"My lord," Cyril hummed in reply. Theo always preferred this title.
Theo asked, referring to the future they all would be witnessing, "Are you okay with what tomorrow brings? It's like privacy being snatched away, and secrets won't be secrets anymo...
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In an instant, the atmosphere in the Great Hall shifted from anticipation to something far more primal—an eerie silence that clung to the air like a ghostly veil. Candles flickered with a frenetic energy, casting elongated shadows that danced along the walls. The ground trembled beneath the feet of the students, each vibration like a heartbeat in sync with the foreboding pulse of the moment.
Above, the enchanting ceiling that once held a canvas of dreams transformed into a nightmare. Thunderclouds churned, their darkness absorbing the light, creating a canopy that seemed to trap the hall in a realm of endless night. The room quivered, its very foundations shaken by an invisible force. Doors slammed shut with a resounding boom, the ominous echo amplifying the fear that clung to the students' hearts.
In a bewildering turn of events, billowing black smoke materialized seemingly out of thin air, shrouding the immediate surroundings in an eerie darkness. The suddenness of its appearance left everyone in a state of shock and disarray. Before anyone could comprehend the nature of this phenomenon, the obsidian haze dissipated as swiftly as it had arrived, revealing an unexpected assemblage of individuals.
Amidst the dissipating mist stood an assortment of figures—families with bewildered expressions etched upon their faces, high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic adorned in official regalia, and seasoned senior Aurors exuding an air of alertness. The juxtaposition of this eclectic gathering within the hallowed halls of the school triggered a surge of panic that rippled through the entire scene.
There stood Black family, Potter family, Weasleys, Malfoys, Bellatrix along with her husband Rodolphus Lestrange, Andromeda along with her family, Minister Harold Minchum and other ministry officials such as Barty Crouch Sr, some prominent aurors including Alastor Moody, important Wizengamot members, and few other people.
They looked around shocked.
As the swirling confusion and disorientation began to ebb, the assemblage's collective shock gave way to a torrent of questions. Minister Minchum, embodying the shared bewilderment, stepped forward, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and urgency, "what's the meaning of this? What's happening here?"
Before he could get any other answers, the enigmatic black smoke once again materialized with an eerie hiss, enveloping the vicinity in its shadowy embrace. The onlookers, having been through this perplexing spectacle before, braced themselves for the impending revelation. As the darkness ebbed away, a new assemblage of figures emerged into view—strangers, individuals previously unseen within the familiar confines of the location.
These newcomers bore the unmistakable signs of distress and turmoil, their physical appearances telling tales of their trials. The toll of their experiences was etched upon their faces: the haunted shadows beneath their eyes, the emaciated cheeks that spoke of hardship, and the scattered marks of wounds and injuries that testified to their struggles. It was as if they had journeyed through adversity and emerged on the other side, bearing the scars of their ordeal.
