't get the picture of the explosion out of her mind. Fear clawed through her at the thought that all muggles could possess something like this..

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~Newcastle Artifact Facility~

(Sirius POV)

The adrenaline surged through my veins as I mentally prepared myself for the fight ahead. With my guns at the ready and my grip on the last Black Ward-breaking portkey tightening, I braced myself before pushing through the wards. My intrusion instantly set off alarms and alerted everyone.

As I heard shouting and questions from all directions, I quickly hurled low-powered grenades towards the sources of the noise. Chaos erupted around me as explosions tore through the air, scattering debris and thickening the air with smoke and dust.

Listening intently, I heard the faintest whisper of movement behind me. I pivoted just in time to lock eyes with a disoriented wizard stumbling out of the room. The surprise registered on his face, but he had no chance to react as a bullet pierced his skull.

I barely had time to react as a spell whizzed towards me. Ducking swiftly, I scanned the situation, taking in the injured wizards approaching from all directions, their robes singed and burns marring their skin.

"Blimey, the bloody bastard was the one who sent the explosion," one of them grumbled. "You dirty wanker, you will pay for this," another wizard spat. "Wait, he doesn't have a wand. What the hell is he? A Muggle?" a third wizard realized. "How did he break in? How did he cause the explosion?" they wondered aloud. "F*cking animal, we'll torture him until he talks," one of them snarled.

I didn't give them the chance to react. My guns roared to life, firing rapidly and taking out two of the wizards. They scrambled to raise their wands, and a barrage of spells flew at me like a hailstorm of deadly raindrops. I twisted, dodged, and leapt with remarkable agility, my enhanced physical prowess keeping me one step ahead. But the wizards were relentless, and their spells only grew more powerful and precise.

Amidst my evasive maneuvers, I continued to fire, picking off the wizards one by one. The narrow space of the corridors forced me to take several cutting and rotting curses on my sides, and one clipped my shoulder.

"How is he so fast?" one of the wizards asked, his voice strained.

"He's a vampire," another wizard replied, desperation seeping into his tone.

"F*ck," yet another wizard muttered.

I grunted as I felt my skin begin to rot and blood seep through my clothes where the curses had struck. A part of me wanted to take out my wand and unleash a blazing fire, but I had to stick to my plan.

"No, look, he's bleeding. He's a Muggle with enhanced speed or has undergone a ritual. Those weapons are likely enchanted," one of the wizards deduced.

As they began to group together, some erecting shields while others continued firing spells, I hurled an invisible grenade. It exploded in the heart of their makeshift defenses, momentarily disorienting them. I seized the opportunity to sprint forward and fire at them, each bullet finding its mark and taking them down.

My momentary triumph was short-lived as a spell streaked past my ear, missing me by mere inches. My heart pounded in my chest, the brush with death causing my arrogance to evaporate. I had to end this now, once and for all.

I pivoted with lightning speed, my eyes narrowing as I expertly sidestepped and contorted my body to evade the relentless onslaught of spells. Each streak of magical light seared through the air, the heat and force of the energy palpable as they narrowly missed me. My heightened senses allowed me to pinpoint the source of the magical attacks, a formidable wizard with a look of cold determination in his eyes.

As I locked onto my target, I took a moment to steady my aim. My gun felt like an extension of my arm, the cold metal grip reassuring in its familiarity. With a deep breath, I squeezed the trigger, releasing a single, well-placed shot that pierced the air and found its mark. The bullet struck the wizard squarely in the chest, and his expression shifted from determination to shock as he crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

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Man it was really hard not to cringe writing this scene, Idk why. eh whatever.

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