If someone had told Persephone that she would have Greyback at her mercy one day, left in her cellar with an overjoyed murderous house elf and a pissed of God of Death, she would have gladly laughed and told you to commit yourself to the Janus Thickey Ward of St Mungo's Hospital and to fucking stay there - but it seemed like even life enjoyed tricking her from time to time. Now, she was completely fazed by the complete normality of some things. Besides, after spending the last two days training her new powers, she finally understood why Dumbledore and Voldemort had both loved and cherished their magical ability and why they each fear the other.
But now, there was a new player on the board they were certainly not expecting.
Aside from her family last name and the history behind it that would surely rally a whole bunch of staunch purebloods to her side, she had kept her ability to converse with snakes - plucking another bunch of his followers that would discover that there was another heir, or marriageable age that they could try to "manipulate" to their cause. Even though she had hoped to cultivate some sort of relationship with her parents, she was well aware of their hatred of anything remotely related to Slytherin, and she counted on joining that particular House so she could shift the winds to her side. The majority of Voldemort's best Death Eaters had not graduated yet and they all craved one thing : power, and it just so happened that her and her brother had plenty of it. She didn't doubt that Harrison would perpetuate the long standing tradition of their family to join Gryffindor even though he might have trouble blending in with his silver hair and apparent family relation to Grindelwald.
That thought...made her stop right as she arrived close to the famous Nurmengard Castle.
In her first life, she had always thought that the physical differences between Petunia and Lilian Evans was so pronounced that it was weird they were remotely close to sisters. While one had beautiful emerald eyes and flamboyant red hair, the other was plainly blonde with a horse face and pretty basic blue eyes - they didn't even look like her twin's.
Was it possible that they had actually been related to the former Dark Lord this whole time? It would certainly explain some physical differences and some burst of their powers - even the speed that had been Harrison's quirk for so long. She had been so jealous at the time...aside from her form of telekinesis, she didn't have anything remotely as useful as him. Her true potential had only been unlocked once he had died and she had thought she would spend the rest of her life without any means to showcase what she was able to do - to dazzle him with how cool his sister was aside from the whole Girl-Who-Lived non-sense.
Still, Persephone shook her head and focused on her reasons for being here : if she was going to have a serious discussion with her grandfather, she didn't need a certain meddling and eye-twinkling Headmaster to interrupt them before they reached a consensus. She was not naive enough to believe he wouldn't barge in here whatever he was currently doing. Still, she felt some pretty powerful wards that were keyed to Dumbledore and would inform him whatever something happened that was out of the ordinary. No wonder Voldemort had rushed to meet his predecessor when the old coot died - nothing would stop him from doing so.
She raised her head and started inspecting the Castle from outside, not even believing that she was actually in such an important piece of history that had been completely wiped out by Riddle in her timeline. And for some reason...her magic, even the Chaotic part of her, felt settled by the magic emanating from the building. She had heard some rumors about Family Magic from time to time but never had any living relative that were knowledgeable enough about it, so she had never experienced it. But now? Being so close to her grandfather and a castle imbued with his magic felt almost like belonging and she was almost ashamed to acknowledge such a feeling was even remotely connected to a Dark Lord that had been the cause of death and destruction less than half a century ago.
Persephone was glad that she hadn't brought anything that could even be considered "magical" with her - there were many detection wards around the area that would inform any German auror that an unregistered wix had been here, but since the Hallows were undetectable and she was proficient in wandless magic, the witch didn't feel very worried. They would not be able to trace anything back to her since they were still pretty biased with Muggles and would never thing a Lady of such a high standing such as her would sully herself to using such means of travel and the Ministry would confirm that none had been awarded nor detected with her magical signature.
"Let's get to it," she whispered while inspecting Nurmengard Castle.
Muggles would only see the Black Sea. To the more observant, a fine mist might dance across its surface towards the horizon, blotting out the sun's rays. They would hear only the silence for which the region is famous. Not a bird chirping. No small animals venturing onto the sandy spits to bask in the sun. A few scattered tourists were taking advantage of the last rays of the summer sun to polish their tans before the end of the holidays. If these Muggles had been lucky enough to be wizards, they would have seen a huge tower on a small island of black rocks, barely above the water. As they approached, a wizard could have noted the inscription that was spelled out above the large, ornate door. For the greater good. But before he could read the motto, he would have been alerted to his whereabouts by the screams he heard. There was no such thing as the sweet silence of Muggles. Only pain, fear and death had their entrance to Nurmengard.
Still, there was something poetic to say about the fact Muggles feared them - and yet, felt alright living in complete ignorance of them. Then, it was safe to say the same thing was currently happening to the Dark and Light Faction of this war - they didn't know that their squabbles would one day anger the rest of the world and there might not be a Wizarding Community to save if the rest of the Muggles rally with each other and decide to wipe them out. After all, nothing binds more than a common enemy.
Hiding under her beloved Cloak, she walked inside the building, letting her Chaos Magic flow through her body and her soul - letting her instinct work around the wards and linking them to her, delicately severing their liaison with Dumbledore or any of his idiotic brood. Still, the red head smiled and enjoyed the rush of power working through her fingers - the exhilaration at the mention that she was actually besting Dumbledore, the Master Manipulator and that he would soon find himself lost in his heartbreak and confusion to care about the mysterious heir twins that decided to grace his halls - even though each one would be sorted elsewhere.
Using the memory from Voldemort's visit, she climbed the stairs towards the top-most cell in the highest tower - instead of opening the door, she decided to close her eyes and phase through it as to not alarm him. She almost gagged in disgust and pity when she saw the state of his accommodations : were wizards not bound by Geneva's law or something? Because, even though the Minister and the Members of the Wizengamot liked to use their power plays and scare each other, they were still all subjects of the Crown. Oh, how she wished the Queen was a witch in her own right that would have used her power and influence to...
Oh, wait right there...
That's...an unexpected thought.
Let's think: she was currently in 1976, which meant that she would be asked to join her sixth year - that didn't bother her since she would be in the same year as the rest of the Maraudeurs and her parents.
Nothing particularly interesting had happened in the Muggle World at the time from her memories, aside from a few Death Eaters attack she was sure she could deal with in complete discretion. Aside from a huge drought, nothing really had come up when she thought about it.
But still, they were subjects of the Crown under the Reign of Queen Elizabeth II and if their community wanted to hide the truth from her, Persephone would be delighted to be her eyes and ears in this time of need of cooperation between non-magicals and wizards.
It was almost heartbreaking to see such a powerful man like Gellert Grindelwald reduced to be shacked in this sort of cell, without any proper accomodation and treated like the scum of the Earth while Dumbledore and Voldemort were roaming free and wreaking havoc however they wished. Her hatred towards both men ran deep and she noticed too late that she had revealed herself to one of the most powerful Seers the world had ever seen - and from what she could understand, he had a keen understanding of Mage Sight.
"ฤnogar ฤnograro, ฤซlen waiting syt ao. isse bisa ฤbrar se se mลrฤซ," muttered her grandfather, strangely calm compared to the time he had been visited by Voldemort. [๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐ฐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐...๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐.]
She didn't understand why - or how, but he looked at her with a feeling of longing - and she could somehow understand how a Dark Lord in his prime had never really cared about legacy in the form of children before it was too late ; and here he was now confronted with the fact that he had had a son who he had never met. Persephone tried not to be spooked by his proclamation and by the fact he was the only other person aside from her brother that had spoken Valyrian to her.
She could barely stand straight being assaulted by a magic she couldn't understand - before she collapsed on the floor, the only thing she had been able to say was a faint "ฤnogar ฤnograro". [๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ]
[๐๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐ง๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐. ๐๐ก๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ง๐๐ค๐.]
๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐: ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ. ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐, ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐ฒ, ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐๐๐๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.
[๐๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ง๐๐ค๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ฌ.]
๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง: ๐๐๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ...๐ก๐๐๐ซ ๐ก๐๐ซ? [๐๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ง๐๐ค๐ ๐ง๐จ๐๐ฌ] ๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ...๐๐'๐ฏ๐ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ค๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ง๐๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐. ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ...๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ง...๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ค ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ ๐จ๐๐ญ๐๐ง? [๐๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ง๐๐ค๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ค๐๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐๐] ๐๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฆ๐, ๐๐ซ๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ? ๐๐๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ง๐ข๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐, ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ? [๐๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ง๐๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐จ๐ ๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐๐ก ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ, ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ]
๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐: ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐. ๐๐ก๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ. ๐๐ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ค๐ง๐๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ.
[๐๐ก๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐ฐ๐๐ค๐ ๐ฌ๐ง๐๐ค๐ ๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฒ'๐ฌ ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง. ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ซ.]
๐๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฒ: ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฒ, ๐๐๐, ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐! ๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ง๐๐ค๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ !
[๐๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ. ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐๐, ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ. ๐๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐๐ก ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐, ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐.]
๐๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฒ: ๐๐ก๐จ๐! ๐๐ก๐ก! ๐๐ก๐ก!!
[๐๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ง๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐, ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐จ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ญ๐๐ซ. ๐๐ก๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ง๐ข๐๐ค๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐๐ฐ. ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ง๐๐ค๐ ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ก๐ข๐๐ข๐ญ, ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ.]
๐๐ง๐๐ค๐: ๐๐ก๐๐ง๐ค๐ฌ.
๐๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ: ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐.
[๐๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ง๐๐ค๐ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ข๐ญ.]
๐๐๐ง: ๐๐๐๐๐!
[๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ง๐๐ค๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐จ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฒ ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐. ๐๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ก๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐, ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ข๐.]
๐๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฒ: ๐๐จ๐ฆ, ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฒ!
๐๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐: [๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ก๐ข๐๐ข๐ญ] ๐๐๐!
๐๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฒ: ๐๐จ๐ฆ, ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐ฉ! ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐!
๐๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐: ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฒ! ๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐?! ๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐? ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฒ, ๐จ๐ก, ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฒ!
[๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ง๐ข๐๐ค๐๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐จ๐ง ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ. ๐๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐๐๐ซ๐ง๐จ๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐๐๐ง๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐จ ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐๐๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ.]
Sirius had been confused about the dreams ever since they had started - it was like the Cloak had been protecting them from far worse than the consequences of their pranks. Ever since it disappeared, he had been plagued with green eyes that resembled Evans' but with more pain...and hatred. He couldn't get himself to share anything about it to his best friend because he was aware of how jealous he would be if he thought his best friend would try to steal his crush - instead, he stayed silent and endured the strange visions, worried that it was just the beginning of the Black Madness people kept speaking about everytime they talked about his family. When he watched his Cousin Bella, it was easy to understand why people would fear their family and their traditions if their magic was able to twist their minds this way and turn them into blood-thirsty killers.
Well, that was before James had a distinct dream of being almost mauled by a tarantula and burned by a dragon and had rushed into his parents' solar to complain and beg them for a potion that would help him sleep soundly.
And it turned out...they were all plagued by the same dreams.
Even though rituals were now frowned upon, it didn't dissuade the Potters by enacting one tonight in order to be able to be together once they were in their mindscape and investigate what was happening. The former Black heir looked at his friend and elbowed him to gain his attention. "You never told me you had a secret twin," he whispered. To his stupor, James didn't rise to the joke and looked disturbed by the scene - like he was almost pained by the treatment of the two children. "Hey, don't be sad, they're Parselmouths, you heard 'em, they're already half evil."
For the first time, Fleamont did not laugh at one of his jokes. Nor did the family matriarch. They were focused on the scene - looking disturbed and pained for some foreign reason.
๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ: [๐๐ฑ๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐] ๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ ๐'๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐, ๐๐ฌ. ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ. ๐๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐๐ง๐ข๐ฑ, ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐๐ข๐ฅ ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ข๐๐๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ, ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐. ๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ. [๐๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ ๐จ๐ง ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฒ'๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐ก๐๐๐]
๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐: ๐๐ง๐...๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐?
๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ: ๐๐ก, ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐๐ค ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐. ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ณ๐๐ซ๐, ๐๐ฌ. ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ. ๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐๐๐ญ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ. ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐๐-๐๐ก๐จ-๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ-๐๐จ๐ญ-๐๐-๐๐๐ฆ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ...๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฅ๐, ๐ฒ๐๐ฌ, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ญ. [๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง. ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ค๐๐ซ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐๐ค๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐.]
The scene changed quite fast - not even giving them the time to understand why Ollivander would take the time to say something so disturbing and traumatizing to a young orphan before sending her off. Her brother, who still looked like a clone of James with blue eyes and Malfoy-blond hair, looked angry and positively ready to throttle anyone who dared to hurt his sister. Sirius was reminded of his behavior before deciding to distance himself further from REgulus - which shamed him just to even think about it.
๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง: ๐๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐๐ข๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ก๐? ๐๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ. ๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ, ๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐, ๐ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ.
๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐: [๐ฌ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ฌ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐๐ฐ๐๐ฒ] ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ, '๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ง๐ญ. ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ณ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐. ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐จ ๐๐๐. ๐ ๐๐๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ ๐จ, ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ณ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ง ๐ ๐จ. ๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐-...๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐-...
๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง: ๐๐๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ข๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง?
๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐: ๐๐จ, ๐ ๐๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ญ. ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ. [๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ] ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ.
๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง: ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ?
๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐: ๐๐ก๐ก!!
The Potters looked pretty surprised - they were clearly in the Leaky Cauldron even though it looked a bit different from what they knew and Hagrid, the current groundskeeper, was accompanying two Potters to school - but why didn't they contact them ? Even though they might have been a different branch, they would have been overjoyed to include them in their life, especially since they looked so similar to their own son.
They hadn't been able to conceive more children - not for lack of trying. While Sirius was thinking along the same lines, James felt some sort ofโฆforeboding. Ever since he had heard the name "Persephone" when the letter explaining the whereabouts of the Cloak had been sent, something had settled within him, even more so when the dreams began waking him up in tears while not being able to clearly remember them.
๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐: ๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ฌ, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ฌ. [๐๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ก ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ก๐๐๐๐ค ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐๐ซ๐ข๐'๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ, ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ค๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐๐ฅ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐, ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ณ๐. ๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ง๐๐ซ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐๐ฌ.] ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ '๐๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐. ๐๐ง๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ, ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ ๐จ๐ง๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ '๐๐ฆ. [๐๐๐ซ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ'๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ, ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ง ๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐. ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐. ๐๐ก๐๐ง, ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ญ ๐๐ง ๐ข๐ง๐๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ'๐ฌ ๐ก๐๐๐.] ๐๐จ๐๐จ๐๐ฒ...๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐. '๐๐๐ฉ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.
[๐๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ก ๐๐๐๐ค ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐.]
๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐: ๐๐? ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ค๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ...๐ฆ๐?
๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐: ๐๐๐ฌ. ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ง'๐ญ ๐ง๐จ ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐ก๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐. ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ค ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐...๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง ๐๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ.
๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ง: ๐๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ...๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ๐ฎ-๐๐ง๐จ๐ฐ-๐๐ก๐จ?
๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐: ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐๐. ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ๐ฐ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ข๐จ๐ง. ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐, ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ค๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐'๐ฌ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐, ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ญ๐ข๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง. ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ '๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐๐ซ๐ญ๐๐ข๐ง. ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ. ๐๐ก๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ. ๐๐ก๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐. ๐๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ-๐๐ก๐จ-๐๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ฒ-๐๐ก๐จ-๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐.
"That was Evans," whispered James - usually, he would have leaped in joy that his dream deemed it important enough to include Evans in his fantasies, but he knew enough that a collective dream accompanied by a ritual would have stopped them from being shared with others. He didn't know what was happening - but they were actuallyโฆexperiencing the future.
Fleamont had been hugging his wife who had vomited after seeing her own son being strict down by the Killing Curse and her supposed grandchildren being threatened by an actual Dark Lord while they were barely babies. Besidesโฆif they had not taken custody of their grandchildren, it could only mean that even them had met their demise.
Sirius didn't know what he could say or do - so he decided to just hug his best friend and brother, hoping his presence could at least help with the small glimpse of the future they had seen.