Chapter 7
The Daily Prophet had a very tough time figuring out who was responsible for the destruction of many houses and the Leaky Cauldron. They had a field-day creating suspects, many of which weren't even at the crime scene. Gary Hollanbrand, Janessa Hesper, Laken Rae Maylin, Torr Isis, Korento Astrum, and much more were named as suspects who could 'summon Hell's fire'. Still, no one was certain 'Who the bloody hell did it'.
Tears crowded her eyes as she read the paper. So many dead because of her. If only she knew how to control it then none of this would've happened. Twenty-four people would still be alive today if it wasn't for her. Shame and guilt flooded her mind, feeding off her soul as she sank deeper and deeper into the article, consumed by its choice of words. 'Malevolent acts', 'murderous insanity', and 'a heartless git' to name a few harsh words said by harsh writers. Concerned with the well being of the injured, she turned to the backside of the page, but before she could get a glimpse at any names upon the page, the door swung open reveling a tall man with a gentle face.
As he strode over to her bed, she instantly knew who the man was. None other than Albus Dumbledore could have such a beard as that and sparkling gray eyes which soothed the soul. When he smiled at her, all her worries vanished leaving her with pure delight. "Well met, Albus."
"Well met, my dear. It has been so long since I've had the pleasure of your company." Her grin quickly grew into a great smile, which Albus couldn't resist, but beamed even brighter.
"Ten years, I believe." Her smile faded into a frown. "Albus, my brother is dead."
"Yuri! But... How?" His eyes no longer sparkling but filled with anger and grief. The outburst startled Kyra making her jump. Never has she seen Albus in such a dangerous mood. Wishing he wouldn't kill the messenger, she continued.
"Anicetos was possessed by a dark force. Upset that we ventured into his lair, he killed Yuri. Albus! Let me finish, please. Anicetos was the one who sent me to find you. After he killed Yuri, he fell to his knees and warned me not to come any closer for fear of what might happen if I did. He told me you would know what to do and how to save him. Please, Albus, you must help me! Help me get my father back." No longer able to hold back her tears, she cried heavily as Albus took her into his arms.
"My dear Kyra. I will find a way to help your father. I promise." Rocking her shaking body back-and-forth, he wondered if this was a promise he could keep. He knew of the evil inside Anicetos' mind but knew no way of defeating its darkness. Kyra was like his own child to him and he would do anything to help her. Even if it meant that he could possibly die. He didn't care. As long as she was safe nothing else mattered.
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Harry's head felt as if he had just been dropped out of a ten-floor building and landed on his head. Checking his surroundings, he slowly lifted his head off the pillow in order to raise the rest of his body into a sitting position. A nurse came in to check up on him and told him the conditions of his company. Mrs. Weasley was in the worst condition out of everyone but she was quickly recovering. The nurse said that she had a very strong will and that many don't recover that fast from such an injury. Relieved of the good news of his friends, Harry wondered what had happened to Kyra.
So much power resided inside her. It's as if it was the power of the Shangri-La itself. He had heard her say something that sounded like 'aifsigr kassia ignacia' or something like it. As he thought, he realized something very odd of the incantation. 'Ignacia' is part of her name. But what would that mean? Was she named after the spell? Was the spell named after her? Or was it just a coincidence? Either way, something about her just didn't fit and he had to find out.