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A/N: First of all, I'd like to thank you guys for sticking with Darkness Rising even though the previous chapter is a 'WTF' for most—if not all—readers. I understand what you're talking about, and I myself, when I reread it, it was indeed 'WTF' worthy. I know my fanfictions aren't michelle31a caliber (who btw, is one of the best—if not THE—Harry/Luna fanfiction authors, IMO), and it is with flaws, so I hope you'd understand. Kudos and hugs to all!
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Chapter 11
The Wizard-Related Muggle News
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"Excuse me, but… who are you?"
Harry felt a pain searing on his head and chest as he remembered her words at him when they were at the manor. No malice could be traced from her airy voice, her eyes showed nothing but honesty, and the way she looked at him was nothing but innocence.
She was Luna Lovegood and yet…
"Harry, you should get over it already." Said Ginny, placing a cup of tea on the table. She seemed rather more enthusiastic since they returned from Wiltshire Manor. "Maybe Luna was just pretending she doesn't know you."
"She wasn't. Luna doesn't lie."
"Oh please, Harry." Ginny rolled up her eyes, "You know nothing about Luna. It's not like she hadn't lied in her entire life." She said happily, sitting beside Harry and placed her hand on top of his, "She doesn't know you as much as I do, it's not like she knows you either."
"Look, Ginny, I'm thinking of an important matter, if you don't mind, I need presence of mind." Harry snapped at her. Ginny was taken aback, but she did not concede.
"Is it much more important than I am?!" she exclaimed, "Excuse me, Harry, but as far as I remembered, I am your lawfully bonded wife! I have a right to know what things are important to you and not!"
Harry glared at her, "Always using that card nowadays, aren't you, Ginny?"
"I see nothing wrong reminding you that you are married to me, and not to just any other sluts out there." She snapped back, "You are my husband and father of my children, may I remind you of that!"
"Mum, Dad, look what Lily and Albus found—" a boyish voice drowned at the lake of shouting and screams.
"I know my place here, Ginny. I haven't forgotten my responsibility as a father."
"You are my husband!" she stood up, her face reddening. "You're supposed to think about me! And all you did was think about that bitch you've always been looking for! Am I not enough for you?!" her voice was reedy and irritating.
"SHUT UP!" Harry retorted back, "Don't call the person I was looking for a bitch, Ginny. She's nothing like a bitch, she's nothing like you. I know my place here as a father, seems like you don't know yours!"
CRASH.
It was just then that they realized that James was there, the floor before him had broken pieces of a pot with a single sunflower plant in it. He looked pale and he was shaking, his eyes were wide with something that was rather indescribable. He took a step back.
Ginny shot a glare at Harry and then turned a smiling façade at the young boy, "Oh, did I scare—" but James looked completely horrified, and with a blink of the eye, he ran out of the room. "This is your fault!" exclaimed Ginny.
"My fault?! Mine?!" Harry shouted.
"Yes, yours!" Ginny looked braver than she usually was. It seemed like their visit at the Malfoys really made her year, "I'm not stupid, Harry!"
"That's news, I thought all you cared for was becoming my wife, nothing more, nothing less." Sneered Harry. Ginny looked dumbfounded, seemed like he had hit a nerve.
"Why… how… how dare… how dare you insult me!" she cried out. Kreacher, who was passing by the door, had shrieked and quickly left. "Son of a bitch!" she spat.
"Don't you dare call my mother a bitch, Ginny. You have no right, whatsoever." Harry replied darkly.
He took a step towards Ginny, who despite her earlier resolve, was now backing down. Harry couldn't help but feel resentment that he married a woman who had an emotional range of less than a teaspoon. She didn't understand Harry, let alone try; she had no idea who Harry James Potter was.
When Ginny was already leaning on the wall, Harry said, "One more time you say that my mother is a bitch, you're going to regret it, Ginny." Harry clenched his fists, and without any warning, he raised his arm. Ginny opened her mouth, and took a sharp breath. He swung his fists forward—he narrowly missed Ginny's cheek—and it made contact with the wall.
Harry winced. His right fist hurt because of his hotheadedness, but at the moment, he did not care. He clenched and unclenched his fists; Harry could see Ginny's brown eyes widen with shock and fear, he whispered dangerously at her ear, "I'm reminding you… I didn't want to marry you…"
Harry turned his back on her. He knew he must be the biggest bastard and biggest asshole in the world for doing that to his wife, and he knew somewhere, that what he did was probably abusive, both verbally and physically or something, but he did not care.
He couldn't seem to loosen up to Ginny even though they were married for nineteen frigging years. He couldn't seem to open up to her—let alone really love her.
"M-Master Harry?" croaked the voice that Harry immediately recognized as Kreacher's. He was hiding using elven magic, his tennis ball sized eyes were staring at him intently.
Harry, despite his bad mood, stopped. He cleared his throat, "W-What is it, Kreacher?"
"M-Master Harry… The children… they… they heard your conversation with the Mistress…" the house elf squawked, "B-Bad Kreacher!" he was about to take a poker and bang his head on it when Harry, upon impulse, had commanded him not to hurt himself in any way.
Harry sighed. Now he's got the kids to take care of…
"It's not a problem, Kreacher. They're bound to find out about it anyway… they're smart kids…" Harry said, although his insides were already crushed and churned already at the news. Kreacher bawled—but it was nothing to the sound that came from the sitting room, it seemed like Ginny had finally wet her eyes with the dreaded tears—and Harry felt that his head was going to explode. Problems were really piling up everywhere he went.
"Look, Kreacher… I… I'm going out tonight. Make the kids supper, tell them that I can't be here tonight because I've got to think of… well, things that needs to be solved…"
"H-how about the Mistess—"
"I don't know. Ask her." Harry replied harshly. Not that he cared.
"Kreacher misses Miss Hermione." Muttered the house elf as he swaggered to the kitchen, catching Harry's attention. "She treats Kreacher very nicely."
Harry couldn't help but smile, but couldn't help to take the hint that Kreacher gave. Now he wondered what it might've been if he didn't tell Ron that Hermione was 'like a sister' to him…
He heard a couple of footsteps from the stairs.
'Might be the kids…' muttered Harry, as he peeked. He, however, hadn't seen any trace of them. '… or it might just be my imagination…'
With one more look, he turned and Apparated. In his mind, there were only two places he would want to go…
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Harry stood in front of a small Muggle-looking house. It was a little like the houses at Privet, although the scent coming from the chimney didn't do justice to the seemingly "normal" surrounding. A small child, about Lily's age, came to view.
"Uncle Harry!" exclaimed the overexcited child. He had straight brown hair, and he seemed rather thin.
Harry forced a smile, "Hello, Hugo. Are your parents in?"
Hugo nodded fervently, and then he cried out, "MUUUUMMM!!! UNCLE HARRY'S HERE!"
"W-What?!" Hermione asked, as if she had just woken up. She then saw Harry, she shrieked, "Harry! Why didn't you say you were coming?" she asked loudly as she quickly walked to the gate of the house. "Come in, why didn't you just barge in like the usual?"
"…"
"Harry?" asked Hermione, looking worried. "Is… is it… about Luna?" she asked, her brows furrowed. Harry sighed and nodded.
Hermione turned to Hugo, "Go play with your sister, Hugo. Uncle Harry and I have business to talk about, okay?"
"Uhm!" the boy squeaked as he waddled inside. Hermione led Harry to the back garden of their home, which was hidden by magic.
"Nice spell, Hermione. Impressive." He said, as he witnessed the emerging green garden from a small space. "Still the best in our year even though time has passed…"
"Oh shut up, Harry. Ron might hear you." She giggled girlishly after she had hit Harry on the arm. She led him to a small table at the garden, she motioned him to seat. "Although he's not here… gossips have wings after all."
"Yeah… thanks…" he muttered.
All thoughts flooded back to him as he sat down on the cool chair.
"I'll just make some tea. Ron's still at work, he's got practice with the Cannons, really… really surprised..." She muttered as she pranced away, leaving Harry on his own.
Harry sighed, and he then felt a tight constriction at his chest.
Something painful and terrible was swelling in him: he felt really bad about what he did earlier… but at the same time, he had already sworn that he won't apologize, since for Harry, it wasn't his fault.
The blame should be placed on Ginny, and no one else.
He couldn't blame Luna for it. He had no right to blame her.
Luna was a victim more than anything else… he didn't know what happened to her yet.
His heart wouldn't want to believe that bad things happened to Luna, but the little voice in his mind told him otherwise. And things had turned out, that little voice was almost always right.
He wondered if it was because of him that Luna had lost her memory—or mind, but God forbid that—he felt bad. Terrible. Much more terrible than the feeling he had felt earlier for what he had done. Somehow, his mind told him that it was his fault, but his heart would argue that he hadn't done anything for her to be like that…
'Really? But what about the day that you were supposed to be engaged?' the tiny voice in his head said, 'Wasn't it the day that you told her that you got Ginny pregnant?'
"But Luna is a strong person." Harry thought out loud, "She survived months being captived—", Harry wouldn't want to imagine Luna being tortured, "—in the cellar at the Malfoys…"
But Harry knew he was just lying to his self. In his deepest self, he knew that there was a possibility—a very distinct possibility—that Luna was indeed very hurt when he told her that they couldn't be together because he was going to marry Ginny instead.
The warm and inviting aroma of ground coffee took his senses and thoughts away as Hermione brought a tray with her. She sat opposite Harry and gave him a serious look.
"What did you come here for anyway? It's almost supper time…" She leaned closer, "What happened?"
Harry sighed. There was no point hiding it from Hermione, she was bound to know about it anyway.
"Ginny and I had another round today." He said. "She said I knew nothing about Luna and stuff…"
"Seriously, Harry. Do I have to spell it out for you?" replied Hermione darkly. Harry suddenly found the cup of coffee very entertaining to watch. "Harry, Ginny's just, well, a little insecure, if you ask me. I mean, it's not like this hasn't happened before right?"
"But Hermione, she's already my wife. It's not like divorce is allowed here in the Wizarding World." Harry grumbled.
"Actually… there is a way to get divorce… but it's really, really rare." Said Hermione. "But I don't think your case won't count."
"How?" asked Harry.
"Oh promise you won't do anything, Harry!" exclaimed Hermione. Harry stared at her, "Hermione, it's not like I can divorce her… we do have the kids, I guess… that's the only thing that keeps us together after all these years."
"I know… and it's the reason why you married her too, right, Harry?" asked Hermione, looking a little down. She shifted on her seat, "I… Harry… I was really upset when you married Ginny, I admit that."
"Yeah." He plainly replied, as he didn't want to replay in his mind what had happened. But something told him that this talk with Hermione will only make him recount everything.
"It was stupid, Harry." She said, Harry looked up only to find her frowning. "Ron and I decided… not to talk about it in front of Ginny, and in front of James, because… we… we didn't want…" she took a deep breath, "We… we didn't want James to be hurt, nor Ginny."
Harry remained silent.
"Harry, do you think this is the right… I mean, is this… when… when will you tell James about it?"
"…"
"Harry, it is better that it comes from you, more than anyone else."
"No. Not yet." Harry replied silently. He could feel Hermione staring at him. He sighed, "He… James… James is still too young, Hermione. He may not understand things."
"But Harry…"
"I… let's just not talk about that—"
"We can't just not talk about it!" Hermione exclaimed, "Don't you think James will be hurt if he'd hear it from other people?!"
"Hermione, there are only people seven people who knew about it. Me, Ginny, you, Ron, Neville, Luna and Draco." He replied, shaking. "I have no intention in telling James yet, as I don't want him to feel different from his siblings—"
"But it doesn't make a difference! They are still yours and Ginny's children!"
"James just saw me and Ginny having our shouting match today, if I told him, don't you think he'll blame his self or his birth?"
"But he has a right to know!"
"I know, but not now." Harry looked at Hermione's eyes. "James… he's just too young to understand it."
"Harry, you're acting like..." Hermione told him, "Don't tell me you're planning to be a Transfiguration Professor next?" she jokingly asked him. Harry then stared at her, and a smile curved on his dry lips.
"Shut up, Hermione. I have no intention in being Dumbledore the Second." He replied, smiling. The tension that seemed to be built up earlier was mellowed, and Harry was thankful that Hermione had thought of something to distract him. "Wait… Hermione, since when… since when did you learn to 'de-tensionize' a situation?" he bewilderingly asked her.
Hermione finally took a cup of coffee and took a sip, "Easy. Try living with Ron and me when we're both in a very bad mood… by the way, did you know that Ron's got high blood pressure?"
"No. But aren't you going to argue with me anymore?" asked Harry.
Hermione sighed, "It's not like whatever I say could change your mind, Harry." She raised a brow, "We've been best friends since we're eleven, and for the past twenty-six years of our lives, when did you listen to us?"
"I did listen to you, you know." He grumbled.
"Oh really?" she teased him. He blushed.
"… well, not all the time…"
"See?" she smiled back at him. "Oh! Almost forgot…" she said just before she stood up. "Wait here, Harry, I've got something to show you."
"What—"
"Just stay there." She said, as she went back inside the house, running. Harry could only stare at her leaving figure, trying to make sense of what she was trying to do. He then noticed the darkened water of the coffee; he held the cup on the sides, he could still feel a little warmth, although he was almost sure that it was going to taste rather stale because he had been ignoring it.
Feeling thirsty, he lifted the cup and emptied it in one big gulp. Not to his surprise, it was rather stale. He sighed, and without prior notice or anything, a book was slammed on the table, causing some of the tableware to shake. Harry stood up and backed away.
"HERMIONE!" Harry exclaimed. He looked at Hermione, the book, then back at Hermione. "Why did you have to slam that book right before my face?!"
"Oh sorry. You weren't paying attention, so I decided to surprise you a bit." She smiled and sat down. She pointed at the book, "Why don't you take a look at this?"
Harry nodded, but stared at the book. It was a large book, almost twice as big as Hogwarts, A History, and was four times as big as Advance Potions Making; its cover was almost peeled off and it seemed battered.
"Your favorite book?" asked Harry.
Hermione smacked her forehead with her hand.
"Uhm… your… uhm, authored book?" Harry tried again. Hermione raised a brow at him. "I quit, what's that."
"Harry, this—" she took the book, "—is an ancient—"
"So that's why it looked battered."
Hermione rolled her eyes and continued, "—book of runes. Do you remember the last rune sign we saw?"
"Grindelwald's sign?" asked Harry.
"No, Harry." She said, opening the book right in the middle of the thick pages. A large circle encrypted with different words (as Harry thought they were supposed to be), signs and symbols.
Harry looked up at Hermione with surprise, "This—"
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"Luna?" the unmistakable voice of Stellar Morgana called out, as if looking for the older Ravenclaw. "Luna?"
"Why does she always disappear?" Stellar slumped on the stairs of the porch. She closed her eyes for a minute.
"Stellar?" it was Luna's voice. Stellar jerked 'awake', and then looked left and right, looking for the 'missing' upper-class. "Up here."
Stellar looked up, and saw the upside down head of Luna, as she seemed to be on the roof. She shrieked, "Miss Luna?! What… what the heck are you doing there?!"
"I was looking Filengamot Flames. They could only be seen at very high places at sunset, you see." Luna replied nonchalantly, "Do you want me to go down?" she asked. She looked like she was ready to jump from the rooftop.
"Oh, please, don't! I'd like to find Filengamot Flames too!" Stellar clapped her hands. Although what she said was true, she was more worried that Luna might just disappear again.
Stellar saw a vine ladder and climbed the manor, despite of course, that she could very well just use magic to do so. But she was afraid that using magic might… no,
"Whoa… that… was tiring." Stellar complained as she threw back her head. She was now sitting at a rather plain part of Wiltshire Manor's roof. Her eyes fell on the Ravenclaw who lost her memories.
Luna's pair of oddly pale eyes was staring at the red-orange horizon of dusk. Her messily braided length of dirty-blonde hair fell over her shoulder with two pieces of differently colored roses at the end of her braid, one white and one red; she was sitting on the roof of a manor, feeling the soft breeze on her equally pale skin. She was clad with spaghetti strapped white cotton dress and was barefoot. On her neck, she wore a special necklace that Stellar and Draco made just for her.
"I don't know what to say, Luna." Confessed Stellar. "I mean… I'm sorry about last time, I suppose."
"Hm?" Luna looked at her with surprise, "What are you talking about, Stellar?"
Stellar gulped, "I mean… you know, when… I… never mind. It's not really important."
"No, it's very important." Luna looked at Stellar, her oddly misty eyes staring intently at the younger woman, "It must be very important or you wouldn't be reluctant in telling it to me."
"I… yes, it must be… but." Stellar sighed. "It's not important, for now… but… couldn't you really remember those people who went here? I mean, the parents of the children who were with us this vacation?"
"You mean Albus and Rose?" asked Luna.
"Yeah?"
"Well… I really can't remember them." She replied.
Stellar looked away. There was still no progress even though they had already found sic feathers, "I see…"
Stellar felt her heart tighten, and an odd mixed feeling of sadness and regret had formed in her heart. She wondered how many years it had to take before Luna gets all her feathers back…
"But you know…" said Luna, "That person who embraced me…" Stellar looked at Luna. Her eyes were full of life and mixed emotions.
"What about him?" asked Stellar.
Luna placed her hand on her chest, as if feeling it; her face was serene as she closed her eyes.
"When he embraced me, my heart felt… many emotions I cannot understand. Somehow, despite him being a total stranger to me, I felt happy, but sad at the same time. He was warm, when he embraced me, I felt like his power was flowing to me too. I do not know what power it was, but… it was something, I feel I know."
She continued, "My heart felt light and could touch the sky, even after he embraced me. But at the same time… when I remember him embracing me…" a frown formed on her lips. Just seconds later, her eyes were filled with tears. Luna continued in a sad voice, "I… I cannot help but feel sad at the same time."
Tears were now falling from her eyes, and Stellar knew she couldn't help her, "I cannot understand this feeling… I am happy in seeing him… but at the same time, my heart feels like… it's going to break with sadness… that I have no idea where it came from.
"My heart is a very strange thing… and this… this… wo… wonderful yet terrible… feeling on my chest…" tears did not stop falling from Luna's eyes, even though she was wiping them with her arms already. Her usually ethereal voice was breaking already, "…is getting mixed a lot more… it gets really complicated. I don't know what I feel anymore…
Luna's eyes looked hurt and confused. Stellar didn't know what to do anymore. "Is it possible, Stellar… to feel that you are happy to be with him for a mere split second? But at the same time… feel like your heart is constricting with a terrible amount of sadness?
Stellar reached for the crying woman, and hugged her; at the moment, she couldn't think of anything that could make the older woman calm down. She heard Luna murmur, "I must be going crazy… Stellar…"
"Of course you're crazy, Luna." Stellar planted a swift mother's kiss on Luna's forehead, "You're the person who proved the Crumple-Horned Snorkacks did exist, weren't you? Weren't you the one who told me, that everyone was crazy and they're just too crazy to admit it?"
"Aa…" Luna muttered, but still cried.
They stayed like that until the full moon had risen on the star-filled darkness of the sky. Its light wasn't as bright as the sun, but the mere fact that it shone through the darkness was already a good omen.
"Stellar?" she heard Luna say.
"Aa?"
"That Harry Potter…" Luna continued. "He… he must be a very important person to me… right?"
"What do you mean by that?" asked Stellar, as she didn't know Harry personally before they met at the train station that year.
Luna moved away from Stellar, the younger woman looked at her with surprise. The older Ravenclaw wiped her eyes dry, and took a deep breath and smiled. "Thank you. I feel much better."
"It's nothing. You did say that one has to be honest with one's feelings." Stellar replied.
To Stellar's surprise, Luna stood up on the roof.
"Stellar… you asked me of what I meant… that Harry Potter was a very important person, right?" she said. She spread her arms wide, as if feeling the non-existent breeze.
After a split second, a strong wind swayed the branches and trees: Luna looked serene, despite her reddish eyes due to her tears, as the wind played with her hair and her dress billowed playfully.
Luna was indeed a child of air.
"You know… this feeling. This was the same feeling I felt when I saw Diana after I lost my feathers." She said, looking up at the moon.
Stellar looked up at the moon too, as if it was the most interesting thing in the world, "Really?"
"Yes… that… it must mean something, right?" said Luna, "Nothing happens because of coincidence… Harry Potter… I must know… why…" she closed her eyes.
"So are we going to another journey right after Diana goes to Hogwarts?" asked Stellar. Luna nodded. "You're really determined to get your feathers back, right?"
"Yes… not only for myself…" Luna said, the wind was still there, albeit weaker, "No one… belongs to herself alone… right?"
Stellar smiled.
"Luna… that Harry Potter, he must be a very important person to you." Said Stellar.
"I think so…"
"Of course he is." Replied Stellar. With a sigh, she continued, "Before you saw Harry Potter, you were very reluctant in finding your feathers. You told me that you were afraid…"
"To look for myself…" Luna said, looking a little down. "I… I still am scared… but…"
"Luna was… happy and sad too when she met Diana, one of your feathers was with her; that Luna was content with only knowing she met her child… she didn't want to know more because she was very afraid of what she might discover." Stellar said, she could feel Luna's eyes staring at her. "I guess, Harry Potter was a very, very important person because Luna… Luna is becoming herself again."
"Stellar?"
"No one was able to make you be very determined in getting your feathers back until Harry Potter came, right?" smiled Stellar. "But is Luna no longer afraid of knowing what the truth is?"
Luna nodded, "I am… still afraid. But… if I won't look for it, it's better to be dead than not knowing what the truth is, right? There… there must be a reason why things happen…" the wind blew once more.
"There is no coincidence." Stellar added.
"Only hitsuzen." Said Luna. She touched her nape, feeling an oddly encrypted circle on it. "Only inevitability."
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"What happened?" asked Lily, she looked really worried. "Brother?"
James looked alarmed, Albus noticed, but replied anyway, "Ah… it's… it's nothing." He said, looking rather tense. "I… I just… I had to go pee, you know."
"Ew, brother!" Lily gave a scowl, "That's gross!"
"You wanna hold my hand?" James made a mischievous smile that agitated the little girl, who ran to Albus Severus and hid behind him. "Hmph, so you chose him over me, Lily?"
"Eh?!" Albus gave a surprised look.
"But that's really gross brother! You made twinkly-twinkly and I think you didn't even wash your hands!" she whined, and grabbed Albus' arm. She turned to Albus, "Al, look, brother's gross!"
"Aa…" Albus covered his face with his hand. 'Why do I have to put up with them? Oh yeah… they're my siblings…' Albus thought bitterly.
He heard Lily giggle, and then the grip on his arm was gone. He opened his eyes, and saw James leaning on the wall. He was shaking.
"Al?" murmured James.
"J-James?" Albus asked, approaching his older brother. His brother slipped from the wall and was apparently sitting on the cold floor. "J-James? Are y-you ok?"
"Huh? I… ah… yeah… I guess I slipped." James replied, scratching the back of his head with his right hand. Albus could see his hand shaking terribly. His eyes traveled to his brother's face, which was now split with a smile, albeit a forced one, at least for Albus.
"No you didn't." Albus said to his brother. "What happened?"
"No… it's… nothing…" James laughed.
Albus frowned, noting that he must really be distant with his family at the moment. He felt rather bad, because it seemed like James was really upset. He had always thought that nothing would make James upset, since he was the joker and the one always still grinning after a mischief.
He then remembered what Aunt Luna did when Rose was scared. Albus leaned to his brother and embraced him.
"Wha—" James seemed to protest, but Albus did not budge.
"It's okay, brother…" Albus whispered, as James began to shake violently, and after just some minutes, Albus' shirt was wet.
Albus felt both happy and sad.
Happy because for once in his life, James did not tease him, but he was sad because it was the first time that he had seen his brother really disturbed. He wanted to ask him what happened, but he couldn't. He just couldn't force someone to do that… besides, at the moment, he did not need to know everything… all he needed was his brother to be fine.
Albus dreaded whatever had made James like this. If someone like his brother, who would just take preaching and all with breeze, was shaking, it must be something terrible.
Very terrible… terrible…
'Stop, please don't! I don't know what you're talking about!' a man with a squeaky voice pleaded. Albus looked at the man with contempt.
'Filthy mudblood,' Albus replied, 'I know you know about it. I had seen you…'
'Please… I really don't know anything about it!'
'Silence.' Albus' long fingers twirled the wand, 'Tell me all you know, or they—' Albus looked up at the people hung overhead, seemingly asleep, '—die.'
'Please don't hurt them!' the man pleaded, 'I swear to my grave, I have no knowledge of anything of the sort! Please, don't hurt them—'
The man's eyes widened as Albus stared intently at the man. He proceeded to dive unto his memories, in search of the odd circle that had been bothering him. Satisfied that the pathetic man indeed had no idea about runes, despite being a graduate of Hogwarts, he left the man's manipulated mind. The man was now writhing on the ground, moaning in pain.
'I won't hurt them, as I have no business with them.' Albus replied coldly, 'However… they might just need someone to mourn.' Albus raised his wand, apparently irritated by the man's sound making.
The man's eyes widened with delicious fear, 'St—'
In a flash of light, the man was on his back, no longer breathing, no longer moving.
"Pathetic." Albus murmured.
"What?" James asked, looking terrible.
Albus looked at his brother, wondering what he meant by his question, "Huh? Did I say anything?"
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"… and for the news, McRey, what's the commotion in Eton?" a man dressed with formal attire said, he seemed to be in a news studio. The word "News At Six" flashed on the screen, then another man appeared.
"Thank you, Andy. A man was found dead on a small cabin near Spinner's End, although the rest of his family was alive and well, they seemed to have no idea as to how the killing happened. Police said there was no sign of foul play, or poison, or anything…"
"… we'll be flashing the name of the victim on the screen…"
"… those people who knew this person…"
"… said he was a newspaper writer, I wonder what publication it was…"
On the television screen, words flashed:
"Dennis Creevey
30
Unemployed
Cause of death: still unknown, the police are still investigating on the matter."
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A/N PART 2: I know this tastes like crap, I'm sorry, I only have a very limited time using the computer, so… sorry! I'm not sure how old Dennis is so let's just say he's thirty, OK?
A/N part 3: I'm mainly influenced by LOTS AND LOTS of anime/manga, so don't be surprised if some elements were highly based on such, but don't worry, I'll put disclaimers:
DISCLAIMER: Hitsuzen and the "you don't belong to yourself" – belongs to xxxHolic and the "feathers" – belongs to Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles: both are by CLAMP, the goddesses of manga.
