Lying in the snowy mud, Old Nott felt as though half the sky had collapsed when he heard his assignment.
In his youth, he had tortured a Muggle to death and been sentenced to five years in Azkaban. Even with his family's intervention, he had still spent six months there.
Those six months alone had left him with painful memories he could never erase. The Dementors would suck away every last scrap of happiness.
They left life bleak and colorless, plunging their victims into the depths of despair.
That was also the main reason his personality had grown increasingly twisted. Later, he had joined the Death Eaters without hesitation.
And now the Dark Lord wanted him to break someone out of prison all by himself. Facing hordes of terrifying Dementors would be worse than taking another couple of Cruciatus Curses!
Old Nott trembled uncontrollably, sobbing as he tried to crawl forward and cling to Shawn's legs to beg for mercy.
"Master, I was wrong! Spare me, please, spare me!"
Shawn stepped back, letting the bastard fall into the mud again.
He felt no pity. The man might look pathetic now, but who knew how much innocent blood stained his hands, or how many people he had tortured into madness?
Whatever miserable fate awaited Old Nott, he deserved it.
Sending him to break someone out of prison served two purposes.
If he actually succeeded and brought Bellatrix out, Shawn could take the opportunity to get his hands on the cup Horcrux in Gringotts.
If he failed, that was fine too. It would send the bastard straight to Azkaban and leave Theodore in charge of the Nott family.
"Hmph. You have ten days to prepare. You'd better make the most of them!"
With a wave of his hand, Shawn knocked Old Nott