Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 63| Drip, Drip, Drip

Four months. That was how long it had been before the Council had enough evidence to finally get the Aurors and Madam Bones to act. The Council had wanted to act sooner, but Madam Bones painfully reminded them that unless it was airtight, Dumbledore could walk away with a slap on the wrist and being stripped of some titles. Titles he could wiggle back into. So, they waited and dug around. Now, they were done waiting. They could now deal with him.

"What is going on?" The once admired wizard shouted as Aurors stormed his office. His twinkling eyes showing the true emotion of confusion.

"You're under arrest." Madam Bones hissed, her eyes narrowed with pure disgust and hatred. How could this being in front of her ever be considered human? He was far too monstrous. She could finally see that now.

"Arrest?" Bewilderment now took hold. "Surely this isn't-"

"We know everything, Albus." Draco, no Raven took a step forward, revealing himself to the light. His eyes were a sharp silvery hue. "I do suggest before you go into questioning, that you tell us where they are."

"And try not play the fool. It will only service to anger us more." Hare stepped out next, the Kit and Kett soon following.

Their eyes glimmered with their creatures barely controlled. Anger boiling under their skin, practically visible for all to witness.

A small flinch of fear crept into Dumbledore's mind as he looked to them, but his eyes swayed to Luna, or Hare. She had never shown anger in her two lifetimes. Always looking cool and distant, though floating might be a better way to describe her. Her patience was well known in both lifetimes, at least from what he had gathered from Hagrid. Perhaps he should've heeded the old saying; 'Beware the fury of a patient man.'

The dreamy girl smiled, but it wasn't like her usual smiles. No, this smile was crisp and cold. Calculating with a touch of insanity. She showed too much teeth for it to be comfortable. It was too wide as well... It felt and looked every form of wrong, but at the same time it wasn't.

She took a step forward, her sparkling moonstone eyes completely focused on him. No one said a word, nothing moved, nothing made a sound. It was as if a predator had appeared and devoured it all. Yet, for Dumbledore's mind, it felt worse.

Drip, drip. That was what he could hear.

Drip, drip, drip. His skin was strangely wet with sweat despite the cool air.

Drip, drip. Drip. It felt like the waterdrops were hitting his head.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Was there a leak he hadn't noticed before?

Drip, drip. Drip, drip. Where was it coming from!

Drip, drip, drip. Drip, drip. Why was it hitting him!

Drip, drip. Drip, drip, drip. Drip.

"Stop it! Stop it, you vile monster! Stop messing with my head!" He screeched, wiggling and writhing in the firm holds of the Aurors.

The dreamy girl tilted her head, her smile growing like a pleased cat.

"Where is my Owl and my friends then?" Her voice was serene, but it followed the drip, drip, drip.

Dumbledore was beginning to loath that sound, but the noise and feeling wouldn't stop! It was like he was in a thick fog, a place filled with only death and despair! The coldness sunk its claws into his old bones, stripping him of any form of happiness or hope.

"Never! I'll never tell you!" He screamed, lurching forward to attack her.

The pale woman didn't even flinch as he wrapped his hands around her throat, squeezing with all his might! He could feel her blood rushing under her thin neck, it'd be so easy to break! But the dripping just got louder and louder!

"Where are they?" Her voice echoed endlessly, bouncing off of stone walls to go distant only to come close once more. An endless look of her question. A question that followed the drip, drip, drip.

"Safe! Safe from all of you and your evils! You Dark bastards!" Words spilled from his mouth as if he was drowning and coughing up the sea water. His eyes unfocused and blurry, the calm he had always portrayed vanishing to nothing.

"Safe?" Hare chortled, the noise whipping around him like enraged wind. "From us, their lovers no less?" Her amusement grew as faint howls appeared.

He tightened his grip, desperate to make her silent! To kill her! But her face never turned pale nor her lips blue. Her glowing moonstone eyes stayed on him, and he couldn't look away. He tried, he tried, he tried!

"Yes! They are gods of the Light! They don't need you!" He screamed, foam dripping down the corners of his mouth. "They're in my home! Where you will never get to them!"

Her too wide grin grew, her eyes becoming half-moons of twisted glee. She reached a hand to his cheek. It was freezing but the noise-- the insanity-- was gone.

"Thank you for your words, false prophet." The Goddess hummed, pulled from him.

He took shuddering breathes, blinking his blurry eyes to see her just standing in front of him. He was still trapped by the Aurors, he never got free of them. But he said nothing! He revealed-

"You-"

"Sshh." She raised a finger to her lips, those wicked eyes of insanity gazing down at him with contempt. "The twins are doing so well, keeping the Aurors from seeing too much, but truly, did you think you'd be able to keep our lovers from us?"

He spat at her in reply. He would be out! He could easily twist all of this around! It didn't matter what they had! He was Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore! He was the Champion of Light! He will make them all see!

"Take him away! He will be questioned and tried for all the sins he had committed!" Madam Bones shuddered in disgust, bile rising in her throat. It took all her years of self-control to keep it from happening. With a last look to the teen gods, she bowed her head and hurried after her Aurors.

Taking a deep breath, Hare calmed enough to turn back to her companions. It looked like her display of power had garnered her respect from the most dominating Gods.

"Should we-"

"Excuse me, I think I can help!" A voice sounded from the walls, making the four Gods jump.

They whipped their heads to a side of the room they had never been to before. Honestly, they had never noticed it till that moment. Perhaps it was because of the charms? It didn't help there was plenty of clutter to physically hide it.

Raven moved in front of Hare, the twins soon doing the same. Their powers were more handy in combat situations. If it came down to that, though Raven had a feeling it wouldn't.

With a flick of his Godly wand, the hidden door swung open to reveal a cold stone room with a ratty mattress on the ground. The room was barely big enough to be even called a muggle studio apartment! Yet, the surprise was a lanky brunet sitting on the ratty mattress, staring at them with unnervingly ancient oak eyes. His lips were pulled into a troublemaker's smirk that strangely made him handsomely cute as well as an instinctual threat.

"Hello there, mind helping a fellow god?" Chains rattled as he raised his arms to show his enchanted chains.

There was a pause before Raven spoke.

"Merlin?"