Pondering Promises
Note: Takes place some time after the Diagon Alley battle in Promises Remembered.
She'd been staring through a glass of water at the gold motes of dust in the air for ten minutes, trying to make sense of it all. First, the ministry, then Diagon Alley—what was next?
Alice gave a small shriek as a distorted silver image came through the glass and water, startling her. The ghost that had been haunting her family's house for generations upon generations had floated into the kitchen unnoticed.
It was all a matter of promises, she'd decided. Sirius Black had kept his promise to defend the Potters, and had been captured. Peter Pettigrew had broken a promise to Voldemort for the good of his friends—his brothers.
Which promise would be next to go? Which promise would be sealed for eternity with the red of innocent blood?
There was no way to know, and Alice hated it.
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