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"Desde entonces, no se conoce ningún Förändringson que se haya rebelado contra la Regencia. Oficialmente. Y digo oficialmente porque sí que existe una pequeña parte de la familia que lucha contra el Señor del Terror y sus putitas tenebrosas. Y yo estoy entre ellos, entre la gente que no está dispuesta a caer bajo su régimen.
Me llamo Liv Förändringson, hija de Alberik Förändringson. Y esta es mi historia"

Erland Lindgren was a reputated and talented Auror and lover, but also unexperienced, as far as you knew, at least in the first aspect. It was noticed sometimes, and while the practice duel, you could see how he was all the time risking a bit too much, exposing himself without fear or regret more times than necessary, just because that was a way for harass his opponent and finish him faster. With the time, analyzing his fight pattern and movements, you began to feel that soon you'd be able to catch him in a weak position. And one shot was all you needed, in both magical and muggle ranged fights.

Of course, the scenario for the fight was absolutely important. One of the machine rooms of Hope, the stronghold of Resistance. While the steam was flying trough the place, obstructing the vision, you both could use the machines as cover and the stalactites as a secondary weapon if you reached them with a shot... and the other was bellow. Turn on and down the lights was another way to make the environment change the conditions of the fight.

In that moment, Erland was smiling, running head down and finally rolling from one machine to another, avoiding one of your spells. After that, the lights in the right part of the room flashed, turning into dark after a moment. Later, just silent, and after that, the voice of Erland coming from everywhere in the dark.

— Know what? After all this time, Liv, I have to recognize one thing— said him, playful—. The're are two kind of Death Eaters¹. The ones that use shadows and the stupid ones.

One machine at your side released pressure steam, making you loose focusing for a moment. He moved in the dark.

— You know we're not them at all, but all the smart living creatures learn tricks from their their enemys for facing them— you knew he was stalking your calm and confidence—. And I don't see you doing nothing different.

But you knew how he used to play. Not as different as he was saying and pretending to be. Probably, he will appear from behind, through the bright side instead the dark one, after create that visual bait and the earing cluelessness. So, knew probably how to reply and grab him from the hand.

1* Mortífagos.

Cut the bullcrap, Er.

That's what I think while I am moving around the place. I am walking slowly, on my knees, crouching. I decide to took advantage of the darkness, so I stop in a corner, with my back on the wall so he wouldn't catch me from behind. 

Ok now, Liv... get yourself concentrated and kick his ass. 

Even though he is provoking me, I control myself and hold my impulse to shout him: "Shut up, you asshole!" but I have to be quiet. I start to imitate the colour of the wall and I begin to move very slowly and quiet. My wand is in my hand, ready to attack if it's needed. Knowing him, he probably is in the bright side of the room, he is too bragart and he likes to show himself off. It's a matter of time that he makes a mistake... And mi wand will be ready when it happens. 

With a somersault I reach a steam machine. Risky, but the steam could play in my favour. I put my wand on my throat to amplify my voice* so it sounds all over the place and he cannot recognize the focus of the sound. 

- Stop your shit chat, you're boring me, dumbass-I say moving to the corner of the machine to take a glance and then look to the other side.

Now I just have to wait until he appears... 

* Amplifying charm (Sonorus)

— Fine— replied your lover, or better said, replied one of your lovers, with a challenging voice.

A Bombarda spelling created flames from nowhere. He was playing with fire now. After that, a Bombarda Maxima set part of the room in flames for an instant. None of them was too much close to your position, but was a matter of time. The machines in the room, made of solid steel and copper, couldn't burn with just a few seconds burning.

— I suppose our relation can be sometimes more than just warm— he joked— ¡¡Incarcerous¹!!

With that final word, the spell, you saw him appearing from a side, partially hidden behind one of the machines, releasing steam in that exactly moment. His arm was showing the magic wand, and the spelling coming from it trying to reach you, but the visible part of the chest and the head was blurred due to the smoke.

1* Created strings immobilize the target.

- What the...?!-I yelled when the Bombarda reached the machine. 

I had just a few seconds to roll over the floor in order to avoid his spell. It is said that height gives you advantage... but I don't think so, he is more exposed that I am. He is more exposed than me, so he's an easier target. I just have to take advantage of the steam... If I can't see him trought the smoke, he can't see me either... I guess. 

I should be thinking about what my next move should be... But my mind's now thinking about my uncle's face when he know what Erland has done here. If he hasn't hear it yet. When this training finishes, I'm just going to relax and enjoy while my uncle yells at him. I know I should be concentrated, but the scene is so funny I can't help smile. 

When I can stand on my knee, my wand points to his chest. I know it is all blurred but... it should be there. It's a risky movement but, nothing ventured, nothing gained. 

- Stupefy!¹

¹ English version of Desmaius.

— ¡Protego!— barked him against your spell. The shield charm came from nothing, appearing in front of him.

You saw part of the spell neutralized by the ethereal barrier, but the other half of it was already in the other side when the barrier appeared. In the next part of a second, half of your stupefy witchery was hitting his stomach, making him grab his abdomen with both hands trying not to loose the magic wand.

He was absolutely vulnerable in those seconds, and he was, trough the pain, aware of that. But he was not a great auror for nothing. Even in that physical and mental weakness, he whispered something between whinings. Then, he just disappeared. The first you beheld in the repertoire of spells was "Protego Totalum", but, was he really capable of such a thing in his state?

Anyways, he was yours. The only thing he could do, and the only thing obviously he was doing, was trying to win time. Normally awaiting reinforcements, but... it was a one versus one. You won.

Victory's mine - I thought with a huge smile in my face. And even though it was obvious I was the winner, he kept fightning... he doesn't give up never, not even in trainings. I like that about him, but he is so bloody headstrong... Maybe that's why he is still alive. 

I rolled my eyes while I point at his supposed-position, he couldn't go very far. 

- Incarcerous-I spelled. The ropes appeared and they began to wrap Erland's body. I looked at him from above and smiled while I put my foot over his throat-. You're mine-I said to him while I pass my wand between my fingers, playing with it. Finally, I catch it and I blow its tip, like a gun-. It would be too much if I walk with you like this all around the base? It would be hilarious-I draw an innocent  and funny smile on my lips, I'm really enjoying this.

Erland was looking like just about to finally faint there, but he was still fighting against unconsciousness due to the half Stupefy spell hit and effect. Truly, he was one of the most braves and willpowered aurors you've ever met, but also one that went beyond wisdom to mulishness.

— Enjoy while you can, Liv— he replied with proud in his face, standing still —. You'll regret thinking about being supercilious.

He tried, with no chance, to scape, and then he fainted, slowly, with white eyes going blind.

In one of the entrances of the room, a couple of hands began to clap, celebrating your victory. Slowly, like a shadow, a man in a tunic shown up, entering in the scenario. He was tall, all covered, and when he came out of darkness, you saw the mask. A Death Eater mask.

— Very well done, Mrs Förändringson— he said with a tricky voice. A familiar one, indeed—. I suppose you know Mr Lindgren very well— you would say he was smiling behind the iron of his hace—, and his weak points. He's not normally that easy to beat.

He was not holding any wands on his gloved hands, and he was looking like a Death Eater, but he was also in the Resistance Stronghold, Hope, and not showing and aggressive attitude.