Harry Potter and The Shadowed Light

Marks make the man

Harry Potter and the Shadowed Light

Chapter 48

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Previously

"We need to go now sir, the enchantment I cast on the door won't last for long," Nymphadora interrupted hesitantly.

Albus cast a look over the young Metamorphmagus, when she had been a student he had taken her under his wing and helped steer her towards the light, even introducing her to Hestia so she could be taken under the older witches wing. She was clearly nervous, her hair a ghostly white instead of one of the usual vibrant colours she seemed to favour. Still that she had chosen to join him, to fight for the light was a good sign. It seemed not all was lost.

"Then let's take our leave," Albus said, waving his arm towards the door, he would have to follow their lead until he managed to sort out his magic issues.

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Calypso knew something was wrong; the wards she had placed over the former headmaster, albeit without any authority, suddenly started screaming at her. Turning the corner she eyed the corridor, the two guards outside the door didn't appear to be under any spells and there seemed nothing out of place, yet she knew what she felt.

Walking down the corridor she felt on edge, yet even with her senses on high alert she failed to notice the stunner sent at her until it was too late.

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Watching the young healer hit the floor Albus sneered, he had seen the disdain in her eyes every time she had entered his room. How dare she judge him and his actions? They would all soon come to regret their betrayal of him and the light.

"Come we need to move quickly, Moody is supposed to be back any moment," Nymphadora said, eyes darting around quickly under her cloak.

She was doubly thankful for the cloak hiding her presence, as she had no desire to go against the infamous old auror. How Hestia had managed to steal four of the highly restricted items she didn't know, but she didn't question it as she was keen to get moving.

She hadn't realised at first that her mentor was so deep in Dumbledore's pockets. She had simply followed her instructions without question, as the older woman hadn't steered her wrong in the past, but now she was regretting her choice in mentor. She didn't want to think about what her mum would do to her if her role in this ever got out. A part of her was torn by loyalty to the old man, but the logical part of her brain knew he was guilty, she had seen the evidence, and read the reports... Still she was in too deep now.

"A moment please," Albus interrupted the youngsters' inner turmoil.

Nymphadora paused, confused when she saw the former headmaster remove his cloak and approach the healer. He seemed to contemplate her before reaching over and taking out her notepad.

Albus wanted Tom to know that he was coming for him, that the light wouldn't go down without a fight.

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Marvolo was roused from his sleep by a terrified elf informing him that Amelia Bones was waiting for him. Waving his hand, he hissed at the time shown, 06:13... somebody had better have died... If not, then he was more than happy to assist them beyond this mortal plane.

After washing and dressing, he entered the Malfoys sitting room, not surprised to see the Head of the DMLE was sitting nursing a large cup of coffee.

"Apologies for helping myself but I'm running on fumes," the woman said without preamble.