An ENTERPRISING OMEGA

Chapter 70 : Harry's POV 14

What to do? Harry had no desire to stay on the platform but it was currently the safest position, especially since the Death Eaters who had been sitting at their table had gathered to protect them. Nikolai had joined them, a little grumpy but just as intrigued by what could happen next. Harry was cuddling the twins, Yseult had her eyes open and she was smiling while Dorian was sleeping soundly. Harry found them adorable when it was surely not the time to think about such things.

—You can't say you party without a bloody moment, Voldemort.

— What do you want, Nikolai, some were bored and I am happy to entertain them one last time in their lives. They have become so short.

Harry could hear the sadistic delight in his Alpha's voice. Oh, the man certainly wanted to go hunting and take care of his enemies himself like the special forces must do at this hour. Harry also noted the absence of Bellatrix, a sign that she had taken the lead of his squadron. What a carnage this was going to be...

The statues were still fluttering around the platform, spoiling their view a little. Which didn't stop her husband from being gallant and offering her a chair. Harry took it willingly, he was still convalescing even if it was at the end. And with the twins in his arms, it felt good to be able to sit quietly even though the situation was tense. Even Nikolai had his wand in hand, proof that the Tsar felt somewhat threatened.

— And now, Thomas?

— We normally just have to wait, the protections have been lifted so these places are more or less safe.

Her husband was talking about the entire dining area, many guests had gotten up and finally settled back down under the orders of the Death Eaters, especially Abraxas who managed all this with his usual finesse. Harry looked at the darkness which was disturbed by the jets of light coming from all sides. It was impossible to tell from here who was leading the battle, although the calmness displayed by Thomas suggested that the special forces could not fail. Harry arranged the position of the twins by surrounding them with a large strip of fabric. Thomas helped him and the little ones ended up well wedged against his chest, leaving his hands free in turn, just in case.

— They must have some way to apply pressure, it would be stupid of them to attack just to attack.

Nikolai was right about that, and Harry wondered what they were planning to use to achieve anything. Even just to get closer… Harry was pretty sure the werewolves had joined the fray, Thomas having sent them Portkeys just for the occasion. Fenrir had been delighted to be called to the party for that, which was why he hadn't been seen until then. So Harry continued to be on the lookout, more out of caution than real fear. Especially since his invincible Alpha was within range.

— Or is it just to let it be known that there will be resistance?

The Tsar talked a lot when he was nervous, he was just glad that what he was bringing up was relevant or Thomas would have surely silenced him with a spell. Harry contemplated the problem calmly. A resistance might be possible but it could not yet truly be built since the various countries had had their borders closed during the preparation of the empire. The reopening had taken place the day before, precisely so that all the guests could come to the party. In fact, Harry had a hard time believing that it could come from anywhere other than France or the United Kingdom and…

— Sirius?

Harry almost got up when he saw his godfather restrained, his neck under the arm of a masked person, the stranger's wand against the animagus' temple. Thomas emitted an alpha growl that made him shiver. Obviously, there was the means of pressure. Abraxas turned his head towards them, not knowing what he should do. Harry got up, more angry than worried.