"What do you mean they're not here!?" McGognall slammed her hands on the wooden table as she stared at the Ancient King.
He sighed heavily, running a hand through his golden hair. He looked frustrated and worried. His eyes kept darting to Luna, who was staring wide-eyed at him. Her expression was empty, lifeless like a doll. It frightened him because she never seemed to get angry. If her Owl being missing does make her show anger... Well, honestly with the way the other new Gods were looking, Dumbledore isn't going to have a kind afterlife. And it might come much sooner than the fool thinks.
"I mean, the last we have seen them is when they were pulled into private meetings with the youngest and Mother Weasleys. After that, it's static. When we appeared to save them... They were already gone." He lowered this head, shame breathing down his neck. He had failed to keep them safe. Just like with his Merlin.
"Where is Albus?" Luna's singing voice was painfully calm, her eyes still so wide.
"He should be in his office." McGognall scowled, the rage and pain clear in her eyes. Even before knowing about all this godly business, she was growing to love Harry like her own grandson. He was so sweet and kind, always too mature and understanding for his age. Always so considerate and never seemed to be frowning unless in thought. How could this happen to him?
"Je le tuerai." Draco hissed, his eyes shining like melted silver. (FRENCH- I'll kill him.)
"You can't." Arthur hissed back.
"Excuse-toi?" (FRENCH-Excuse you?)
The older God winced as a venomously cold aura filled the room.
"Ja, was hast du gesagt?" The twins voices echoed with power, their eyes sharp and vengeful. (German- Yes, what did you say?)
He needed to tread lightly. Sure, they wouldn't be able to properly kill him, but they could make what's happening far worse by killing that greyed fool.
"You'll only martyr him for one. For two, only he knows where the three of them are."
"Καλά λέει... Αλλά θα τον καταδικάσουμε και μετά θα τον κάνουμε να ζητιανεύει." Luna gave a too wide smile, her eyes narrowing in a clear rage. (GREEK- He makes a good point... But we will convict him, and then make him beg.)
Everyone but the other Gods felt a chill of fear run down their back. They almost felt sorry for the fool, but quickly reminded themselves this was brought down upon himself. Instead, they needed to focus back on the task, gathering evidence to rightfully arrest that power-hungry moron!
The young Gods didn't rest and it wasn't long before everyone took note of the absent students. The media were like vultures demanding and questioning how Dumbledore could have allowed so many students to disappear right under his nose?! Oh the way his placated them and angered the Gods would've won him a Gold Medal!
"They all have come to me individually and asked for personal and private tutoring. They all are somewhere safe with professionals taking care of them."
Tutoring! He said they were tutoring! The Council knew the truth! There was no studying, just brainwashing! Disgusting brainwashing! It wouldn't work, they would save them before anything happens!
The Gods took a breath and smiled at the cameras. Their words icy and twisted to those that looked. Their shimmering eyes wide and never leaving Dumbledore. He was certainly going to pay for taking what was theirs.
Sorry for not posting much and for the short chapter. Just wanted to say that I got a job now, so I won't be able to write as much till I get in the groove. I hope the chapter was enjoyable, I'll try and make the next one longer!
~SR
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Present Mixed in the Past
أدب الهواةHarry got a second chance, but he won't use it for revenge. He'll use this as a moment to save everyone he couldn't. To make things right with the one he wanted to be with the most. His Death.
