Children of Sin

Chapter 8

June 17th, 1992.

Larissa Greengrass is seen sitting in her kitchen when the floo flashes green. Nicholas Flamel's aged face appears in the green flames.

"Nicholas?" Larissa questions, dropping her knitting onto the table in order to speak with him by the fireplace, "is something wrong?"

"I need you to bring the kids to my house," Nicholas said, a strange severity to his voice, "how quickly can you do that?"

"What?" Larissa questioned her mentor, "what's going on Nicholas? Why do I need to get them?"

"Please," Nicholas begged his pupil, "just do as I say. I promise I'll explain everything."

"Alright," Larissa sighed, "give me two hours. I can have them here within two hours."

"Thank you Larissa," Nicholas sighed with relief, "you're always so reliable."

"What the hell was that about?" Larissa mumbled to herself as she prepared to floo call Madam Maxime.

"I am also confused," Albus Dumbledore stroked his beard, "in all my years of working with Nicholas, he's never acted like this before."

"We'll have to wait and see," Minerva McGonagall turned her sharp eyes to the projection, "it's our only option."

"Madam Greengrass," Madam Maxime's face appeared in the floo after ten tries, "is there something you need? You've flooed ten times already."

"A family emergency has cropped up," Larissa got straight to the point, "I'll be flying over to collect my triplets. I should have them back to school by tomorrow unless something goes wrong."

"Oh," Madam Maxime seemed confused, "can it really not wait for the morning? It's already eight thirty."

"I myself am unsure what's going on," Larissa sighed, "so it'd be best to get it over with as quickly as possible."

"Very well," Madam Maxime says, "I'll have Monsieur Arquette escort them to the entrance of the school. When will you be here exactly?"

"Approximately an hour," Larissa glanced at her watch, "thank you for your cooperation. I am incredibly sorry for disturbing you at this hour."

"No problem," Madam Maxime brushes off her apology, "this is my job."

"Olympe is as good as ever," Antiope says fondly, "she'll be a wonderful headmistress. Beauxbatons will thrive under her guidance."

"How do you know her?" Larissa inquired of her aunt, curious to see how her aunt was in contact with such a character.

"We were classmates," Antiope explains, "we still remain in contact until today."

"Is something wrong?" Layla asks her professor as they walk toward the entrance of the school. 

"I don't know," Monsieur Leopold answered honestly, "all I know is that Madam Maxime informed me that your mother would be coming to collect you three."

"Maman isn't the type to do things spontaneously," Victor voices, "it must be something really serious for her to pull us out for the day."

"Is that your mother over there?" Monsieur Leopold points to a frantic Larissa, who was standing by the car.

"Yes," Damian answered as his siblings rushed to their mother.

"I'm so sorry for the bother," Larissa apologizes to Monsieur Leopold, "I didn't mean to drag you out here in the middle of the night?"