Knight of Sitri 7

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Harry opened his eyes to see Zela and Tonks talking in the corner of the room.

"Look. He's awake." Tonks said after noticing him sitting up out of the corner of her eyes.

"So he is." Zela nodded, turning around to face him.

"So what happ-" Harry started to ask, but a splitting headache stopped that train of thought.

"Relax." Zela said calmly, and something about her tone made it easier to listen. After a few seconds of calming breathes, the headache receded leaving only a dull throbbing. "Your memories have been restored, but it'll be a little while before you access them without that happening. For now, just don't try too hard and you should be fine."

Nodding his head, Harry tried to stand, but his muscles ached in protest.

"Oh, and you might not want to move too much." Tonks added, "We took the liberty of healing up some old wounds, but it'll take some time to recover."

"Old wounds?" Harry asked, moving his hand up to the scar on his forehead but it was unchanged.

"Yeah." Zela shrugged, "I'm talking about the beatings you've been taking. Not to mention you've only recently started eating the way you're supposed to. Malnutrition isn't a good thing, so I had that corrected as well. A word of warning, though. You'll be experiencing quite a few changes over the next couple of days, so be prepared. It'll probably hurt like hell."

"Okay..." Harry muttered to himself.

"Then there's only one more thing left to do." Zela said calmly, leaning back in her chair, "Let's talk Dumbledore."

"What about Dumbledore?" Harry asked her, "I haven't told him anything, if that's what you mean."

"I know." she nodded, "However, the old man's more cunning than he lets on. I don't know what it might be, but somehow he's managed to piece together what really happened. Or part of it, at least. It seems that one of the Four Great Satans is trying to find some info on you at the headmaster's request."

"What are we going to do? "Harry asked worriedly.

"Well, that's your call." Zela replied as Tonks refilled their tea, "The way I see it, there's three options. First. We let it play out, and deal with the matter when it becomes necessary. Most likely, that would be by the end of the week. I wouldn't hold out hope that your identity would remain a secret from Ajuka Beelzebub any longer than that. He's the mastermind behind the evil piece in your chest, and if he'd actually felt the need, I assure you that he'd have your name, address, phone number, GPA, and pants size within ten minutes. Luckily, he's the type that doesn't usually rush anything, so you've got a couple of days, at least. If you'd like to use that time to plan what to do when Dumbledore finds out, then I'll respect that."

"What's option number two?" Harry asked, already nervous of the disapproving speech Dumbledore's likely to give him when he find out what really happened.

"Option two is the three of us can go and see him right now, and tell him the truth." She answered simply, "Personally, I don't think it's a good idea to do it right away, if only because a meeting like this needs to be thought out, but again, your call."

"And option three?" Tonks asked, seeming more interested in this conversation than Harry was, though that was mostly because Harry was nervous.

"I deal with it my way over the next two days." She smirked casually, sipping her tea.

"Why over the next two days?" Harry asked, somewhat surprised that she was volunteering to do it by herself.

"Because this plan only works if I can catch him off guard." She replied easily, lowering her cup back onto the saucer, "For that, I need time to prepare, and a day should be fine."

"I think that third one is best." Harry answered after a few minutes thought, "I honestly wouldn't know what to say, but you seemed to have some idea, so I figure it's better that way."

"Well, that's fine than." Zela said easily, "So, are you feeling any better?"

"Not really." Harry shrugged, but his muscles were still too sore to do much more.

"Well, I guess that rules out any physical training." Zela sighed, getting to her feet.

"A shame." Tonks nodded, taking Zela's vacated seat across from Harry, "So, we'll do something a bit more practical for the current situation. Demonic Arts training."

"Demonic arts..?" Harry asked, slightly unsure about jumping right into it without any preparations.

"Don't worry so much." Zela chuckled at his expression, "You've got me and Tonks here to teach you, so you should be fine at this point. It's normally a bad idea to teach a reincarnated devil right from the start, since their bodies haven't fully adjusted to the transformation. However, in the last few weeks, you've fully adjusted to being a devil, so your demonic powers should be stabilized and safe to harness."

"'Should?'" Harry asked, "That doesn't sound so promising..."

"Well, I've never done this before. "Zela admitted, "But it's what I heard from my sister, so have a little faith."

Harry opened his mouth to speak again, but Tonks just giggled, "Sorry, Harry, but she's not letting you off so easily. Just relax, alright? We'll take it easy at first."

"Fine..." Harry groaned, "What do I have to do?"

"Alright., hold your hand out like this." Tonks instructed, holding her hand out like she were holding a ball, "And imagine your demonic power forming a sphere in your hand." As she spoke, a bubblegum pink light appeared in the air above her palm, and slowly grew until it was roughly the size of a baseball.

Nodding his head, Harry did as she instructed, and focused just about everything he had into his hand, but nothing happened. "Am I doing it right?" He asked stupidly after a few minutes without change.

"You need to relax." Zela added from across the room, "You're not going to get anywhere all tensed up like that."

"Even if you say that..." Harry muttered, trying again, "I can't get it to work..."

"Your demonic energy forms a field around you, your aura." Zela said, moving to stand behind Harry, "You need to visualize your aura flowing into the palm of your hand. Just breath and imagine it."

Nodding his head again, Harry took a few calming breathes and tried again. This time, under Zela's guidance, he was able to create a ball of electric blue energy about half the size of Tonks'. Though it was nearly impossible to maintain for more than a second.

"I'm impressed." Zela said with a slight grin, "Tonks, he's got you beat. When you first learned this, yours was about an inch in diameter. His is at least twice that."

"And I was half his age." Tonks reminded her with a huff, "Besides, I also got it on my first try."

"Well done, Harry." Zela said after a few seconds, "you can stop now. It's a good first try. For now, you need to focus on making it easier to call upon. You powers won't be very effective if it takes all your concentration to do something like this."

"It'll come to you." Tonks nodded, getting to her feet and walking to the center of the room, "It's just a matter of time and practice. Eventually, you'll be able to do something like this."

For a brief moment, Tonks was surrounded by a faint pink glow. Than, all at once, a sudden shock wave send Harry flying backwards, where he was grabbed by Zela. It was nearly impossible to open his eyes in the typhoon force winds, but he eventually managed it.

Tonks hadn't moved, however her entire body was surrounded by tornado like winds created from her demonic power. Her eyes were also glowing which made for a very ominous scene.

"That's enough, Tonks." Zela shouted over the wind.

As quickly as they came, the winds vanished, and Tonks smirked, "You get the idea. That's one of Zela's secret techniques, so it'll be a while before you can learn it, but when you do..."

"Suffice to say that you could kill Voldemort with ease." Zela smiled, "Don't believe me? Look down."

Harry did as instructed and was shocked to see that his robes were shredded. None of the attacks had broken his skin, but the thought of what it could have done if she'd been serious made Harry shiver. Then a thought occurred to him.

"Then, can you do that too?" He asked Zela.

The king smirked in response, "I'm the one who taught it to Nymphadora. But don't worry, I won't show you. This castle wouldn't survive if I did." Turning over to Tonks, who was now breathing a tad heavily, she added, "Can I trust you to keep an eye on this place? I'm going out for a little while."

"Sure thing." Tonks replied with a small smile, "Harry, try again. Focus on drawing it out faster rather than making it larger. Strength will come with time. It's more important that you can use it if you need to."

Giving one last glance to her two servants, Zela creates a Magic transfer circle and disappeared.


Late that night, Lord Voldemort left Malfoy Manor under cover of darkness. His death eaters had been instructed not to bother him for the evening, and the materials he required were almost all prepared. Only three remained.

Once safely outside Lucius' defensive wards, he apparated soundlessly to the outskirts of Little Hangleton. to the last house of Gaunt. The cottage was in ruins, long since picked clean of almost anything of value. Only one item remained that mattered.

With a wave of his wand, the protection spells he'd cast were removed , and the hidden door on the floor was revealed. Opening it, he removed the small box. Inside was a large gold ring with a black stone baring the Peverell seal.

One down, two to go.

From the now worthless house of Gaunt, he apparated to the furtherest corner of Knockturn Alley. After a few moments of waiting, a small cloaked figure approached him.

"Master Riddle..." The voice said calmly, reaching inside it's cloak pocket and removing a golden cup, "Your cup, as requested... Now where is my fee."

Snatching the cup from the figures hand, he sent a silent Imperious curse at him and brought the goblin under his control. With the cup safely on his person, there was only one left.

Taking the goblin with him, he apparated to a small, nearly inaccessible cave on the coast. Once inside, he drove a dagger into the goblin's arm, and forced it to rub it's blood onto the stone wall. After passing through the now open wall, he came upon the final obstacle. A large sub-terrain lake.

Raising his boat, he silently ordered the creature to steer them to the island. Once there, he conjured the necessary goblet and forced the goblin to drink his fill of the Draught of Despair. With each cupful, the resistance to the Imperious curse grew stronger, but at last, just before it broke the spell completely, it finished the potion and he allowed the curse to break.

The goblin retched instantly, clutching at the hems of his robes, "Please..." He gasped, "Water..."

"Behind you, my friend." He smiled, scooping the locket out of the basin. Then, he stood silently by as the goblin, the only person who knew of this place, was dragged to the bottom of the lake before departing. Once he was outside the protective perimeter, he apparated once more back to Malfoy Manor to begin the ritual that would restore him to power.

The room was already set up. The magic circle was drawn to the exact specifications needed, and all that remained was the horcruxs which would power it. As he lowered each one to their respective circles, however, he realized his folly. The emerald serpent that should have been on the locket was not there. This was not his horcrux.

With a roar of rage, he threw the fake locket across the room, and it broke in half on the wall. A small slip of paper came out at that time. Hurriedly, he grabbed it off the floor and opened it.

To the Dark Lord
I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match you will be mortal once more.

R.A.B

Voldemort's eyes narrowed as he read the letter for a second time. It didn't take him more than a second to determine who it was that had taken his horcrux.

"Lucius!" He barked as soon as he left his room. The long haired platinum blond hurried from his study at the end of the hall and threw himself at his feet, "Change of plans, my slippery little friend. Bring me Sirius Black. Alive."


The next morning, Harry tried to get out of bed, and unexpectedly, his muscles cried out in protest. After a few false starts, he was able to, unsteady, get to his feet. With every step, he felt like he was wearing weights, and it took him a few minutes just to manage down the stairs. Tonks was, as always, waiting patiently in the common room.

"Hello." she said before telepathically adding, "It would seem that Zela wasn't exaggerating when she said it would hurt, huh?"

"Putting it mildly." he grumbled back.

Well, if it makes you feel any better, the plans the same as it was yesterday." Tonks grinned, opening the Portrait of the fat lady. "So once you get down to the chamber, you're free to relax and try to learn to use your powers a bit faster. Who knows? Maybe you'll even be able to actually try something today instead of just practicing."

"Great..." Harry sighed aloud as he followed her out the door and down to the Great Hall.

As it was the summer holidays, the usual four house tables were gone, as was the teachers' table at the front. Instead, there was a decent sized round table in the middle of the hall with roughly a dozen chairs around it.

Dumbledore was, as always, sitting directly across from the doors cheerfully talking with one of the girls at the table. The girl had long blond hair tied back so that it stayed out of her face. It's wasn't very difficult for Harry to recognize her, since she was always sitting close to him in potions class. Next to her was a boy who seemed a few years older than him, Hufflepuff by the emblem on his robe, and a prefect judging from the badge he wore. He was talking intently with the Ravenclaw girl next to him. Finally, there were two teachers that Harry didn't know by name.

"Harry, Ms Tonks." Dumbledore smiled when he saw them walk in, "Please, sit where ever you like. There's so few of us that I thought it better to forgo the house tables."

"That makes sense." Harry said, taking a seat directly across from the girl Dumbledore was talking to, "I would have felt pretty stupid being the only guy from Gryffindor."

"Indeed." Dumbledore nodded, indicating the girl to his left, "May I assume that you already know Miss Greengrass?"

"We're in the same classes, but I can't say that I've ever spoken to her." Harry admitted.

"Well, that's to be expected." Daphne shrugged, "It's not like either of our houses would appreciate us being too chummy, would they?"

"Probably not." Harry agreed.

"Harry, I do hope that you won't judge people by their houses." Dumbledore said in that all too familiar grandfatherly tone, "You may be rivals, but that's no reason to judge all by the actions of one."

"I agree." Professor McGonagall said, striding into the hall and sitting to Dumbledore's right, "The intention of the sorting is to place you amongst like-minded individuals and provide a healthy challenge to encourage your growth. Slytherin's are no more your enemies than your fellow Gryffindors."

"Tell that to everyone else." Daphne muttered, drinking from her cup.

"Alas, Slytherin house will likely always be remembered for the dark wizards that have thrived within than the many admirable ones." Dumbledore sighed, "In fact, during my own school days, I was very nearly sorted into Slytherin."

"You were?" Harry and Daphne both stared at him in disbelief.

"Yes indeed." Dumbledore chuckled, "In fact, according to the hat, I was only sorted into Gryffindor because I had the courage to speak up against its judgment."

"Same with me." Harry admitted mostly to himself, though it echoed in the empty room.

"Funny." Daphne smirked, "I was almost a Ravenclaw."

"As was I." Professor McGonagall smiled at her, "Filius and I still have quite a few laughs now and then when we imagine that we might have been in opposite houses."

"Albus..." An unfamiliar misty voice said from the doorway. Harry and Daphne both turned to look. Walking in was a very thin woman with wide eyes that seemed magnified many times over by her large glasses. "it is as you feared." she said, addressing Dumbledore.

"I see." Dumbledore sighed, "Please, be seated, Sybill. Harry, Daphne, This is Professor Trelawney. If you've chosen Divination for next year, she'll be your teacher."

"I've been observing you both for quite some time." Trelawney nodded her head, looking from Daphne to Harry, "Especially you, child. Dark things lie in your future."

"I figured that out myself." Harry replied, "It just goes with the territory when Voldemort's out to get me."

Everyone at the table flinched at Harry's use of the name except for Dumbledore, though Tonks did so merely to keep up appearances.

"Professor, if you don't mind my asking, what did Professor Trelawnley mean?" Daphne asked him after the table had mostly chosen to forget Harry's mention of a certain dark lord.

"Ah, well, I suppose it's not a great secret." Dumbledore smiled, "It seems that the esteemed Professor Binns has finally sought his eternal rest. He has been missing since late last night, and though I've sent the castle ghosts and Professor Trelawny, who's skills in the supernatural are among the best in the school-" McGonagall snorted in response to Dumbledore description, but she didn't say anything, "we have been unable to find him."

"Does that mean that we're getting a new history teacher!?" All of the students ask at the same time.

Dumbledore sat there stunned for a few seconds before he laughed, "I suppose it does. I'd given some thought to dropping the subject all together, but it seems the lack of interest was due to the teacher and not the subject."

"That's putting it mildly..." Harry muttered.

"That class was only good for a quick nap." the Hufflepuff prefect nodded before he gasped, face pale, "I-I didn't mean that I would actually do that, Professor, it's just-"

"It's quite alright, Mr. Truman." Dumbledore cut him off by holding up a hand, "We are not in school at the moment, so I have no intention of revoking your prefect privileges over something as minor as sleeping in class."

"Thank you, sir." Truman bowed slightly before turning his attention back to his breakfast.

Harry chuckled slightly at the exchange before turning his attention back to his own meal and wondering what was going to happen next.


Following the otherwise normal meal, Harry and Tonks again ascended the stairs to the second floor Girl's Bathroom. And with a quick word to Myrtle and speaking the password, they descended the tunnel to the ever so grimy chamber of secrets.

"That's it." Tonks scowled as she vanished the grim and sludge from her robes. Drawing her wand, she pointed it at the floor, "Evanesco!"

A pink magic circle appeared just in front of her wand, and as the white light of the vanishing charm passed through it, it grew in size. The instant it touched the floor, all of the muck disappeared like it was never there.

"Much better." she muttered, turning to face Harry, who was staring at her with wide eyes, "What?"

"W-What was that?" Harry asked stupidly, "I mean, whenever I cast a spell, it doesn't create a circle like that..."

"Of course not." Tonks answered, "If it did, your spells would be seriously overpowered. You'll learn, I promise. But for now, Let's go. We're keeping Zela waiting, and that's almost never a good thing."

Nodding his head, Harry followed after her "Could you at least explain what that was?" Harry asked her as they walked, "Even If I can't use it yet, it doesn't hurt to know, right?"

"Well, you're right, I suppose." she shrugged, "But it's a tad complicated. What electives are you taking next year?"

"I... I don't actually know." he admitted sheepishly, "I mean, I was so out of it when I filled out the form I can't remember what I put. The whole headache thing isn't exactly helping either."

"Well, you might want to have Dumbledore check into that." Tonks said after they turned another corner, "Personally, Ancient Runes and Arithmancy would be my suggestions if you hoped to excel in a Rating Game. Using those two together with your demonic powers would allow you to unleash massive bursts of magic capable of leveling entire cities. The downside, though, is that they're both pretty complicated. Anyway, back on topic. The magic that is more common these days is actually a simplified version of the type practiced by most magicians. Magic is, in general, controlled by understanding the complicated equations, and understanding the results of using multiple given powers in combination with each other to achieve the desired effect."

"I don't get that at all." Harry chuckled.

"As I said, it's a bit complicated." she nodded, "The spells students are taught are simplified to the point where even without the knowledge of those equations, just by understanding the intent and waving the movements properly, you can, to a certain degree, execute the spells."

"That's convenient." Harry admitted, "I don't even want to think about what would have happened if I'd had to actually learn stuff like that last year..."

"That's the mind set of a lot of wizards." Tonks agreed, "But the thing is, doing it that way, while easier, also limits the power of your spells and makes it more complicated than it needs to be to use a spell that hasn't been created before."

"Why?"

"Alright, time for a quick demonstration." she sighed, taking out her wand, "I'll use one that you know. Lumos." As expected, a ball of bright light formed around her wand, lighting the corridor better than torches lining the wall, "Easy, right?"

"Yeah..." Harry said, not seeing where this was going.

"Than please create a ball of light over there." Tonks said, gesturing towards the end of the hall.

"I can't." Harry shook his head.

"Why not?" she asked with a smile, "You can create light without any problem. Why is it so much harder to create it somewhere besides the tip of your wand?" Pointing her wand at the designated area, she repeated, "Lumos."

This time, a small magic circle appeared at the tip of her wand, and the ball of light shot out like a cannonball, exploding into a dizzying shower of light on impact with the wall.

"See?" she smiled, "That's the difference that understanding your magic makes. Now, there's also a spell that could have done the exact same thing, but as you can probably tell, being able to freely alter your magic at will has its perks."

"I get it." Harry smirked, "You really need to teach me that."

"Tell you what." she smirked as they continued their walk, "You take Ancient Runes and Arithmancy, pass the exams next year, and I'll teach you enough to ace every test from now until you take your masteries. Fair enough?"

Nodding his head, Harry follow just behind her.

"Took you guys long enough." Zela said once they walked in to the inter chamber, "I thought I was going to have to come find you."

"Sorry." Tonks said, sitting across from her, "But Little Harry here wanted an advanced magic lesson."

"You don't say." she smirked, looking over at Harry, who'd collapsed into one of the comfy armchairs on the opposite wall, "Well, it seems that you're starting to grasp what you'll be capable of once you've trained up a bit. Still think that Voldemort's going to beat you?"

"I never..." Harry started, but Zela interrupted him.

"You never said anything, but you thought it." she replied, "I'll be honest with you. There's not really that many wizards in history who would be able to defeat Voldemort in a fight. Dumbledore might, and probably Merlin and Le Fey, but with the last two gone, Dumbledore's the only human who would be able to fight him. That goes for you too, obviously. However, you're not a human, are you?"

"Not anymore." Harry admitted, still finding that strange. It's like when he found out he was a wizard. It just doesn't seem right.

"In the underworld, there's dozens of people who might be able to beat Voldemort with both hands tied behind their backs." she grinned, "Even discounting the obvious ones, namely the Rating Game champion and the Four Satans, against people like Rosenkreutz and Tannin, Voldemort isn't even worth looking at. And once I'm done with you, you'll be on that list too."

"Thanks for the Vote of confidence." Harry joked, thought he was actually happy about is.

"I try." she admitted, "Now, there's a few things to take care of. I'm assuming that in your current state, physical training is out?" After Harry nodded his head, she leaned back, "Than it's back to demonic arts practice. Oh, and Nymphadora? We got a call from Lord Agreas a little while ago."

"The Archduke?" Tonks frowned, "Another Stray?"

"Yeah." Zela nodded, "Class A this time. Way outside of our host's power range. So we'll be dealing with that tonight."

"Details?" Harry asked, looking from one to the other.

"A stray devil." Tonks explained simply, "Or a devil that has left its master. They're basically scum who became devils to satisfy their lust for power, than killed their masters because they wanted to prove they were stronger. The results... well it's never pretty."

"The Archduke ranks all strays by their power, from E-class weaklings that you could defeat, to S-class who would be a tough match for me." Zela continued without missing a beat, "Now, for devil matters, the British Isles are control almost exclusively by the current head of the House of Shax, but he's not exactly the toughest devil in the world. C-class and down he'll be alright against, but anything more he turns back as too strong. The Archduke and I have an arrangement of sorts, so I've got no problem with dealing with this."

"So, we have to fight it?" Harry asked to clarify.

"Goodness, no." Zela laughed, "You'd be dead in a minute. No, I want you and Tonks to come and watch. I'll take them down myself. There's nothing wrong with watching to see how a real devil fights. I promise I'll make it interesting."

"So you want Harry to see the fight, and you want me there in case of the one in a million chance that it manages to get past you."

"I'd say one in a billion, but yeah." she shrugged, "So, moving on, Ill be taking care of the Dumbledore situation tomorrow. I trust you're both ready for that?" Both of them nodded their heads at her, so she continued, "Now, if all goes as planned a few things should be dealt with at the same time."

"Like?" Tonks asked her, summoning her little imp with its ever present tray of tea.

"It would defeat the purpose of recruiting here if I can't move openly." she answered, taking one of the cup, "Now than, there's only one thing left before I leave you two to your work."

"What's that?" Harry asked since Zela's gaze shifted to him.

"Now, since we've been keeping it low profile since the start, there's never been a need to discuss it before now." Zela said after taking a small sip of her tea, "Ordinarily, devils are expected to make pacts with human, fulfilling their wishes and desires for a price. However, because we're.. a bit different than most others, we're under no obligation to do so. It's up to you whether to make pacts or not."

"What's the difference?" Harry asked her, sitting up as straightly as he could since he figured this was probably important.

"Well, obviously, it takes time out of your busy schedule of training to do it." she started, "And the jobs only take place at night, so for a while until you get used to it, expect to be tired the next morning. Finally, though it's not unheard for a devil to receive a promotion from doing so, pacts are generally useless for those intending to move up in the ranks and get promoted."

"And the good side?" Harry said after running through the list of downsides a few times.

"Well, you get paid." she said, leaning back in her chair again, "And though some of it goes to me as your master, you'll be well compensated for your time. As I already mentioned, you could, depending on the pacts you make, get a promotion out of this, though it's not so common that you should hold your breath over it. And lastly, if you intend to become a High-class and form a peerage of your own one day, you most likely won't be able to avoid it in the future, so it would be better to get some experience now. But, if you have no interest in that, than there's no real reason to do it."

Giving it a few minutes thought, Harry gave her his answer, "I think I'll keep my options open and do it. I still don't know what my long term plans are, so maybe it'll come in handy."

"Fair enough." she nodded, "Than tomorrow night, you'll start with delivering fliers. After a little while of doing that, we'll start with the pacts. I'll keep the summoners non-magical so there's no risk of you getting identified. That sound good to you?"

"Sounds Great." Harry smiled.

"Excellent." Zela replied, getting up and walking towards the back of the room, "Then I'll be going out for a little while. Nymphadora, you can handle it from here?"

"Yes ma'am." Tonks said with a mock salute.

With a slight wave Zela vanished into the Magic circle that pulsed calmly on the floor.


Zela stepped out of a magic circle inside of the Headmaster's study after dealing with a few errands in the Underworld. Luckily, the old man was away on business for most of the afternoon, so there wasn't anyone to see her except the bird and the paintings.

As soon as she entered, she released a small, concentrated burst of demonic energy that dulled the senses of the many portraits around the room for a while. Fawkes turned towards her, but she likewise knocked the phoenix out before it noticed her. Nothing too serious, but enough that she's be able to get done what she needed to. None of them would be able to tell Dumbledore she had been here. Then, she calmly walked over to his desk and calmly looked through the many piles of paperwork until she found the one she wanted.

"Bingo." she grinned, slipping a piece of paper into the stack before returning to her magic circle and disappearing, leaving no one any the wiser.


So, that's chapter 7. Next time, we have the stray devil hunt and maybe a bit of the Dumbledore meeting.

Sadly, I am not sure whether I'll be able to upload at the same time next week. As I'm in the process of moving, I don't know if i'll be able to update as I have. The chapter's done, so hopefully, there'll be another chapter up by the end of the month.

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