chapter 4

All things considered, it was a bit of a shame how easy it was to kidnap one of the most dangerous men alive. Still, just the fact that aspiring Dark Lords and fanatics of the Dark Arts had never tried to get in touch with him, maybe thinking he was too far gone after being locked up in his own prison. Persephone had heard about his Seer abilities and before meeting Luna, she never would have believed something as fickle as divination.

Just the sheer fact that Voldemort had done something as despicable as trying to kill a new-born because a drunk woman had uttered crazy ramblings in a dangy pub. Everything she had done...was for her brother, even walking to her death and getting involved in crazy events each year. He was always adventurous and getting in trouble, never understanding how different it was for her to be in the spotlight since she was considered a "beacon of light". Her magic had never been light - just the fact that she had somehow become the prophesied Scarlet Witch had been enough to show her how misguided she had been by her own magical core. Unlike her twin and the rest of his sycophants, she had never admired the Headmaster as much as they did.

Albus Dumbledore had been an enigma from the start ; maybe it was because she was used to the muggle world, but she couldn't imagine a situation where it was ethical to hold three major occupations that are supposed to be a full-time job. No wonder he never came to check up on the Potter twins when they were younger - and even then, apparition was literally seconds away. As for the other teachers...Snape had always acted like she was the bane of his existence but she had noticed how incredibly softer he was, especially since she came back in her fifth year with vibrant red hair that reminded everyone that she was Lilian Evans' daughter, not just James Potter, pureblood extraordinaire. From the moment they had told her she had been marked by Voldemort as a child, she had known that it was her mothers doing - never being able to prove it was one of her biggest regrets. They would rather credit a fifteen-month-old baby rather than a full-fledged witch just for the mere reason that she was a Muggleborn.

Blood purity was just utter bullshit - they just liked to show the rest of the world just how superior they were. If she could, she would just buy an island, ward it to hell and back and just create some sort of magical community and...

Well, that was a thought that she would keep close to her heart - Muggles would one day be advanced enough to pinpoint them on the map and they would obliterate them. Mundanes are snot some harmless fools that still pitchforks and fire to stop threats, they had made leaps and leaps of innovations in their warfare and their technology and they didn't have the best track records with people different than them. Persephone had no doubt in her mind that if they would do whatever was possible to find a way to pinpoint them and to destroy them. They even destroyed each other - why wouldn't they do the same to people who could literally control them with a wand wave? The red head had never thought about it this way before - but now that she had access to some overpowered source of magic, she understood just how wrong the disparities were. And she also thought of how funny it would be if the pureblood fanatics learnt that her, a halfblood and her brother, had been gifted powers by an unknown divinity that seemed to like them.

Well, now she knew it was Thanatos, but still - the powers would have been more useful from her first year rather than giving it to her just after the Final Battle. Or maybe it had been hampered by the Horcrux on her forehead? After all, it had been there her whole life and unlike her brother, her red wisps had stayed dormant most of her life before she had been hit by a distinctive green curse.

Persephone sighed and looked at her "grand-father" - even though she still doubted her reasons for freeing him, she couldn't lie and say she hadn't been deeply troubled by his eyes. They were so sad and heartbroken, it just reminded her of her state of mind when she had lost her dear Hadrian. From there, not rescuing him was not an option anymore. "Let me tell you right now," she started, conveying her anger. "I don't care about the feelings you might have for Dumbledore, I consider him an enemy."

"Warum hassen Sie ihn so sehr?," asked Grindelwald.

She sighed, not particularly feeling ready for sharing her whole life story with her supposed grandfather. It was a bit eerie that he had accepted her words and explanation without ever doubting her, keeping on proclaiming he had caught some visions of her from time to time and had never understood the implications because of it.

"He turned me into a weapon," she said, looking at him with her Avada-Kadavra green eyes. "From the moment I was born, he knew I would have to die to get rid of his enemy - and he didn't hesitate to use my whole family as pawns to fall down one after the other so I would have no reason but to offer myself as a sacrifice." Since he didn't have much context, she wanted to just be as concise as ever.

But yes, even though she had her grievances with her family and their friends, she did not particularly enjoy seeing Remus, Sirius, Harry, her parents...dying one after the other because of some master chess player. Apparently, Dumbledore thought himself smart enough to be the only one to fool his community, but he certainly did not account for a rival he had never heard of before.

Persephone had been interested in Runes while at Hogwarts, not even wasting her time with Divination after she had an affinity for Elder Futhark (as did Gellert as he happily and proudly pointed out). She had chosen just the right day for visiting : instead of focusing on Litha and the Summer Soltice's preparation, she would focus the whole force of her magic into rejuvenating and healing her grandfather. She had prioritized teiwaz to guide her goal towards skin rejuvenation, berkano for the cleansing and the renewal, jera to speed up the result as well as uruz to gain the vitality back while focusing heavily on the kenaz runes - thinking about the specific traits or marks Dumbledore might look for to prove his identity while adding her personal one, sowilo to provide energy for the physical changes while also powering the runes.

Since he had been locked for more than thirty years, she needed to also help him gain back his inner strength and energy, especially since he had heavily relied on the Elder Wand. Of course, she could let him use it since she didn't particularly need it (she needed to remember to purchase her former and dear holly wand from a certain barmy wand-maker), but she did not trust him enough with the temptation of a Hallow that he was intimate with. That wand was famous for nothing but killing and it was staggering that Dumbledore had kept it for so long without fighting at least once a month. Well, he barely left Hogwarts, that could certainly explain it - and his total lack of faith of others and their magical prowess since he surely thought no one could best him when he had the strongest wand in the world. Ha ! Forgetting her musings, she focused on drawing mannaz hoping it would clear his mind from any idea of vengeance and rampage in the Muggle world, insisting on the teiwaz rune - it was certainly fitting for a former leader and once again, adding her favorite (and personal in her opinion) rune. Even though it was a manifestation of natural forces, Thurisaz energy cannot be directed, which meant it is often used in negative formulas where a large charge of energy is required to start a process.

Oh, this was getting so tiring - thank god they had apparated back to the Peverell Manor without looking back on the grim old castle that had been famous for being the base of operation of Grindelwald. In a few months, she would burn it down and watch as Dumbledore gets confused -which she would thoroughly enjoy.

Persephone had wanted to change his eye color - but remembered he would be acting as her father and it would not be so far-fetched if he shared the same traits as his own father (even though it was still him). Still, their presence would be noticed around the world and would be met with different reactions, but it would at least calm down any rumors of line theft. If a certain Headmaster decided to visit Nurmengard to check on his former lover, he would find a demented old man rambling about Death and the Hallows. Maybe she would burn down the fortress while the Headmaster was inside - might make the job easier.

Since they barely knew each other and looked nothing alike, she had insisted on adding some runes on family, not noticing Thanatos devious smile at the prospect of some physical changes she might go through. He had been travelling to a certain dimension since his creations had decided to wreak havoc in Westeros and had learnt a lot, but still, they were too primitive and he certainly would not help a certain bastard king while he was planning to betray his lover (and aunt) and become a kinslayer.

Choosing runes to strengthen their familiar link had been something she had never been able to do with Harrison, they were twins - and Dumbledore had forbid them from using rituals since they were dark. Since he seemed to follow each one of their actions, they had decided to stay put and not anger the man that was holding our lives in his hands even more so.Kenaz had been her first choice (she had a better affinity with fire) since it would help reveal each other's qualities and strengthen their bond while being a beacon for the action of other runes. Then, Gebo since it helps with binding energy and balancing each other - it was a sort of magical exchange that they would both enjoy since she would be able to See in some instances while Gellert would finally be able to learn more about the Death Magic he had coveted his whole life. Finally, Othila : a basic protective runes that would connect each member of the family, instead of focusing on the romance of it, she focused on the unconditional (and platonic) love she held towards her twin.

Finally, the ritual was ready.

Persephone smiled before slicing her hand, aware that her blood would help infinatelly with her plans.

𝐌𝐜𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥: 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫.]

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐜𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞.

[𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦.𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.]

𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐭: 𝐆𝐑𝐘𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑!

The Potters smiled - they might not know who these people were and why they had been dreaming of them for the last few weeks, but there was no doubt about the fact that they were James' children. His son looked his twin and it was particularly eerie to see it through a dream. "I wouldn't have expected him to be anywhere else," he said to his almost-brother, enjoying the smile adorning his face.

𝐌𝐜𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥: 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

[𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.]

𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐭: 𝐇𝐦𝐦...𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐨𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲: [𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭] 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐭: 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧, 𝐞𝐡? 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬! 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐍𝐨? 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 [𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠] 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧...𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐭: 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞... 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞... 𝐆𝐑𝐘𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐑!!

[𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.]

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞: 𝐖𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫! 𝐖𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫!

The boys cheered, even though they had been scared to see the exact copy of Lily Evans waltz into the green and silver house. No one knew how they would react to her, being the offspring of the most devoted family of the Light while having destroyed their Lord while being a mere baby. From the looks people were throwing at her, they had been surprised by the almost hat-stall. They even noticed the fact that Snape was seated with the faculty staff and had a scowl while looking at the twins, seemingly ready to curse them to the next century. The vision wavered while Percy was looking hurt, holding onto her brother and her scar.

𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬. 𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐰... [𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬] 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫... [𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐧] 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. [𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬. 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐢𝐧, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.] 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭...𝐩𝐚𝐲...𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. [𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫. 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲.] 𝐌𝐫. 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐮𝐫...𝐧𝐞𝐰...𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝? [𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬.] 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰? 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐌𝐫. 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐳𝐨𝐚𝐫? [𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.]

While the potion teacher was admonishing her twin, they had looked closely at Persephone to see how she would react. If her brother was the equivalent of water, feeling calm and collected while making the best of a situation, Persephone was the reckless fire that would burn everything in her wake. They noticed her eyes flashing red for a few seconds before Snape almost fell from his seat. Then, in less than a second, everything turned to normal and Percy had an innocent smile on her face, not provoking anyone's ire.

"Huh," said Sirius, looking at the scene. "I wish I could've pulled it off so well in my first year with Minnie." He didn't talk much - not understanding where he could be and why him, Remus and Peter had not decided to take the twins when they had the opportunity. Was it a falling out? Did they have their own family and had not thought twice about their godchildren?

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦!

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨: 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨? [𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝟑𝟔𝟎.] 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧!

[𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐜𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. 𝐌𝐜𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫.]

𝐁𝐨𝐲: 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐛, 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲!

𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝟐: 𝐎𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞.

[𝐌𝐜𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬.]

𝐌𝐜𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥: 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫? [𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫] 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞. [𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.]

[𝐌𝐜𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥'𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐚.]

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥: 𝐀𝐧 𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐬-𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬...

𝐌𝐜𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥:... 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧-𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐌𝐜𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥: 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞?

𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥: 𝐎𝐡. 𝐘-𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞. [𝐀 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐬.] 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐛-𝐛𝐚𝐭... [𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝.]

𝐌𝐜𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥: 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐫!

[𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐒𝐢𝐫 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐲.]

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤: 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝? 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐆𝐫𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐫. 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.

𝐑𝐨𝐧: 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐫? 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧...

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐀 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐜𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥.

"AAAAAH," screamed James, running everywhere displaying his joy at seeing his daughter being a natural on a broom - especially if she was going to be a seeker. Still, it was funny to see him being pulled by the magic each time he tried to leave while his parents were desperate to understand why they were disturbed in their sleep - and what happened that was so dire for the House of Potter that they required this kind of help?

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟?

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝.

[𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐫.]

𝐑𝐨𝐧: 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐚. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨𝐨.

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧: 𝐖𝐞– 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰.

The implications behind a simple phrase were too daunting for them to realize : why had no one taken care of them? Why were they so unaware of their heritage and their duty to their house? Even for Muggleborns, there was a magical guardian that would explain the working of the society for them, but the twins had been thrown into an environment they knew next to nothing about while the rest of the world already had expectations for them.

[𝐑𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐬, 𝐲𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞...𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬.]

𝐀𝐥𝐥: 𝐀𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇𝐇! [𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐭, 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧.]

Even though they didn't the context, they were also deeply aware that the Board of Governors would never have left Dumbledore do something so dangerous - he had told students there was something dangerous in the third-floor and for some reason, the staircase had been manipulated to take the children right there. Whether it was to kill them or simply to make them more curious, it did not reassure the Potter household for the slightest. Meanwhile, Sirius was comparing the three-headed dog to his bitch of a mother - and still, Walburga won as the ugliest and most dangerous canine he had ever heard about.