The Three Kings: Resist
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Warning: Mentions of the past forced pregnancy, injuries, non-consensual body modification, chronic pain, nudity, urination, past sexual trauma, Alzheimer's disease, allusions to human trafficking, cissexism, unintentional misgendering, minor character death, and political assassinations.
Chapter 3: Fly The Coop
Reiko wakes up to an empty bed. She blinks sleep out of her eyes, rolls over, and presses her palm into the vacant space, feeling the warmth left behind. The sheets are scratchy, the mattress is lumpy, and the window to her left has a draft. Outside, the sun is rising over a field of lush countryside.
Reiko rolls out of bed, her entire body aching. That seemed to be the norm for her these days, after Helena Hendrix - Helga Hufflepuff, she reminds herself - had stopped healing Reiko with her divine weapon. She strips out of the cotton nightgown she's wearing and stumbles into the en-suite bathroom.
At least the water is warm, Reiko thinks as the stream erupts from the showerhead above her head. She grabs a bar of gritty soap from the corner of the tub and scrubs her skin until it's raw. Reiko's fingers run over more scars that she remembers receiving, with a new one popping up every so often. Some are pale, others bright red and fresh. She grits her teeth, All my old injuries are finally catching up to me.
When she steps out of the shower, Reiko is not alone.
She blinks. The cat sitting on the bathroom counter blinks back, it's purple eyes a stark contrast to its pitch black fur.
"When did we get a cat?" Reiko asks, not expecting an answer.
"I am not a pet, little witch," the cat says with a flick of her long tail, her words ringing in Reiko's mind rather than the air around them. Her eyes widen in surprise.
"Sekhmet?" She breathes.
The cat blinks again, long and slow, "I am an aspect of her, just as she is an aspect of me. Guess again, little witch."
"You sound like her, but you're not her," Reiko says, reaching for a towel to wrap around her body. When she turns back, she squints, "You're Bastet, aren't you? I thought you two were sisters."
"Siblings is the easiest way for you humans to understand it," the goddess answers and starts to lick her paw.
"You're vaguer than a seer," Reiko sighs. Bastet blinks again, and she realizes that the goddess is laughing at her. "What do you want? Because unless this is an emergency, I need to pee."
The cat continues to clean herself, ignoring Reiko entirely. She just manages not to roll her eyes. Figuring that she really doesn't care about modesty right now, Reiko hikes the towel up around her waist and sits on the toilet to relieve herself.
"Why are you here?" Reiko asks again when she's done.
"I have not been able to manifest myself in the mortal realm since Godwyn's daughter made her deal and opened a Rip," Bastet answers. "Perhaps I wish to enjoy a freedom that my fellow gods cannot."
Reiko frowns. Helga made a deal? And what's a Rip? But instead of asking those questions, she says, "Why can't the other gods come to our world?"
The cat leaps down from the counter, landing on the cracked tile floor as a woman with the head of a black house cat. Bastet stands so tall that she has to stoop to stand within the room, her large ears scraping the ceiling. Her body is covered in short black fur made out of the night sky, with constellations shifting across her limbs like the stripes and spots of a galaxy.
"I have a chosen," the goddess answers, sounding like an orchestra of war drums.
"Me," Rieko clarifies and the temperature of the room skyrockets, the air becoming desert dry. Blood drips from Bastet's mouth and Reiko sees Sekhmet shifting underneath her skin, calling for battle and death.
"You," Bastet responds, her voice echoing with the thunder of a thousand armies.
"Why me?"
Bastet tilts her head, "You don't remember your father, do you?"
Reiko takes a step back, her heart pounding, "He died before I was born. Why?"
"It is through his mother's magic that you are able to allow me passage through the Rip. Though it is not without its costs," Bastet reaches out with a massive clawed hand. Reiko realizes that the goddess is hurt, her fur caked and matted with golden blood.
"You're... What...?" Reiko's mind is whirling.
"It is worth it, if only for a few moments," Bastet tells her. "Your father's powers are not as strong in you, which is..." the goddess's tail flicks in irritation, "...unfortunate. But it is enough for a god such as me to be able to slip through the cracks between our two worlds."
"A god such as you?" Reiko asks, "So there are different kinds of gods?"
"Different in how we are born, equal in what we are."
"And that is?"
Bastet blinks again, "Concepts. Ideas."
"An idea?" Reiko says, skeptically.
"Brought to life, or back to life in some cases, by the force of humanity," Bastet tells her. "Love, and through it, worship, are the most powerful forces on this earth. They were the first mages and they will be the last."
"Powerful enough to keep gods from dying, even though they've been killed?"
Bastet purrs, a rumble that seems to shake the cosmos, "Names have powers, little witch. You should know that by now."
"And as long as there is someone to worship you, you'll live on. Innate magic, powered by the planet itself," Reiko frowns, remembering room dedicated to the study of love inside the British Labs. "There are other innate magics, aren't there? Darkness and Light. Chaos and Order."
The goddess blinks in a silent nod, her amethyst eyes twinkling like a thousand stars.
"The Great Gods," Bastet answers. "The first Gods. Brought into being when the earth was new."
"Why are you telling me this?" Reiko asks. And suddenly, she is not facing Bastet, but the trembling might of Sekhmet's lioness form, the blood of her enemies dripped from her mouth.
"The Rip is closing soon and with it, the deal that Helga Hufflepuff made. Just as it happened with Cadmus Peverell, with Priest Aknadin,"Sekhmet hisses, red leaking between her fangs. The goddess gets closer and closer to Reiko until Sekhmet's breath burns her skin and sand curls around her body, "And when it closes, there will be no battle. There will be no war. It will be a slaughter." It is in that horrible moment that Reiko realizes that Sekhmet is not smiling. She is crying tears of liquid amethyst.
"Why are you telling me this?" Reiko asks again, reaching for the goddess and placing her tiny mortal hands on her divine shoulders. The sand shifts one last time, slipping between Reiko's fingers and cascading to the floor. There stands a woman that Reiko has only seen in a single black and white photograph. The horns of a bull erupted from her head, cradling a small glowing sun between them.
"We only live until the last time our name is spoken. And for that, I am scared, little witch," Hathor says, using the voice and face of Chiyo Kitamori, the mother Reiko would never know. The sun between her horns flickers before dying. And just like that, the goddess is gone.
Reiko glances at the bathroom mirror one last time before getting dressed. The floor underneath her is ice cold, the rickety old cottage had been abandoned for almost a year by the time they'd found it. She slips her wands into their holsters and heads downstairs, ignoring how her joints have started to ache.
The enticing smell of bacon waft through the kitchen. Standing in front of the stove, poking at the spitting pan in nothing but a pair of boxers and an old shirt, is Keith Howard.
"Morning," Reiko calls, leaning against a wall. Keith grunts in response - apparently she's caught him before his first coffee. Off in the counter, Pete is pulling a set of mugs out of the cabinet, muttering about how they're ancient looking and like his grandmother's, Jesus. Tilla and Depre have pressed their heads together, going over the last of their plans to work out the gritty details.
And there, standing barefoot at the front bay window is Gara.
She's wearing an old muggle dress that she must have fished out of one of the closets upstairs, it's previous owner having left in a rush. Gara's blonde hair hangs limp down her back instead of up in the tight curls that Reiko remembers her favouring in her youth.
Their first night in the hotel room had been spent cutting Gara's hair, shearing away the split ends and teaching her how to use modern elastics to pull it away from her face. Reiko had brushed it until it shown like liquid gold while silent tears ran down her cheeks.
She's beautiful, Reiko thinks now and pads out to wrap her arms around Gara's waist.
"You should have woken me," Reiko says, pressing her lips into Gara's shoulder.
"You needed the sleep," Gara points out. "Besides, I wanted to watch the sunrise."
That's not all you wanted to watch, Reiko thinks, allowing her gaze to linger on the cottage just across the way. One of the windows is open and the soft plinking of an amateur pianist spills out into the early morning streets of Devonshire.
"Eric's getting quite good," Reiko remarks, naming the small blond boy that they can see sitting at the keyboard.
"He is," Gara says and Reiko can feel her tense. "Why did Helga choose here? She could have lived anywhere with Garrish. But she purposefully stationed herself across the street from-" Gara's voice cuts off as she stares at Eric Bishop experimentally tapping at the keys before flipping the page of his music books. He looks so startlingly like his great-grandmother that it takes Reiko's breath away.
"Whatever her reasons were, Perenelle Flamel left a ton of money to the music school he goes to in her will," Keith says. When Gara tells him that eavesdropping is rude, he snorts, "You're having the conversation in the middle of the kitchen where everyone can hear you. I'm not eavesdropping. You're just loud."
Pete brings him his morning coffee and Keith chugs the whole thing without even caring that it's ridiculously hot, sputtering as it scalds his throat.
"Why would she leave money to a music school?" Pete wonders allowed, setting a pair of mugs down in front of Tilla and Depre. "I mean, wouldn't it be smarter to have taken as much cash as she could before faking her death?"
"Helga also donated a crap ton of gold to Beauxbatons over the years as well - too much for it to be just a cover for Perenelle Flamel," Keith says, sounding a bit more awake. After they're moved into the old Flamel house about a month ago, they'd scoured the place top to bottom for anything on what Hufflepuff and Garrish had been doing here. Amongst the scraps of half burnt parchment, Keith had found Gringotts bank notes for withdrawals that they'd matched to the Flamel's supposed philanthropy.
"Not to mention that Helga fake-buried herself and Blaine Garrish - or Aloc Flint, whatever his name was - at Beauxbatons," Tilla points out, holding up a La Providence article from earlier in the year.
"And then there's Gellert Grindelwald," Depre says, not looking up from the papers scattered in front of them. He holds Tilla's free hand in his own, fingers intertwining together. The two of them had shared a room since they'd gone on the run almost a year ago but had refused to say anything more about how their relationship had transformed into something else. "In the last few years of his conquest, he became obsessed with France - abandoned Germany and focused all his attention on it."
Reiko detangles herself from Gara, nodding along with what Depre was saying, "You're right. Most modern historians attribute his change in targets was what sewed the first seeds of discontent amongst his followers. He built Nurmengard in Normandy, which was so costly that by the time Dumbledore took him down, Gel was so broke he couldn't even supply food to his armies."
"Not to mention that he was planning on attacking Beauxbatons itself," Gara says. Reiko whips her head around in shock.
"Really? Nobody's ever written that down."
"Latner liked to talk while she was running tests while I was pregnant," Gara says, sounding incredibly blase about the whole thing. "She said that Gel kept going off script, breaking through his reprogramming and hyper-focusing on Beauxbatons. I figured out after the fact that she was distracting me with mission parameters so that she could magically sterilize Amelia to screw over Pegasus's and Garrish's plans."
Reiko glances up at Keith's hair, which was a shade or two darker than it had been a year ago - a result of him trying to strip Latner's permanent transfiguration spell from his genetic coding. She does have a history of tinkering with genetics, Reiko reasons.
Tilla slams a fist down on the table, smirking in victory, "So, your brain can heal itself after it's been reprogrammed. That's why we're able to recover our memories, or why Bode was able to resist it for a few seconds." She grins up at Keith, who'd been pouring over his mother's old notes that they'd stolen from inside the Time Room before setting it ablaze, "If you can cook up a substitute for what was in the Bell Jar, we might be able to take Grindelwald back before his reprogramming."
"We'll still need a few ingredients, but Meron's cousin might be able to help," Keith says. The captain of the Cerulean had introduced them to the magical black market that her mother's family ran when she'd smuggled them into Britain under the noses of the then-functioning Department of Mysteries. They'd be staying with her cousin after Meron's contacts got them out of Britain later today.
"So that's it, then. We're all ready to go?" Tilla asks the group. Before they can nod, a knock comes at the door.
They jump, pulling out their wands in preparation for an attack that never comes. Gara relaxes first, squeezing her eyes together and steeling herself. Reiko realizes who is on the other side of the door just a second before Gara opens it.
"Amelia," Gara smiles brightly at her daughter, covering up the tears that she wants to let loose.
"My dear, how many times do I have to ask you to call me Amy? Only Mrs. Cole ever called me Amelia, and that's when I was getting into trouble," Gara's daughter laughed, the lines on her face showing each and every smile she'd ever worn. Amelia was in her late eighties but still stood as tall as Keith, towering over the rest of them like an enormous willow tree. Her formerly red hair was now a silvery white and her eyes were a twinkling bright blue behind her half-moon spectacles.
Where Eric Bishop took after his great-grandmother, it was clear that Amelia Bishop had inherited so many of her genetic father's traits that it was like staring at a female Albus Dumbledore
"It's hard to imagine you getting into trouble, Amelia," Gara says, barely able to hold in her wistful longing to know the daughter she'd never gotten to raise.
"Well, then I'm so glad that you didn't meet me when I was sixteen," Amelia chuckles. "But never mind that. Dennis and I would love to have you over for supper tonight? I know that you're supposed to head out soon, but you've all been so kind - helping to fix the car, bringing in the groceries for Steph and Derek. We would love you have you all over, just to say thank you."
Gara tries to answer, but the words lodge in her throat. Instead, it's Tilla that says, "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Bishop. But we're heading out in a few hours. We have a train to catch."
"Oh. Oh, yes. You did tell me that..." Amelia trails off, the brightness of her eyes fading ever so slightly. Reiko's teeth grind together and Gara is pale as a sheet. Amelia laughs it off with a wave of her hand, "It must have slipped my mind. So many things do these days. Well, it was so nice meeting you all. You've all been so wonderful, helping out Mr. and Mrs. Flamel. Lovely neighbours, they are. Do you know when they'll be coming back? Perenelle always loved listening to Eric play. He's got a concert soon - tell her that when you see her next, please?"
Gara's smile is pinched when she says, "I will, Amelia. I promise."
Amelia's daughter-in-law, Stephanie, runs across the road to shepherd her mother away, apologizing for the interruption and wishing them good luck on their travels.
"Oh, Gara," Reiko sighs when they finally disappear behind the door across the street, pulling the girl into a hug. "It's okay. It's going to be okay."
Gara's sobs rip through her body, wet and sad and mournful. Dennis Bishop, Amelia's husband of nearly sixty years, had been dead for over a decade. And as Amelia's mind slowly started to slip away from her, her son Derek and his family had moved back in to help.
They'd had the same exact conversation with Amelia at least once a week since they'd moved into the Flamel home and it makes Reiko want to scream each and every time.
"She got married," Gara told her that first night together, back in the hotel. Bode had told Gara about her daughter once a year, always on her birthday. "She met her husband at Wool's Orphanage. They moved to Devonshire after the War and raised their children together."
Gara had buried her head in her hands as Reiko ran the brush through her hair, "She's a Squib, thank Merlin - Latner saw to that. And I don't think she passed on any magic either. But Amelia... my little girl, she was so happy. And I never got to be there for her."
"Oh, Gara," Reiko says now. "I'm here. It's okay. It's going to be okay."
"I should be happy for her," Gara tells them all between her sobs. "Why am I not happy for her?"
No one knows what to say. Reiko does the only thing she can and holds Gara through the worst of it until her tears dry and the quaking stops.
The bus drops them off in Seaton. While the others wait back at the station, Pete makes the brisk walk around the corner to a coastal cafe where Meron's British contacts have promised to meet him.
He finds a seat at one of the few empty tables, tapping his fingers against the solid wooden tables. A waitress with a tag that says her name is Sally comes over and asks if he wants anything.
"Hot chocolate," Pete answers. It's been a surprisingly cool summer, even for Britain. He hopes that the warm drink will do something to keep him calm.
Sally just finishes placing Pete's mug on the table when Meron's contact walks in the door. His eyes widen at their appearance, unable to think of anything to say.
"Misha, right?" Meron's contact asks, sliding into the chair across from Pete. "I'm Droms. Nice to meet you."
Pete blurts out, "I'm sorry, but… Are you… well, um…?" He shakes his head, "I'm sorry. I'm trying not to be offense, but-"
"Just say it offensively. I haven't got all damn day," Droms says, sounding annoyed.
"Um…" Pete hesitates, "Are you… uh, are you a guy or a girl?"
Droms smirks, "Right now? Neither. Use the pronouns 'they' and 'them' when you want to address me."
Pete nods slowly, taking it all in.
Droms is unlike any human being that Pete has ever met before. Appearing completely androgynous, their light brown hair runs long down their back and their wide dark eyes are accented by sweeping lashes and a strong, square jaw with just a hint of stubble. They wore a pleated blouse, tight jeans, and heavy black combat boots that matched their nail polish.
Pete watches a smirk made its way onto Droms' bright purple lips and only just catches as their eyes flash from deep brown to bright green.
"You're a metamorphmagus," Pete says, amazed. He's never actually met one before.
But Droms just shakes their head, "Nope. My husband is, and so is my daughter. But me? I'm a mage shapeshifter."
Pete's jaw drops, "A mage? I thought all of them left after the Confederation Broadcast. What are you still doing here?"
Droms rolls their eyes, "How do you think they got out? My husband and I have been working as smugglers for various causes over the years, so it only seemed right to turn our attention to the mage cause after the Broadcast."
"But aren't you worried that you'll be caught?"
"Aren't you?" Droms returns. Pete doesn't have much to say to that, so Droms continue on, "Meron mentions that there are six of you heading across the Channel. That shouldn't be too hard to accomplish, especially because we're expecting a returning trip today from France. You got the payment?"
Pete nods, sets a large bulky package onto the table with a solid thunk, "Two hundred and fifty thousand pounds, as requested. You know, I really hope that you don't charge fleeing mages the same rates."
"Nope. We help them out for free. It's only former Unspeakables that we gouge this badly," Droms says as they open the package and peek inside, one perfect eyebrow raising in surprise.
"Solid gold?" They ask.
"If the stock market holds, it should equal out to the amount we discussed," Pete says.
Thankfully for Pete and his team, the Flamel's basement had contained a vault stacked high with gold and silver, rubies and sapphires and diamonds, completely untouched by Bakura's supposed Gringott's theft. Reiko had mentioned that Helga Hufflepuff had cashes like this all around the world so that she could travel anonymously if needed. They had scooped all that they could carry and tucked it into Reiko's bag, which had been enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm.
Droms hums in response as the sun takes its final descent into the ocean beyond, "Well, then. I guess we're ready to go."
That night finds Pete and his team standing on the English coastline, staring out at a black sheet of water. There is no moon tonight and the lights lining the beaches have conveniently been switched off. Droms is joined by who Pete presumes is their husband, a fair-haired and big-bellied man named Ted. He's surprisingly plain looking for a wizard who could supposedly change their appearance at will. When Pete tells him that, the man laughs and shifts into a dainty, blonde girl.
"Is that better for you?" Ted asks, his (her?) voice no louder than a whisper in the empty night.
A small boat emerges out of the inky shadows, nearly invisible in the lack of light. It glides through the water with the barest hint of sound, the engine on the back turned off.
"Lorenzo. Anton," Droms greets the two boys in the boat. They're both tall, olive-skinned, and handsome, so similar that they had to be twins. They both possessed the same beady black eyes as Meron, marking them as part of her mother's family.
"Droms. Ted," Anton nods in response. Then he pulls at something in the boat, a large silvery cloth, and a third man with a woman and two little girls suddenly become visible.
Pete blinks, recognizing him, but it's Tilla that names the man, "Neal Pendergrass?"
Pendergrass whips his head toward Lorenzo and Anton, hissing, "You swore that I'd be able to pass in secret!"
"Quit complaining. You already brought back three unexpected passengers, and good luck getting them out of Britain without our help," Lorenzo shrugs as he pulls Pendergrass's wand out of a tackle box and hands it back to him. Anton does the same with the woman. "And keep your voice down. There are Aurors all up and down the coastline. Do you want to get caught?"
Pendergrass turns back to Pete and his team, squinting in their direction. Finally, he says, "You're the Unspeakables that Pegasus brought in for the investigation…"
" Former Unspeakables," Gara corrects him, her voice as stern as steel. "Now if you wouldn't mind, we really need to get out of the country. And I'm sure that you have places to be as well, Mr. Pendergrass."
They swap places. Pendergrass, the woman, and her children step onto the beach while Pete and the others lay down on the bottom of the boat, covered beneath Lorenzo and Anton's massive invisibility cloak. Then, one by one, they pass the two boys their wands, which they hide in the same tackle box that held Pendergrass's.
Pete gets one last look as Droms slips Lorenzo a brick of gold as payment. He sees Ted turning to Pendergrass, wrapping her (his?) arm around the man, "Don't worry, Neal. Maxwell and Clarice haven't noticed that we've swapped yet. We'll deal with your friends later, but let me get you up to speed on the Greengrass house…"
Lorenzo and Anton keep the engine off for most of the trip, slowly paddling to ensure that they don't make a sound louder than the waves. Pete's stomach seizes when they reach the border, remembering the security measures that the British Ministry had put in place. A heavily patrolled barrier would alert the Auror forces to anyone with a wand that passed through it. Using that, along with a knock-off magecraft detection spell that had been salvaged from the wreckage of the Department of Mysteries, they formed an impressive blockade around the entire country.
But Lorenzo and Anton knew what they were doing. They'd hidden all the wands within a box that would disguise their magical signatures, as well as protecting their physical appearances beneath the natural darkness of the sea.
Besides, the British Ministry of Magic would never be looking for a pair of muggles in a paddle boat, Pete smirks.
They do see someone get nabbed, though. There's no warning before Pete sees a team of Aurors descending upon a group of stupid kids. There's a series of red flashes, and then silence. Beside him, Gara goes utterly tense. Remembering that this is the first time that she's been back in the field after a century-long hiatus, Pete touches her wrist with his fingers. Gara looks at him, blinks, and then lets her eyes go soft.
Once they're through the border, Lorenzo and Anton paddle for maybe an hour or two longer before they talk about turning on the engine - long enough for them to be completely in the clear.
And then, just when Pete think that he can sit up and they can get a move on, Anton whispers, " Shit. "
"What?" Reiko hisses, emerges from under the cloak.
"Bruneau... He's... God fucking damn it," Lorenzo is staring at a phone screen, sifting through what looks like a series of articles. Pete catches a glimpse of a body in one of the pictures and assumes the worst.
"We have to turn back," Anton says.
"No. No, we have to make it to the shore," Gara implores.
"What's happening?" Keith asks, not having seen anything.
"France just closed its borders," Lorenzo says. The brothers look at each other, silently communicating with each other. Then they pass the phone to Tilla, who reads the article.
When she's done, Tilla swears more profusely than he's ever heard her do.
"Bruneau's dead. Someone strung his body up in the middle of the Arc de Triomphe and wrote Le Magie est Puissance in blood above him. The whole of muggle Paris just saw it happen. There's going to be no denying what happened, it's already all over the..." Tilla pauses, gesturing to the phone. "The inter-thing."
"Internet," Lorenzo corrects her. He's staring out at the blackness, toward the French shoreline. "Bruneau was going to pull a China and open up a dialogue with San Francisco. It would have been huge - a major European power acknowledging mages, even working with them. It was the talk of the underground."
But it was so much more than that. If Meron was right, then she'd given her half-sister Cassandra Bleu information that ended up in Minister Bruneau's accusations during the Confederation Broadcast. If someone leaked at Bruneau was working with mages before the Broadcast, then it's going to change everything going forward, Pete realizes.
"We have to keep going," Gara says, sounding final. "We've already come so far."
"We need to get to France. Once we hit the shore, then you can get yourself to safety. Please," Tilla says.
Anton and Lorenzo steel themselves and begin to paddle once again. When they hit the shore, the sun peeks over the horizon announcing a new day. But for some reason, all Pete wants to do is jump back in the Channel and swim right back to England.
Hello again!
I'd like to thank those who reviewed for the last chapter: Nightrhea, Moonfirekitsune, Tx342, anita15, dragomira, Rita Mu, and green lilah. You guys are awesome!
We finally get to meet Andromeda Tonks! Or rather: Droms. Andromeda/Droms is a gender fluid mage shapeshifter who married a wizard metamorphmagus and has a background in smuggling with ties to the Almeida crime family and through them, the Jackals. Sometimes Andromeda is female and uses she/her pronouns, while other times Droms is agender and uses they/them pronouns.
Ted Tonks is male, regardless of what shape he takes. Pete may be trying his best to understand, but he does misgender Ted when he calls him 'she.'
So this chapter is a bit short for a couple of reasons. One: Team Former DoM's storyline needs a bit more pacing than initially anticipated, so the first part of their story is going to be broken up into a couple of chapters. And two: the next chapter is going to be long.
Speaking of the upcoming chapter, I need to say something about it in advance. Much like Strike's Kitamori Flashback chapter, the next part of Resist has the potential to be incredibly triggering for a whole variety of reasons. Please read the warnings at the beginning of the chapter and decide from there if it is something that you want to read. There will be a summary in the author's notes section so that you do not miss out on any crucial plot points.
Also, if there are any possible triggers in the contents of the chapter that you believe that I have missed, please let me know so that I can make the appropriate changes to the warning. Thank you in advance.
On a slightly brighter note, I'm going to be writing a trilogy of short stories for Compilation. They're going to focus on the Black sisters, even though we are only really going to see Andromeda/Droms and perhaps Narcissa in the main story. After all, Bellatrix is still a very formative part of their characters.
Until next time,
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