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I walked solemnly back towards the Manor, even if I didn't want to go back. My office is still kept the same, even after the Aurors left with evidence and the charred nanny. Her funeral was coming up next week.
I don't think I can handle it.
Many missing child posters were strewn about Europe, some even in Italy, supposedly, when Blaise sent me a card. No expense was spared and multiple searches are being cultivated as I pace in front of my Manor. There was no sign of struggle to get into the Manor, and no magical fields, invisible or otherwise, were tripped. A dragons reincarnation piece cannot be triggered without a substantial source of magic. Scorpius is far too young to have triggered anything with magic.
Even though he can create sparks and cause small household objects and fauna to levitate for a few seconds ( a great feat for someone so young) he simply doesn't contain the experience and power to summon the dragon from it's eye. So either something has gone horribly wrong, or this was staged.
I started my frantic pacing again. I couldn't call the aurors, they were already working on this case. My best mate Blaise was on his honeymoon or something. Who else was there? Potter gave his regards when he heard through the Ministry. I can still remember those bright green eyes dulling when I recounted the story. I doubt he could help anymore, his team was already on the case. My partner Seamus Finnigan might be able to help. Sure his accent is annoying, but he's always nice to Scorpius. He also holds no grudge against me, which is nice. He was on the expedition with me when we found the dragon eye. I almost died, thats why he let me keep the damn thing. I remember apparating to the small dank pub found at the base of a mountain in Slovenia. The Slavic people, so used to snow and the bloody freezing temperatures, usually kept up with their days regardless of the few feet of snow.
But we apparated in blizzard conditions. My heavy coat didn't stand a chance against the heavy duty snowfall. My team, comprised of Seamus,Cho, Dean, and Blaise, decided to hold up in the pub until the storm blew over. Staying inside with the roaring fire and the hot spirits was by far the best choice we made.
There were no rooms in this pub, unlike the Leaky Cauldron. The best the management could supply us with were heavy wool blankets and a table close to one of the three fires they were burning at the time. The people in there, mostly dirt streaked farmers, knew the terrain and weather the best and left when timing the storm. All who were left were our company, talking boisterly with the employees of the place, and a few bundles of clothing indicating the stranglers.
Then Cho got up for another round of alcohol. We were seeing who could best hold their liquor, a tantalisingly stupid idea at the time. Cho was walking back, chatting with the waitress, when a black streak shot by, between their legs, and stopped by the feet of a man. He was reclined in his chair, half a tankard of beer sitting on the table. A brute of a dog plopped down dropping a red mass and panting heavily. The man, never lifting up the hood of his mantle, leaned over to pick up the thing.
A bloody mass of a bird-like creature now sat on the table. The waitress went pale. Cho gasped. Seamus stood there mouth agape. Dean yelled. Blaise quickly drew his wand, along with me, but unlike me, started to advance upon the man.
"Blaise, hold on a minute." I said sternly. This was not a part of our mission. We could report him, but not much else. He completely ignored us as a dagger flashed into his palm. he plunged the knife into the wide chest cavity if the bird, twisting the knife until a heart was produced.
Even now i shudder at the complete disregard for life this man held. I stopped pacing to plop down on a disregarded bed, to stare out into the night sky, filled with vibrant silver stars. Where are you Scorpius?