𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 [Harry James Potter]

Chapter 33: King Of Pentacles

King Of Pentacles

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The world would never thrive under the cold and careless hands of men who allowed their complacency to smother any rational thoughts which might have otherwise plagued their fragile intellect. They would bring carnage upon carnage, always allowing their egos to dictate their actions, clashing swords instead of devising ingenious plans. Dumbledore was too weak, Grindelwald was too fanatic, and Voldemort was too inhumane.

Therefore, from the abstruse craters of Hell that they had attempted to toss her in- a Dark Lady would rise.

Once a mere causality of the first wizarding war, now her father's worst nightmare.

Though Harry would miss Bill, Fleur, Luna, and Dean, he would miss Vera most of all. He couldn't stand the idea of her being killed or kidnapped so he planned on leaving her behind so she would be safe while he destroyed the last few horcruxes.

The dawn was chilly, but there was little wind now that it was May. Harry looked up at the stars still glimmering palely in the dark sky and listened to the sea washing backward and forward against the cliff: He was going to miss the sound. Especially when it sounded in the background of Vera's moans and mewls from last night.

Bellatrix Lestrange was striding across the lawn toward them, accompanied by Griphook. As she walked, she was tucking the small, beaded bag into the inside pocket of another set of the old robes they had taken from Grimmauld Place. Though Harry knew perfectly well that it was really Hermione, he could not suppress a shiver of loathing.

Meanwhile, Harry and Griphook were to be concealed under the Invisibility Cloak.

"There," said Hermione, "how does Ron look, Harry?"

It was just possible to discern Ron under his disguise, but only, Harry thought, because he knew him so well. Ron's hair was now long and wavy; he had a thick brown beard and moustache, no freckles, a short, broad nose, and heavy eyebrows.

"Well, he's not my type, but he'll do," said Harry. "Shall we go, then?"

Ron's eyes widened as he spotted something over Harry's shoulder.

Before Harry had the chance to turn around, a sharp pain stung into his upper arm as something sliced the side of him.

Vera's dagger landed in the sand in front of him, wet from his blood.

"You were just going to leave me? After all the shit we just went through?" Vera marched up to Harry, wearing a leather long sleeve top with dragon scales adorned on it and started throwing pebbles at him. "You think I didn't know you were planning to leave for Gringotts?"

Ron used Hermione as a shield, not wanting to be the target of Vera's anger next.

"Vera, go inside." Harry grabbed her hands and pulled her forward despite her protests. "You'll be protected with Bill and Fleur."