Chapter 31

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Harry walked past his cowering and bleeding Death Eaters while glass crunched underneath his bare feet.

"Our night is far from over," he hissed, swiftly walking towards the exit, leaving his bloody footprints behind. "Harry Potter is mine."

"He knows," gasped Harry, eyes snapping open but unable to focus. "He knows."

His body was trembling, from anger or fear he wasn't sure.

"Okay, Harry," said Teddy quietly. "We've got you."

His vision slowly started to clear and soon realized he was being held up by Teddy and Hermione.

"He's so angry," said Harry, carefully steadying himself. He lowered his voice, "He knows something is... off."

He looked up at Teddy warily. The only sign of stress from his god-son being the subtle clench of his jaw.

Hermione was chewing nervously on her bottom lip, glancing at Teddy. If You-Know... if Voldemort knows there's something wrong... "Teddy you need to change your appearance," she murmured.

Harry and Teddy both looked at her with a brow raised. She knew they were godfather and godson, but to have the same expression was a bit unnerving.

Understanding soon flashed through Teddy's eyes before he suddenly lengthened his nose, his hair rapidly turning grey and curly with a short beard to match. His tall stature shortened to the same height as Harry.

"Stop fidgeting, Ron," hissed Ginny under her breath, her nerves feeling stretched as she watched Harry quietly talking to Hermione and an aging Teddy. 

Ron scowled, crossing his arms. He felt bitter watching the three whisper amongst themselves. 

He felt expendable. 

Worthless.

His narrowed blue eyes followed Hermione's arm around Harry's waist. Surely Harry could stand without her assistance... his jaw clenched as Hermione tilted her head to lay on Harry's shoulder, her arm giving his waist a squeeze. 

When had Hermione ever done that to him? They were mates too weren't they? But Ron was no bloody Harry Potter. 

Lupin cleared his throat, and the aged Teddy turned - his eyes twinkling similarly to Dumbledore's amongst the wrinkles.

"What's happened to Fudge, Umbridge, and Kingsley?"

"They're a bit preoccupied, I'd assume," said Teddy with a smirk, not bothering to elaborate more.

Lupin frowned and opened his mouth to sternly ask for more details when suddenly Teddy and Hermione were blasted away from Harry. 

Charlie watched as Hermione's head hit the floor and his legs were moving before his head could make sense on what just happened. 

"Hermione!"

He slid to her side, gently moving aside her head of curls to look for damage only to see the back beginning to mat with blood.

No, no, no, no...

Charlie put a hand against the wound, feeling her blood seep through his fingers, and finally glanced up to see the shell-shocked group. 

Sirius and Lupin were helping Teddy to his feet, seeming to have cushioned his own fall wandlessly.  

However all eyes were transfixed on Harry. A mysterious mist in the shape of a dome had surrounded the young wizard and he looked to be twitching, though his feet did not move. 

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