"Alaric Thorne Gannon" Bonny spat out the name, his tone laced with bitterness, like he was forcing something vile from his mouth.
The name seemed to hang in the air, heavy with something unheard.To be famous, is to be known, she thought. But in this case, the name meant nothing to her.
The way he said it made Laken's skin prickle. It was a name that carried weight, yet to her, it was nothing more than a string of syllables. She shifted in her seat, crossing her legs, trying to mask the unease creeping into her thoughts.
"No one knows how much he's involved in the Wizarding World," Bonny continued, his tone more resigned now, as though the weight of the secret had been pressing on him for too long. "No one even suspects him of being involved either." He rubbed his head roughly with the back of his hand.
"And most definitely, no one knows who he is," Bonny added, his voice quieter now, almost as if he was admitting it to himself more than to her.
Laken's eagerness leaned her forward, "A person like that could have so much power and yet remain unknown? Even Voldermort—" Bonny flinched visibly at the name, his body tensing as though struck. "—couldn't hide himself out of sight like that."
"Sometimes power comes in different forms," Bonny replied, his voice somber. "And it doesn't necessarily mean the power you're thinking of. It's not just about magical strength or influence. Sometimes, it's about wealth—pure, unadulterated wealth. That's a different kind of Power, and it's the kind that lets you stay in the shadows, hidden from the world."
The room seemed to close in on her again, the air thick with tension and she was lost of what his words truly meant.
"He might've been a good husband," Bonny continued, his voice carrying the weight of distant memories. "But never a father figure." His eyes said it all, which were now far ways as though he was staring into a past only he could see.
"You know," he went on, his tone softening into something almost vulnerable, "sometimes you have to become the parental figure to your own parents. In my case, that was most of the time. But I fear I've failed in both ways. One, when I tried to step into that role, and the other, when I longed for that same care in return."
Laken couldn't help but notice the way Bonny spoke—how he could take something twisted, dark,
and yet somehow weave it into a melody of words that sounds almost. . . normal. It was unsettling actually, how he could do that, twisting reality into something poetic. But it also made her wonder—was he really saying what she thought he was? Did he even know himself?"I failed miserably," he added, the admission slipping from him like a secret he had carried too long.
Laken's mind raced, grappling with the heavy, uncertain air between them. What am I supposed to say to that? She cleared her throat, rough enough to cut through the tension, making Bonny blink as his gaze sharpened just a bit.
"Does anything. . . explain his behavior, doing all of this?" Laken finally spoke, her was almost hesitant. "I mean, I clearly know nothing about your. . . . situation. Well, neither did I know anything about his very existence. . . ."
It was a few minutes after Laken said that, but Bonny just sat there, sinking deeper into the heavy quietness that seemed to wrap around Laken like a shroud.
"Bonny?" she tried again, her voice softer this time.
"I wonder," he said suddenly, his voice breaking the silence like a whisper in the dark. It made Laken freeze, her heart skipping a beat. "I've wondered before, what made my father go after you." His gaze Laken into hers, sharp and unwavering.
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The Oracle's Wake - Harry Potter
FanfictionDon not pity the death. Pity the living. And above all, all those who lives without love. Laken was always seen things others can't-glimpses of the future that weigh heavy on her heart. Each vision is a puzzle piece, pulling her deeper into a worl...