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I really hadn't planned to update today! I hadn't, but last night my muse went nuts and I couldn't stop writing for an hour or so. Which leads me to this chapter, I had a great deal of fun writing it, and I hope you all like it!
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Back to the main point of why I'm posting a chapter today, it's Hermione's birthday! So I don't have time to write a drabble today, I just know it, but I did write the Dalliance chapter, so I thought I would post this since everyone's been so lovely.
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Soft, shuddering sobs are the only sound in the room. Sirius is far away from everyone else, leaning against the wall by the door-as if ready to escape at a moment's notice. His current emotional state unreadable, face impassive, hands thrust into his pockets.
Hermione is tiredly sitting in one of the armchairs on the right hand side of the room, her fingers gripping the fabric of the arms tightly. Her curls are piled messily into a bun on top of her head and she's staring listlessly at the huddle of Potters on the ground.
Remus is standing beside Hermione, expression pensive and thoughtful as he too stares at the Potters-as if the very act will help him see what they saw. His stance is relaxed in appearance at first, with his legs spread apart slightly, and his arms crossed. When one looks closer they notice the minute tells and differences. How his fingers grip his biceps, how he is clenching his jaw, how his eyebrows draw together in a severe line.
They are all waiting, for what they aren't entirely sure. It happens moments later, a growl erupts from dark painted lips, grey eyes afire with rage, uncontrolled rage that could destroy men where they stood-their knees giving out from fear.
"I am going to kill them all!" Dorea snarls, and Hermione sits up a bit straighter, eyes widening.
"Dear, they haven't done anything yet," Charlus tries to say, but he doesn't sound like he's really trying to convince her not to set fire to the world. More like he's insisting she has a cup of tea, and think more about how she's going to set everything ablaze.
"Yet. Given the chance they would force my grandson to LIVE UNDER THE FUCKING STAIRS IN A CUPBOARD." Dorea shouts, and Hermione watches with wary eyes as the witch moves from the left side of the study, into the middle and then begins pacing up and down the length of the middle of the room.
"Dear-"
"YOU SAW THEM. YOU SAW THE WEASLEY BOYS BREAK HIM OUT OF THAT HORRID PLACE. THEY PUT BARS ON HIS FUCKING WINDOWS," Dorea cuts Charlus off immediately, the tips of her raven hair are sparking as she moves, and Hermione can practically taste the magical energy that's radiating off of the witch.
In that exact moment, Hermione realises that Dorea Potter is perhaps the last person you want to piss off. Hermione wouldn't be surprised if she can give Dumbledore a rough go of it. Something tells her that if he even steps a toe out of line, then she'll be able to witness it for herself.
"Dorea-" Harry starts, leaning back from the circle Lily and James had formed around him, looking as if he is about to stand.
"Granny...Grandma, Nana...whatever you wish dear, because that is what I am. I am your grandmother," Dorea interjects sweetly, the seething woman that was there moments ago is gone. It only takes a split second however, before that other woman is back.
"They will learn that you do not mess with the Blacks, and you most certainly do not mess with the Potters," Dorea growls, stopping in the middle of the room.
"So you saw it all as well? My sister and her husband treating my child with disdain? Harry having to carry a burden on his shoulders greater than he should have ever had to? Voldemort? Sirius and Remus dying? The dead bodies lined up in the Great Hall? Fred Weasley dying? A world where I die to save my baby and he becomes some sort of celebrity because of it? Where children die as soldiers, fighting a war that they should have no part in?" Lily sniffles out, standing up, pushing her shoulders back.
"Oh, my darling. I'm going to ensure that that doesn't happen. I know who to look out for, who could possibly betray us," Dorea says, walking over to Lily and pulling her into her arms. Lily clings to the older witch, eyes squeezing shut as if trying to forget it all. "I'm going to burn them all."
"Dear. They haven't even done those things in this dimension...you can't punish them for things they haven't done," Charlus says, making his way over to his wife, James and Harry had stood up a few moments ago, and he put one hand on either of their shoulders.
"You telling me that you don't want to rip those horrid muggles to pieces for making our grandchild live in a ruddy cupboard under the fucking stairs," Dorea says, her eyes shifting from calm grey to molten steel in the blink of an eye.
"Fair point."
"I'm not going to go and rip them to shreds right now, since they haven't done anything to hurt our family yet...not really-" Dorea pauses, hugging Lily tighter, "-but there are a few people who are most certainly going to cause harm to us...and I'd like to get them out of the way before they even have the opportunity to try."
"Like who? Who could you possibly know for certain will wrong any member of our family?" Charlus asks curiously, brow drawing together.
Dorea merely smiles softly, head cocking to the side, "my sweet, sweet Charlus...I've already concocted a list...don't you worry."
Hermione found herself standing then, stepping to the side, closer to Remus, and when she looks up at him she sees that he's playing with his lip ring between his teeth and thinking hard about what Dorea just said. Hermione gulps before twirling back around in the others' direction.
Ron is standing back from everyone else a little, looking intrigued and curious as to how this will all play out; Hermione catches movement in her peripherals and sees that Sirius is walking over to James's side.
Dorea then releases Lily and she looks to her right, catching Hermione's eye. Hermione's not certain which one of them smiles first, but before she knows it, a broad, wickedly excited smile is spread across her face.
"Where do we begin?" Hermione asks, tilting her head to the right, honey innocently coating her voice. Dorea's wild grin in response is all the answer she needs.
It takes a lot to make Dorea as livid as she is, not sure if this is the right moment to say this but, "this gon be good, hun."
Indieblue xxx
