"If you're the lord, what does that make me? The lady?"
The war is over and all seems to be going minimally well until everything comes crashing back down for Adhara to the point where she would trade her existence to fix everything that had gone wr...
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“I want to read next,” said Lord Potter, getting annoyed looks from the other Lords.
He had beaten them to the punch and did not hesitate to give them a triumphant smile in victory as the book was thrust into their hands.
“Chapter seven: Unexpected reencounters.
Unsurprisingly, August was not a pleasant month for Harry.”
“Bad start for a chapter,” someone commented aloud.
It was true that his Uncle Vernon usually ignored him and his cousin Dudley never spent more than five minutes in the same room with him, but he still had to endure his uncle's beatings whenever he was in a bad mood or drunk.
Lord Potter increased his grip on the book from the discomfort he felt as he continued.
If he didn't, the person on the receiving end of the blows would be his Aunty Tuney. It was a thousand times better for him to be the one on the receiving end of the blows than for it to be his aunty. Of course, he was aware that it wouldn't save her after he got on the express to Hogwarts, but he could at least pray and hope that he was taking it out on him enough and that he would be going easy on his aunty.
He wasn't allowed to leave the house either, thank God, he was still allowed to leave his room every so often to go to the bathroom. But it was impossible for him to get away, his Uncle Vernon seemed to have become stricter about it and, after finding out what Aelia and her friends could do, he kept looking down on the Cuthberts as if they had deceived him.
“He behaved as if they had cheated on him,” Hadrian corrected, recalling his uncle's foolish attitude with a smile.
And, of course, the complaints over a glass of wine were not lacking, indeed, they were occasional. Always complaining about how the Cuthberts had deceived him and that those kids were the devil's freaks.
“They'll surely end up working as whores. It's the only thing they'd do right with that face of theirs.”
“Miss Evans, could you tell me where your fiancé currently lives?” Lord Slora asked kindly and politely. “I would like to have a small chat with him.”
No one would mess with his children and would come out unscathed.
“I would like to do that as well,” Lord Sasaki and both Thomas' commented quietly.
Even though Lord Slytherin already knew what had happened to that waste of a human being, it still made his blood boil to hear him refer to Adhara like that. How dare the monstrosity.
He had said once when the alcohol had already clouded his mind, from there he began to ramble on about strange fantasies as he continued to complain. And, of course, his Aunty Tuney had to stand by his side and listen to him and endure his closeness.
