Chapter 23: An Ally in Need?

Narcissa was surprised that Potter Manor had welcomed her and her son. They had been placed in rooms that were next to each other. The mansion was decorated with simple elegance. Everything was clearly expensive but in an understated manner. It was a long cry from the Malfoy style, which was all about showing off wealth and status. She preferred the Potter style. Dobby began doing better as soon as he bonded with Harry.

Harry… what a wonderful child. He was polite, attentive, sweet, and welcoming. When Mrs. Granger had told her about the life he had with the Dursleys and had shown her photos of his emaciated, scarred, and bruised body, Narcissa felt a rush of relief that she had left her husband.


FLASHBACK

The kids were getting to know each other in the living room before bed. Emma had pulled Narcissa apart and offered her tea. Mrs. Granger poured a cup of black tea with a bit of vanilla milk. It was perfectly made. They sat in the living room too, but far enough so the kids couldn't hear them. Still, they spoke in near whispers.

"Narcissa,"

"Yes?"

"As a non-magical healer, I have dealt with abuse before. You leaving your husband is the absolute best thing you could have done for yourself and for your son."

"I know he could have killed me, but I don't think he would have gone that far with Draco…" Narcissa trailed off. "He's his son."

"You know that is not true. He's five years old, right?" Emma said, discreetly pointing at Draco with her head

Narcissa nodded.

"He gave a five-year-old a black eye. What do you think he would have done when Draco was older? Kick him? Burn him? Cut him?"

Narcissa was pensieve. She felt a lonely tear go down her cheek. It was rolling down the cheek Emma could not see. Narcissa had developed the skill of crying only out of one eye. It was very useful. She had gotten his initials carved on her forehead after they had run into the Greengrass family in Diagon Alley. Apparently, she had stared at Tobias a second too long. Lucius hated to see tears rolling down to her ears when they were in bed after he had tired of punching and forcing her to perform disgusting sexual acts. Eventually, she perfected the skill of crying out of the eye he could not see. "You are right. I just can't imagine a parent or guardian do so much harm to their own flesh and bone…"

Emma sighed, "You don't have to imagine it. That and more was done to Harry."

Narcissa gasped. "What?!" She did not believe all the stupid novels starring the boy who lived, but she had heard the boy was pampered and lived with doting guardians. It suddenly hit her: the Death Eaters were liars. She felt dumb.

Emma went on. "We found him hurt in our church. He was with Sirius, who was in his dog form and didn't look much better… Potter Manor?"

"Yes, Mrs. Granger?" the house whispered by her ear.

"Can you take the folder on the bedside table in my room and put it into this side table?"

Narcissa looked in surprise at the side table's cabinet that opened slowly to reveal a folder. Emma took it and offered it to Narcissa. She kept hold of it to warn the woman.

"This is very graphic. But I think you need to see what can happen to a child in an abusive home. This right here is what you have spared your son. Feel proud of yourself. Children can recover, and so can you."

The images and information in that folder had Narcissa crying silently from both eyes. That poor boy! Luckily the children were busy talking and coloring and did not notice her at all. She felt sick. Harry had been so underweight, so pale, his eyes so void of emotion, and now he was thriving. She hoped her boy could change with this positive and welcoming environment. She closed the folder, put it back in the cabinet, and closed it. She downed the rest of her tea in a gulp and grabbed Emma's hands. "Thank you for trusting me with this. I know this is very delicate, private information. I will never disclose it."

"I appreciate that… but as Sirius said, you are one of us now," Emma smiled and squeezed Narcissa's hands. "Now, level with me, woman to woman,"

"Yes?" Narcissa was nervous as to what Emma could ask her.

"How on Earth is your hair so platinum? Like that is not possible… I once tried going blonde, and it never looked that good! Is it magic?"

Narcissa sighed, "Oh, it is a potion and a spell. My hair is naturally black, but Lucius thought I didn't look Malfoy enough."

"Well, that is next level twisted," Emma grimaced.

"Why?"

"Didn't he realize that you having his exact same hair color made you look… like siblings?"

Narcissa's eyes widened, and she chuckled. "I never thought of it that way. It makes sense… He probably wanted to think he was bedding himself. He always did need to see himself in a mirror to… perform."

"Oh my God!" Emma whisper shouted, masking her giggles by pressing a cushion against her face "That's just priceless, and you are the one named after Narcissus! I think you and I are going to get along fabulously!"

"I'd like that…" Narcissa smiled, and she truly meant that.

"I have been deprived of adult female company for too long! Too much testosterone around here…"

"Now that you mentioned it… I want to go back to black hair, maybe cut it a bit, but I think I have to grow out at least one inch of the roots to change it."

"Not if you do it the non-magical way. We should go get our hair done together!" Emma suggested enthusiastically.

"I would love to… Once I can afford it," Narcissa smiled again.

END FLASHBACK


Draco would be much better here, and so would she. Their first night in the manor, once the kids were fast asleep, Sirius, Remus, Dan, Emma, and herself had sat down to get to know each other and update each other on their lives, respectively, over Firewhiskey. Remus stuck to coffee. Narcissa wondered why Lupin didn't drink. Remus clearly loved her cousin deeply, and the feeling was returned fully. She had to do conscious work to forget all the Malfoy prejudices. Narcissa was glad to see that Sirius was healing from all the heartbreak and horror he endured in Azkaban starting on that terrible Halloween.

"Mother?" Draco said, walking into her room through the open adjoining door. His limp was gone since Harry and Hermione had healed him.

"Yes, darling?"

"I did want something from his house… I just forgot," the boy looked down in embarrassment.

"What is it, Drakey?"

Draco remembered his father's angry scowl, and he realized that he should not be asking for anything. He should be grateful they weren't at his father's house anymore with all the scary men that would visit and hurt his mother. He sighed. "Nevermind. It's not important."

"Darling, tell me… please?"

"My broom… But it's okay. I would rather be here with you than there with my broom…" Draco tried to smile.

Narcissa squeezed him tight and kissed the top of his head. Draco was surprised. His mother usually reserved physical affection for special occasions. His father forbade her from hugging him or kissing him too much. He said that would make Draco soft and weak. The boy did not understand his father. Anytime his mother hugged him like this, he felt very strong, like he could do anything. She had begun to touch him lovingly more since his father was in prison. Draco really liked that.

"Draco, I will get you another broom eventually, but first I have to get a job…" Narcissa sighed. Going into the workforce after being forced to stay at home and give up her mastery work in spell casting and magical painting.

"A job?"

"Yes, as much as I appreciate the kindness of everyone here, I don't want us to be a burden…" Narcissa smoothed down her son's hair. "We should pull our own weight. We have to be grateful, son."

"Can I get one too?"

"One what?"

"A job," Draco looked away shyly. Narcissa blanched. She thought she would never see the day when her son needed to work, at least not for many years.

Knock, Knock, knock.

"Cissa?" Sirius' baritone voice came through the door.

"Come in," she said, putting on a robe that Emma had loaned her.

"Morning," Sirius said, kissing her cheek and ruffling Draco's hair. Draco frowned and blew some wind to move his hair off his eyes.

"Morning," Narcissa smiled. Something new that she was growing to appreciate was being among true gentlemen. She was no longer used to men pulling chairs to help her sit or opening doors for her or helping her carry heavy things. Sirius being a gentleman was no surprise. He was reformed by Charlus Potter. She imagined that the same could apply to Remus, but Daniel Granger was an actual stranger that she had never met before, and even he treated her with more respect and consideration than her husband ever had. Emma was a lucky woman.

Sirius crouched in front of the blonde tyke, and with a serious expression, he said, "What's this I just heard about you wanting a job?"

"I don't want to be a burden, sir. I want to help my mother," Draco puffed his small chest.

Sirius bit the inside of his cheek to avoid laughing. "Do you know anything about chores?"

The boy shook his head. Sirius lifted a brow at Narcissa. She sighed. Draco was too pampered. Sirius went on, "Chores are like jobs that children can do to help around the house they live in."

"Like what?"

"Making your bed, picking up your toys, setting the table, washing the dishes, raking leaves in the garden… things like that," Sirius explained, smiling.

"And what do I get in return?" the boy looked at Padfoot suspiciously. Sirius chuckled. He was still half a Malfoy.

"What do you want to get in return?"

"A broom," the boy said, looking up hopefully.

"Alright, Mrs. Granger is the Head of our Chores Department. She will tell you the chores you need to do and for how long so that you can afford a broom. How about that?"

"But, she's a… woman…"

Sirius frowned. "So?"

"Father says women don't know how to do business…"

Narcissa sighed and shook her head sadly. Draco realized he had just said something wrong.

"Yes, well. Your father is in prison for many horrible crimes, son. I really don't think you should take advice from him. Look at your mother," Sirius stood up and wrapped an arm around Narcissa's shoulders. The boy obeyed.

"Is your mother smart?" Draco nodded. "Is she strong?" An enthusiastic nod. "Is she kind?" Draco nodded happily. "Is there anything your mother can't do?"

Draco shook his head.

"Well, there you go. Take Emma Granger, for example. She is one of the smartest, strongest, kindest, most selfless people I have ever met. She is a doctor. Doctors are the healers of the muggle world. Her husband is a doctor too. It takes many years of studying and hard work to be a doctor. They are both pediatricians which means doctors that heal children. They have become wealthy on their own, no inheritances. I would say they know how to handle their business well. Wouldn't you?"

Draco looked pensieve for a while and nodded. "Was what I said mean? Mother looked disappointed…"

"Yes, it was. Women are every bit as strong, as smart, and as capable as men. I know Lucius told you otherwise, but just give yourself a chance to get to know Emma and Hermione, you will realize that your father was very wrong about women. As a rule of thumb, if you want to say something, think about whether you sound exactly like your father. If you do, think about what your mother would say instead. That should help you to not be mean. Alright?"

"Okay," Draco smiled. He could think like his mother. It made him feel cozy inside when she was proud of him. He would try his best.


Emma Granger had several books sprawled on her writing desk. Daniel had gone out for a jog with Remus and Sirius. The kids were studying the magic of the house with Neesy. Emma had moved to her room because the amazing Potter library had so many wonderful tomes that she couldn't focus on her research. She wanted to see if she could recreate the salve that was used for healing cuts. Remus and Sirius had suggested several books. Emma had written a letter to Minerva so she could send her a list of books that she and her husband could study to become better acquainted with the nature of magic and magical ingredients. Lady Longbottom had sent her notes on the ingredients Emma was studying.

A knock got Emma out of her musings. "Come in."

A shy Draco stood at the open door. Narcissa was behind him and gave him a slight push forward while smiling at Emma. "Good morning, Mrs. Granger," the boy said, looking down.

"Well, hello there. Good morning Draco, Narcissa," Emma smiled and got up to meet them at the door. "How are you feeling? Can I help you?"

"We are okay. Lord Black said that you are our Head of the Chores Department?" Draco said in a questioning tone. Behind him, Narcissa winked at Emma, who tried her hardest not to chuckle.

"Yes, I suppose I am."

"I want a broom," Draco began shuffling his feet.

"I'm sorry, what?" Emma asked with a raised brow. She looked at Narcissa in confusion.

"I want a broom. Lord Black says that y-you can tell me which chores I have to do and for how long so I can a-afford one…"

"Oh! Alright, then, sweetie. Narcissa, how much is a broom?"

"Starter brooms are around 25 galleons, I think," Narcissa replied.

"Hmm, okay, 25 galleons are around 75 pounds. What chores would you like to do?"

Draco rubbed his chin in thought. "Which ones are available?"

"Well, I'll give you an example. Harry and Hermione make their beds, pick up their toys, set the table, do the dishes, and they also help fold the laundry. They get 5 pounds a week. That is um…1 galleon, 11 sickles, and 6 knuts a week. Harry really likes to help us cook, but that does not count as a chore. Hermione loves to organize books, so that is not a chore for her either." Emma offered with a smile. "What do you think you can do?"

"I can make my bed… if someone teaches me. I don't have any toys to pick up... I could rake the leaves or work in the greenhouse. Can I dry the dishes and put them away?" Draco played with the hem of his pajama t-shirt.

"First of all, sugar, you do have toys. In this family, everyone shares toys. There is a playroom three bedrooms down to the left from here. You can find toys, books, crayons, puzzles, legos, paints, and board games. Feel free to use them, but if you do, remember to put them back in place, okay?" Emma winked at the boy.

Draco nodded. She had called him sugar. He liked it. His father would probably be ashamed, but his mother was smiling. He had toys. Shared toys, but still. He liked being part of something. This was a good family.

Emma crouched in front of Draco and went on, "Second of all, I am sure either of us can teach you to make your bed," Emma motioned at Narcissa, who blushed bright red.

"Actually, I have no idea how to do that without a wand…"

"That's fine. I can teach you both." Emma smiled. "And lastly, yes, you can dry the dishes and help set the table. Usually, Harry and Hermione can manage, but since the family is always growing, they may need help. I will check with Tripsy to see if he needs help in the Greenhouse. Is that alright with you?"

"Yes, Mrs. Granger, but then, when can I afford my broom?"

"In fifteen weeks… or almost 4 months," Emma offered in an encouraging tone.

Draco blanched. Four months!? My father will hear about- No, Draco thought. NO. His father was gone. Draco wanted his mother safe and if he had to do chores for four months to be able to get himself a broom, he would suck it up and do it. Narcissa put her hands on the boy's shoulders. Draco took a slow deep breath like his mother taught him. He had to be grateful. None of these people owed them anything.

"Thank you, Mrs. Granger."

"Let me show you both how to make a bed. It's quite simple, and rooms look much better with the beds made…"


Sirius collapsed next to Remus. Running as training was hard! He had done some running when he was training to become an Auror. But damn, Daniel was fit. They were panting, and he looked like he was just warming up. He kept jogging in place.

"You guys are seriously out of shape," Daniel laughed.

"I think… it's more like… you… are… in… top… shape," Remus said panting. He accioed bottles of water from the kitchen.

"You just wait. Soon you will be in good shape too. I'm gonna run for about twenty more minutes before I get ready so Neesy takes me to London for my shift. If you are not going to run more, do the stretches I taught you. We should shop for regular training clothes… You look a bit weird with cutoff pants and regular shirts. I guarantee you will perform better in athletic clothes and shoes," Dan smiled, waved, and took off.

Remus and Sirius kept breathing to steady their hearts. "He's mental."

"Yeah, but he's probably right. Let's stretch before we get those cramps he described. Those don't sound like fun…"

"Nope."


Harry went into his Uncle Sev's room without knocking. He found the man writing a letter to his mother. He jumped to Severus' lap.

"Uncle Sev!" Harry exclaimed, hugging the man's neck.

"Harry," Severus sighed, hugging him back. Severus felt much stronger every day. Emma Granger had decided she would nurse him back to help. She was constantly bringing him concoctions, soups, medicinal teas, and she would come to help him stretch and exercise twice a day. She reminded him of Lily. His mother wanted to meet all the people who were helping him. He had asked Sirius if she could visit once she was released from the hospital. Black agreed.

"We have new family members, uncle Sev!" Harry exclaimed happily. Hermione said a chirpy "Good Morning, Mr. Snape," from the door. Severus felt a lot closer to Harry since they had been talking about Lily.

"Good Morning, Hermione… New family members, huh? Anyone I know?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know. She's soon to be Ms. Black again,"

"But she was Mrs. Malfoy before…" Hermione added.

Severus's eyes widened, and his face paled. "Is Mr. Malfoy here?"

"Nope… She left him. He hurt her and Draco when they went to visit him at the prison."

Severus sighed. "Of course he did."

"Do you know them, sir?" Hermione asked.

"I do. Draco is my godson," Severus replied with an inscrutable expression. He put Harry down and grabbed one of his hands. Snape walked towards the door and offer Hermione his other hand. The girl seemed surprised but grabbed the man's other hand with a smile. "Please take me to them, children."


Once the former Malfoys had learned how to make the bed, Emma started talking to Narcissa about her research. They were in a lively discussion while Draco worked on an unfinished puzzle that Daniel Granger had left on the coffee table that was in front of the fireplace.

"But you cannot mix this oil with those leaves, it could cause rashes," Narcissa pointed at the books Emma had open on her desk.

"It could?" Emma lifted both eyebrows and scribbled some notes. "I knew I better doublecheck with a witch or wizard!"

"Mummy!" exclaimed a joyous Hermione from the door. "Mr. Snape walked here all by himself to see Narcissa and Draco."

This was quite impressive since the Potion Master's room was on the other end of the house. "Severus! Great job! But do sit down before you overexert yourself." Emma motioned to the sofa.

"Narcissa, Draco, I-"

"Severus!" the woman forgot her manners and ran to his arms.

Severus was very surprised at the hug and would have fallen backward if Harry and Hermione hadn't been holding his hands.

"I am so glad you are safe," Severus said, awkwardly patting the woman's back.

"So are we," Narcissa let go enough so she could see the man's face. "Emma told me what happened. I am so glad you are now clean." Suddenly, they both felt smaller arms around them.

"Godfather!" Draco said, squeezing them both as hard as his little arms would let him.

"Draco, Harry, and Hermione told me you have been taking care of your mother. I am proud of you. However, you have me now, okay?"

Draco smiled and nodded. Narcissa blushed. A tender, fatherly Snape was not something she was prepared for. She thought he would push her away when she hugged him. She had always been fond of the man. He would always try to deescalate Lucius and protect her and Draco as much as he could, and back then, he was under the influence of several charms and potions. Even then, he had told her several times that if she chose to leave Lucius, he would help her out. Snape awkwardly patted the mother's and son's backs.

Emma smiled. They were close. That would help bring the families together. It would also help Mr. Snape recover quicker.

Harry invited Draco to go play outside with him and Hermione. The bounded kids left running, and Draco went after them walking. Running was so undignified. Narcissa helped Severus sit on the sofa. Emma went full doctor mode. She grabbed her doctor's bag and took out her stethoscope. "How did you sleep, Mr. Snape?"

"Much better. Since my headaches are lessening, I actually rest now."

"I am glad to hear that. But keep hydrating before bed. Let's hear how those lungs are doing today." Emma put on her stethoscope and started pressing it to Snape's back and chest. He took deep breaths. He sounded much better. "Any pain when you breathe?"

"A bit, but much less," he smiled at the doctor as she took his temperature.

"Good. Do not strain yourself. However, walking around the house and doing your stretches will help strengthen your body. Now, I have to get ready to go to work. Narcissa, can you watch over the kids?"

"Of course, go get ready, I'll help Severus to the grounds. I think some sun and fresh air will help him," Narcissa pulled Severus to his feet and apparated them both to the grounds. Hermione was explaining to Harry how to play a muggle game called hopscotch. There were numbers drawn on the cement floor in front of the stands by the small quidditch court. The girl demonstrated how to play while Draco looked on, confused. Why would they play a game that involved jumping?

"So, you pick up your rock, skip the number that had it… like this," Hermione demonstrated. "Then keep hopping until the end, and then you hop back to the beginning. If you fall, step on the number you should skip or the lines, you lose."

"Do I have to jump?!" Draco asked with a sour expression.

"Yeah! Unless you are still in pain…" Hermione seemed thoughtful.

Harry offered him a small smile "If you are, we can play a different game."

"No, I am fine… I just have never played something like this before…"

"You will learn. This is just for fun," Hermione said, hopping back to the beginning.


A beautiful, albeit hurt, brown owl pecked Sirius' balcony doors. Remus went to open for the bird. He tried to get the letter, but the owl made it clear it wasn't for him. It pecked his finger harshly, drawing blood. Remus let a bit of his inner wolf get out and growled at the owl who flew away in horror. She landed on the bed's canopy.

"Sirius, you've got mail," Remus smiled as his boyfriend came out of the bathroom wearing just a pair of jeans.

"Why didn't you get it?" Sirius asked, stretching his arm for the owl to come down.

"I tried," Remus said, showing his bit finger to Padfoot.

"Why won't she come down?"

Remus chuckled and walked to the bathroom.

"Wolfie… did you growl at the poor thing?"

"Me? Never," Remus laughed and closed the door behind him.

"He's gone, come down, pretty," Sirius motioned to the owl. It flew back down and landed with difficulty on the railing of their balcony. It seemed to want to be able to flee in case Remus returned. The owl offered her leg so Sirius could take the letter. What had happened to the bird? The letter had a blood seal. Sirius frowned. He turned the envelope to see who sent it. It was barely legible: Ianthe Greengrass. He hastily put a drop of his blood on the seal, and the letter opened.

The parchment was partially stained with blood and soot.

Lord Black,

I hope you are well. I don't know if you remember me from Hogwarts. I was two years behind you. My husband Tobias Greengrass was killed recently, serving the DMLE. I write to you to inquire whether you would be interested in an alliance with my house. I am aware the alliances are dormant, but I was informed by your account manager that you may want to form a new alliance.

Sirius stopped reading. He did remember Ianthe. She was a charms prodigy back in the day… An alliance? Things must be bad for the widow for her to be looking for such protections. They had always been neutral. He kept reading.

The Most Noble and Ancient House of Greengrass has been neutral, historically. However, we cannot afford to do so any longer. My husband's death has put a target on our backs. My husband's mother was murdered at Tobias' funeral. I refuse to sit down and wait until Yaxley or others come to kill my daughters or me. I am requesting a meeting; if you want-

Here the writing jumped to another line, and the beautiful ornate cursive changed to hurried and stained with blood and soot. Sirius blanched.

Our home has just been attacked. Please send your reply to the Gringotts. There are spies in St. Mungo's. Anyone there is not safe! I beg you for your assistance! I beg you for my girls! We are prepared to offer a line oath if necessary. They have destroyed many heirlooms, and I can't find our grimoire. Me and my daughters beg you for help. We will use the tunnels in our property to reach an apparition point.

Ianthe Greengrass

Sirius cursed loudly. Fucking Yaxley! Why the bloody hell isn't he in prison!? Remus came in wearing a hastily donned robe and pointing his wand.

"What happened?!" Remus asked, looking around for any threats.

"Get dressed, we're leaving."

"Where are we going? Who sent that letter?" Remus exclaimed, dressing as fast as he could.

"Ianthe Greengrass. Her home was attacked."

"By whom?!"

"Yaxley," Sirius said, dressing quickly. He grabbed his wand as Remus used a spell to button their shirts.

"That bastard is still free?!" Remus yelled, putting on a sweater.

"Yeah, Ianthe told me to send my reply to Gringotts, but she also said that she and her daughters were hurt."

"They are toddlers, no?"

"I don't know, but she is offering an alliance and a freaking line oath for protection," Sirius said, grabbing his cloak and his boyfriend's hand.

"A line oath? But that's-" Remus went green at the thought. He too grabbed his cloak and ran with Sirius.

"Old school and barbaric!"

"She must be desperate. Her house has always been neutral."

"That's exactly why I'm worried, Moony," Sirius said as they rushed downstairs.


They found Narcissa playing hopscotch with the kids while Severus watched with a calm smile.

"Everyone!" Remus exclaimed, getting their attention.

"Neesy!" Sirius exclaimed. The elf popped with a worried expression. She could feel the emotions of her humans.

"We have to go. A potential ally of House Black and House Potter has been attacked. We need to help and protect them," Remus explained in a hurry.

"Neesy, please wait an hour and then go disguised as a human to the hospital and let the Grangers know we may need them in a few hours. Narcissa, alert the DMLE. Severus, on a scale from Pettigrew to Malfoy, how vicious is Yaxley?"

Snape blinked rapidly and frowned. "More like Malfoy and a bit like Lestrange."

Remus grimaced. That was a horrible combination.

"Who did he attack?" Severus asked, trying to get up. He grew dizzy and had to sit down.

"House of Greengrass," Sirius said. "Severus, owl your mother and get her to leave St. Mungo's. Ianthe says there are spies there. They may not know her, but it's better to be safe than sorry, as the muggles say." Severus nodded, but his mind was spinning. His mom could be in danger and House Greengrass was looking for an alliance. They had been neutral for generations.

Remus continued, "Children, help Neesy ready some beds and healing trays. We may have a party of three coming soon. Also, there is a hurt owl somewhere in the garden. Find her and help her."

Everyone nodded. Remus and Sirius ran to the living room's fireplace, threw in some floo powder, and said "Diagon Alley!"


Remus and Sirius didn't bother shaking off the ashes from their clothes. They needed to get to Gringotts as fast as their legs would get them there. The Leaky Cauldron was full of people. They had to push patrons out of their way. Sirius realized with regret they should have had Sharptooth request a floo connection from the manor to his office and not just the other way around. They rushed towards the massive bank doors and heard a woman inside yell "Do not fucking tell me to calm down!" followed by a resounding slap.

The couple pushed the door as they ran in. They saw a woman holding a toddler and a little girl holding tightly to the woman's injured, bloody leg. The goblins had spears pointing at them. They were growling and seemed ready to attack. The bank's human greeter had a red imprint of a hand on his cheek. Sirius knew that due to his status, he had to get in front of the woman before Gringotts was flooded with blood. Remus got behind the woman and lifted a strong protective spell. Sirius yelled a strong "Stoooooop!" and cast his strongest protego, merging it with his boyfriend's spell. Remus felt the hairs in the back of his neck stand on end. If King Nagkrat did not make an appearance, they would not be able to leave alive.


A/N: Thank you for reading and for your kind comments! :) Next chapter is coming ASAP. I hope this answered some questions. -Lux-