The Cabin | D.M 18+

F O R T Y - T H R E E

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TW: Violence and gore. Viewer discretion is advised.

- BELLE -

I ran forward. Choking on my own breath as the sobs combusted through like waterfalls against cold steel.

Was this real? This couldn't be real. It had to be fake. Perhaps a dream? Or a distant memory.

Porcelain and illusionistic. This was crazier than magic.

"How?" My palms squeezed Theo's cheeks.

He grinned, "I'm immortal! I told you I am!" Theo bit his lip before embracing me in a tight hug. "Oh Dracy-poo would be so angry if he saw me do this."

"I don't care, I'm just glad I got my friend back." My smile beamed into his chest.

Our hold was longwounded, earning a scoff from Rumpelstiltskin and Hanky Panky. Dean and Seamus, however, warmed at our reunion, watching, doe eyed.

The copper haired loony intertwined his arms over his torso, "Are we not going to discuss how we're going to bloody save this git then?"

Snape turned his heel, a deep scowl painted his forehead and as though the whimpering winds outside heard, they cheered where four heads shot Ron a death stare.

"Sorry..." He rapidly swallowed, dropping his chin to the ground.

After hours of discussion, Theo provided some information of Voldemort's intentions. Discussing how he was freed into slumber by annoying the healer so much that an injection had been forced.

Clear pruning of his neck provided evidence of the carnage.

"But then I never realised-" He, with a long gasp, jammed his finger at my chest, "-that Scamander here, gave me pine tea to drink which is like an antidote. Although it makes you piss loads which- wait- I have a question- Snape do you ever helicopter your dick whe-"

"THEODORE MAXIMUS NOTT!" Narcissa dropped her teacup against her saucer in a clash.

This was going to be a challenge and a half.

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Two weeks.

Two hundred and four people.

Thirty seven families.

Regardless if they had magic or not.

Gone.

Killed.

Into nothing but atoms.

Officially, Ghost made his return.

The one to be feared by all where a hunt for my head remains.

Currently, Europe is in anarchy. Voldemort was frenzied. Unhinged at the orders he plagued at the bounty to bring me to him dead or alive and allowed Draco to kill anyone that got in the way.

He had taken that order a little bit too literally.

I practised fighting with spells with Dean and Seamus, Legilimens and Occlumency with Narcissa where Snape had returned to the Malfoy Manor with the rest of the Death Eaters to maintain bluff.