𝓥𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 |• R.A.B •| WTM

1. The Night Of Terror

The Great Hall was turned into movie theater

Everyone settled down the Black family along with Lord Emery's Malfoys and Rosiers sat with Slytherins Lucretia pulled her husband along with her to sit with her family Arcturus looked towards his niece Dorea only to find her tugged in her husband's side. He hadn't seen his niece since last 2 years she didn't look any better since the last time he saw her.
Lord Potter made sure his entire family was in his reach while Charlus and Dorea sat little away but still in his watch  he missed them ever since Cephus went missing they hadn't came to any functions just locked themselves in their manor. Fleamont locked eyes with Orion who sent glare his way ofc Orion would glare at him his son and daughter were both under his roof he wondered how Lord Black haven't declared blood flued yet then there was Dorea Potter nee Black Lord Arcturus Blacks favorite niece how he will just start the blood flued.
As everyone settled the screen started playing
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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.

Arcturus Black groaned "Not this fool salzar"
he glanced at his family everyone face showing irritation at the name of this man.

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.
"10 gallons that's minnie" Sirius shouted Carina Black facepalmed herself at the foolishness of her twin.

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 flickered 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.
"I want it " Whispers James to Sirius Regulus who was watching their interaction felt jealousy arose within, much to his horrer even Barty who wasn't fan of dumble-whore was fascinated by the device he looked at Evan with puppy eyes "we will ask reggie and panda to make it for you right stan"  Rabastan who was watching the screen  nodded absent mindedly

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.”
"See I told you" "No one disagreed Sirius"

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.”