Serpent Queen

Chapter one

𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻-𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲
𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯- 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦
Heaven-Normal

Everyone was in their seats as the film began to play
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱
Many of the past were confused but those of the future looked solemn
𝗠𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆, 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿, 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘁 𝗗𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹. 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵
"Your not welcome" said Blaise with a sneer
𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝟳𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲
𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗺 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗚𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀.
"What are drills? " asked a curious Arthur Weasley
"Muggle invention that makes large holes in the ground" answers Heaven
𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝗴, 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗳𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸, 𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲. 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀, 𝘀𝗽𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗯𝗼𝗿𝘀.
Young Lily Evans frowns at the description that sounds much like her sister
𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝘂𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘆.
Neville, draco and Theo snorted at that
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘁.
"Secret? " asked a young bellatrix
"Yes" was all that she got making her pout slightly while he fiance chuckles.
𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀
"Whats wrong with the potters? "Growled young Remus Lupin which he was promptly ignored
𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆'𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀, 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱-𝗳𝗼𝗿-𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲.
Lily looked to heaven asking a silent question getting a nod in answer while Theo exclaims " unDursleyish isnt even a word!"
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆𝘀 𝗦𝗵𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗯𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆𝘀 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝗼, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆;𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗗𝘂𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝘅𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁.
"Child like what? " asked Dorea Potter nee black coming to the same conclusion as lily
"Magical child" said the future Malfoy heir for his sister
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗠𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗱𝘂𝗹𝗹, 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗧𝘂𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝟵𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱𝘆 𝘀𝗸𝘆 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘆. 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗗𝘂𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿.
𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲, 𝘁𝗮𝘄𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗹 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘄.
𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗿𝘀.𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗸, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗗𝘂𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗯𝘆𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗗𝘂𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀. "𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝘆𝗸𝗲" 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲
Many women exclaimed and protested against the way they raised Dudley.
𝗛𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲.
𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿--- 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗽. 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱, 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻--- 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝗲𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲.
"Minnie" exclaimed James, Sirius and Remus
"Mr's Potter, Lupin and black what have I said about that name! " said the stern professor but looking closely you could see the fondness in her eyes
The 3 boys merely shrugged with smirks or smiles in Remus case.They all returned to looking at the screen
𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻𝘁 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳? 𝗜𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱, 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘁 𝗗𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲 — 𝗻𝗼, 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻; 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗽𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻𝘀. 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱. 𝗔𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘆.𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲. 𝗔𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗷𝗮𝗺, 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁. 𝗣𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗸𝘀. 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀 — 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗽𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲! 𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗱𝗼𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻’𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹; 𝘄𝗵𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗱-𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗸! 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝗺! 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗻𝘁 — 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗯𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 . . . 𝘆𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝘁.𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗼𝘁, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗿. 𝗜𝗳 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗻’𝘁, 𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘀 𝘀𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱; 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆
𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻-𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝘄𝗹 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗹 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗠𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝘄𝗹 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲. 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆,𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹, 𝗼𝘄𝗹-𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗛𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲. 𝗛𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗹𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲,𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗲’𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘆.
Heavens eyes widened at that
"Did that just say stretch his legs and get A bun?" she asked her friends who nodded at her slightly amused
She shook her head and muttered"the world is ending" over and over again but stopped once Bill wrapped her in a hug and went back to watching the movie
𝗛𝗲’𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗸𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿’𝘀. 𝗛𝗲 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱. 𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝘆, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘆.𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱𝗹𝘆, 𝘁𝗼𝗼, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗶𝗻. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺, 𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗻𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗴, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴.
“𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱—”
“— 𝘆𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 —”
𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗙𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗳𝗹 𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗛𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁.𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱, 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝘀𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗯 𝗵𝗶𝗺, 𝘀𝗲𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀
𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱. 𝗛𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 . . . 𝗻𝗼, 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱. 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹
𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻. 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝘁, 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻. 𝗛𝗲’𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹. 𝗜𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘁. 𝗢𝗿 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘆. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴
𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆; 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝘂𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿. 𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 — 𝗶𝗳 𝗵𝗲’𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 . . . 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗸𝘀 . . . 𝗛𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗼𝗼𝗻
𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗶 𝘃𝗲 𝗼’𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸, 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿.
“𝗦𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆,” 𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻
Heaven once again looked shocked
"He knows the word? " she exclaimed making lily nod in agreement while heavens friends looked amused and were holding in their laughter.
𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗸. 𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘂𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗸𝗻𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱. 𝗢𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗿𝘆, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗹𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘆 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗲 ,“𝗗𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆, 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗿, 𝗥𝗲𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘂𝗽𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆! 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗬𝗼𝘂-𝗞𝗻𝗼𝘄-𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁! 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗠𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆, 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆!”
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳𝗳 .
𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿. 𝗛𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗠𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗱. 𝗛𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.𝗔𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘄 — 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗱 — 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲’𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲; 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀.
“𝗦𝗵𝗼𝗼!” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱𝗹𝘆
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗜𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸. 𝗪𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗿? 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱. 𝗧𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿,𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲.𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝘆. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗡𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗗𝗼𝗼𝗿’𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗗𝘂𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 (“𝗪𝗼𝗻’𝘁!”).
Once more the women were aghast at the child's behavior especially the pureblood woman.
𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼  𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗗𝘂𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗱, 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲
𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘀:"𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝗱-𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻’𝘀 𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘂𝗻𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆. 𝗔𝗹𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗳𝗹 𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲. 𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻.” 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘀𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗻. “𝗠𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗝𝗶𝗺 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗚𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗝𝗶𝗺?”
“𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗧𝗲𝗱,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻, “𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆. 𝗩𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘀
𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝗬𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗗𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗜 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮
𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗽𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀! 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗕𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 — 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸, 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗸𝘀! 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗮 𝘄𝗲𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.”
𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝘇𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿. 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻? 𝗢𝘄𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁? 𝗠𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹
𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲? 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿, 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 . . .
"Keeping ourselves hidden my arse" said Barty Crouch junior making those who were 'light' glare at him
𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗰𝘂𝗽𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗲𝗮. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱. 𝗛𝗲’𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗛𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆. “𝗘𝗿 — 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗮, 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿 — 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻’𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆, 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂?”
𝗔𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗿𝘆. 𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿.
“𝗡𝗼,” 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗽𝗹𝘆. “𝗪𝗵𝘆?”
“𝗙𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘀,” 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱. “𝗢𝘄𝗹𝘀 . . . 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 . . . 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆-𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻
𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 . . .”
“𝗦𝗼?” 𝘀𝗻𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆
“𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 . . . 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 . . . 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 . . . 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 . . . 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗱.”
𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀. 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲’𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 “𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿.”
𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗲. 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, 𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱,
“𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 — 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗗𝘂𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘆’𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲?”
“𝗜 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗼,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗹𝘆.
“𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻? 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗶𝘁?”
“𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻.𝗡𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘆, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗺𝗲.”
“𝗢𝗵, 𝘆𝗲𝘀,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝘆. “𝗬𝗲𝘀, 𝗜 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲.”𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝗷𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘂𝗽𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗱.
"Hey! Heaven is a beautiful name! " exclaimed draco "not that you'd understand true beauty with a son named Dudley"
"Sit dray. It's all ok now" said The green eyed woman calmly. He sat down but held her hand refusing to let her go.
𝗪𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺, 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘄 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘁 𝗗𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴.𝗪𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀? 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀? 𝗜𝗳 𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱 . . . 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼
𝗮 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗼𝗳 — 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗱. 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲, 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱. 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱. . . . 𝗛𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝘅𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 — 𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗮𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 — 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. . . . 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀.
"Obviously you jinxed it" said Theo smirking
𝗠𝗿. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗳𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗲, 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗶 𝘅𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗳 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘁 𝗗𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗜𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁, 𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘀 𝘀𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗜𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹.𝗔 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗲’𝗱 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱.𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱.𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘁 𝗗𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗹𝗱, 𝗷𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱
𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗲𝘀, 𝗮 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵-𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝘁𝘀. 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳-𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗲.𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗻’𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗔𝗹𝗯𝘂𝘀 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲.
The dark witches and wizards sneered at him as did the future guests while a first year Hufflepuff asked a question
"What are you doing there professor? " she asked
"I don't know dear girl" he said with that damn twinkle making those of the future glare hard at him
𝗔𝗹𝗯𝘂𝘀 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲.𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝘆 𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗸, 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴.𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱, 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁. 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗛𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱, “𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻.”
𝗛𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁. 𝗜𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿. 𝗛𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻, 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝘂𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗶𝗿, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗽. 𝗛𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 — 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗽 𝗳𝗹 𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀.𝗧𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝘂𝘁-𝗢𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗜𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘄 𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆-𝗲𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝘂𝘁-𝗢𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿, 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝘁."
𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹.”
"Aha! Knew it" yelled the maurders making most roll their eyes
𝗛𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗯𝘆, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲. 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗲-𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀. 𝗦𝗵𝗲, 𝘁𝗼𝗼, 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗸, 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗲. 𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗻. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗱.
“𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗲?” 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱.
“𝗠𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿, 𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗹𝘆.”
𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗳𝗳 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝘆,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱
𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹.
“𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝘆? 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴? 𝗜 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲
𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗱𝗼𝘇𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.”𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗹𝘆.
“𝗢𝗵 𝘆𝗲𝘀, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲’𝘀 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁,” 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆.
“𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼 — 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘀𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴’𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘀.” 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝗲𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆𝘀’ 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴-𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘄. “𝗜 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗙𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘀 . . . 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀. . . . 𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁 — 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗗𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗗𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲. 𝗛𝗲
𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲.”
“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗗𝘂𝗺 𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆. “𝗪𝗲’𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀.”
“𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆. “𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀. 𝗣𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗠𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀, 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘀.”𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗽, 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗗𝘂𝗺 𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁, 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗻. “𝗔 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗶𝗳, 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗬𝗼𝘂-𝗞𝗻𝗼𝘄-𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹. 𝗜 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲?”
The followers of Voldemort looked put out at their Lord disappearing.
“𝗜𝘁 𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝘀𝗼,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲. “𝗪𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲
𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿. 𝗪𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗽?”
“𝗔 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁?”
“𝗔 𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗽.𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗜’𝗺 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜’𝗺 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳.”
“𝗡𝗼, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗽𝘀. “𝗔𝘀 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘆, 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗳 𝗬𝗼𝘂-𝗞𝗻𝗼𝘄-𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 —”
“𝗠𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿, 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲? 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 ‘𝗬𝗼𝘂-𝗞𝗻𝗼𝘄-𝗪𝗵𝗼’ 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 — 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲: 𝗩𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘁.” 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗹 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲,𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗽𝘀, 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲.
“𝗜𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗳 𝘄𝗲 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ‘𝗬𝗼𝘂-𝗞𝗻𝗼𝘄-𝗪𝗵𝗼.’ 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗩𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘁’𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲.”
“𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻’𝘁,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱, 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴. “𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂-𝗞𝗻𝗼𝘄- 𝗼𝗵, 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗩𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘁, 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳.”
Snorts were heard and everyone looked at the future group to see them looking down holding in the laughter that tried to burst free Dumbledore looked at them with narrowed eyes
'They will get in my way' he thought not noticing the AK green eyes staring at him with hate
“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗗𝘂𝗺 𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗹𝘆. “𝗩𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱
𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲.”
“𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼 — 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 — 𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺.”
“𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸. 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗺 𝗣𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗿𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘂𝗳𝗳𝘀.”
Everyone looked disgusted while poppy blushed red
𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗽 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, “𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲’𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴? 𝗔𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱?𝗔𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺?”
𝗜𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘅𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝘂𝘀𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴
𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱, 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝘅𝗲𝗱 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘄. 𝗜𝘁
𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 “𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲” 𝘄𝗮𝘀  𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲. 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿, 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗽 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗿.
“𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴,” 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻, “𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗩𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝗚𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗰’𝘀 𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀.𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗟𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗲 — 𝗮𝗿𝗲 — 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 — 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱.”
The friends and family of James and lily gasped and shook their heads refusing to be live it while Tom looked guilty but was shook out of it by Heaven
𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀. 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗱.
“𝗟𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 . . . 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁 . . . 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁 . . . 𝗢𝗵, 𝗔𝗹𝗯𝘂𝘀 . . .”𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿. “𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 . . . 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 . . .” 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘆.
𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹’𝘀 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗻. “ 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲."𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗹𝘆.
“𝗜𝘁’𝘀 — 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲?” 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹. “𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 . . . 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 . . . 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹? 𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 . . . 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗵𝗶𝗺 . . . 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗲?”
“𝗪𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗗𝘂𝗺 𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲. “𝗪𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄.”
𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗹𝗲𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁
𝘀𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗱𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵. 𝗜𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀; 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱,𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲. 𝗜𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗗𝘂𝗺 𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵, 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀
𝗽𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, “𝗛𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱’𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲. 𝗜 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗜’𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆?”
“𝗬𝗲𝘀,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹. “𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝘀?”
“𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗹𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄.”
Shouts were heard
"What about us! " said the family of James and lily
“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 — 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲?” 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝗷𝘂𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿. “𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 — 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁. 𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝘆. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝘀. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗻 — 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗸𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁, 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀. 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲!”
“𝗜𝘁’𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿. ” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗺𝗹𝘆. “𝗛𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿.”
“𝗔 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿?” 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹. “𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻
𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿? 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺! 𝗦𝗵𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀 — 𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱 — 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲
Heaven looked to her cousin
"Uncle Luci made sure there wasn't a day about me right? " she asked frantically
"Of course" he said. She sighed in relief
— 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻— 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲!”
“𝗘𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳-𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀. “𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸! 𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿! 𝗖𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲, 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁?”
The ones who knew the lady potter-black knew she hated her fame but used it to help better their world
𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵, 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, “𝗬𝗲𝘀 — 𝘆𝗲𝘀, 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁
𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗴𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲?” 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗸 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵
𝗶𝘁.
The girl in question shuddered and fake gagged "Salazar no" she said
“𝗛𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱’𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿.”
“𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗶𝘁 — 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗲 — 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗛𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀?”
“𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗛𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲.
"Just not my secrets" said the silver quads
“𝗜’𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿
𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗿𝘂𝗱𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆, “𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀. 𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 — 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁?”
𝗔 𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. 𝗜𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁; 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗸𝘆 — 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗰𝘆𝗰𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺.
𝗜𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗰𝘆𝗰𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗲,
"I want it" exclaimed sirus making Heaven smile at her past papa
𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗱𝗲. 𝗛𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱 — 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗵𝘆 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗶𝗱𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘀. 𝗜𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘃𝗮𝘀𝘁, 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗲𝘁𝘀.
“𝗛𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗱. “𝗔𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗰𝘆𝗰𝗹𝗲?”
“𝗕𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁, 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝘀𝗶𝗿,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘁, 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗰𝘆𝗰𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲. “𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲. 𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺, 𝘀𝗶𝗿.”
Said black whooped and jumped in joy only to be dragged back to his seat by his 2 soulmate
“𝗡𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺𝘀, 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲?”
“𝗡𝗼, 𝘀𝗶𝗿 — 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻’ 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗹 𝘆𝗶𝗻’ 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗹.”
𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗲𝘁𝘀. 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲, 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆, 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽. 𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮 𝘁𝘂𝗳𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗷𝗲𝘁-𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝘂𝘁, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝗹𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴.
“𝗜𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 — ?” 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹.
“𝗬𝗲𝘀,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲. “𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿.”
Those who knew the dark arts gasped at that knowing it was a cursed Scar and looked at the girl with worry mostly the Blacks.
“𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁, 𝗗𝘂𝗺 𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲?”
“𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱, 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁. 𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘆. 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻 𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱.𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹 — 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗛𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱 — 𝘄𝗲’𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵.”
𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆𝘀’ 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲.
“𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗜 — 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱-𝗯𝘆𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗶𝗿?” 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗛𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱. 𝗛𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁, 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗴𝗴𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝘆, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀.  𝗲𝗻, 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆, 𝗛𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗴.
Sirus being a dog himself looked offended while Remus and Heaven splutteres, then look at each other and a understanding pasts through remus's eyes
“𝗦𝗵𝗵𝗵!” 𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹, “𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘀!”
“𝗦-𝘀-𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆,” 𝘀𝗼𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝗛𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱, 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲, 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘁. “𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗰-𝗰-𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁 — 𝗟𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻’ 𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱 — 𝗮𝗻’ 𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘀 —”
Once again the ones who loved lily and James got teary eyed
“𝗬𝗲𝘀, 𝘆𝗲𝘀, 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳, 𝗛𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱, 𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗲’𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱,” 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱, 𝗽𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗛𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗺 𝗮𝘀 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿. 𝗛𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽, 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗸, 𝘁𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻’𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗲𝘁𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼. 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲; 𝗛𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱’𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗸, 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗗𝘂𝗺 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁.
“𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗶 𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆, “𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. 𝗪𝗲’𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗪𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀.”
“𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵,” 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗛𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗹 𝗲𝗱 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲, “𝗜’𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝗚’𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹 — 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲,
𝘀𝗶𝗿.”𝗪𝗶𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝘃𝗲, 𝗛𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝘄𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗰𝘆𝗰𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲; 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝘁 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.
“𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻, 𝗜 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁, 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹,”𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗻𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗰𝗚𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘄 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆. 𝗗𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁. 𝗢𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝘂𝘁-𝗢𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗿. 𝗛𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗽𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘁 𝗗𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿.
“𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗸, 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻,” 𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗱. 𝗛𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝘀𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗸, 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲.
"Gee thanks" said the girl which made people look worried for the heiress well lady Potter
𝗔 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝘁 𝗗𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗱𝘆 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘆 𝘀𝗸𝘆, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻. 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽. 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗼𝗻, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀’ 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗠𝗿𝘀. 𝗗𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆’𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗸 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗸𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻 𝗗𝘂𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘆. . . . 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀: “𝗧𝗼 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 — 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱!”
𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗻𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗣𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘅 𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘂𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝘆𝘀𝘁 𝗦𝗹𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻.
The screen faded to black and chaos erupted
"YOU LEFT MY DAUGHTER ON A DOORSTEP IN THE COLD" screamed James and lily
"SLYTHERIN!" Screamed others
getting fed up with the noise heaven stood and screamed "SHUT UP! "
everyone became quiet
"Yes I had a past life as the eldest of the slytherin Children but i was murdered at 21 and reborn as Heaven daughter of James, lily and sirus" she said
"Sirus? " asked regulus black
"Yes, I have 3 biological parents as all 3 parents are soulmates, I myself have 2 soulmates now if you can shut up and watch you will learn more" she said as she sat down everyone else calmed and sat at the screen began playing again
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗩𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗚𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗦

To be continued