Heya! I suggest reading the A.N at the very bottom first but it's not needed

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Kill Me

"Gosh, damnit! Do you really have to whack me that hard?!" he groaned once more as his hand reached behind his head to a small bump. Not only that, but the back of his neck was also in pain; the tender flesh having been abused like there was no tomorrow.

"If you weren't such an idiot then no," his aunt answered snarkily.

"Well my bad I'm getting stuff wrong," he drawled.

His hoodie was off and draped behind his chair. What better way to study in a room that was at least thirty degrees. He longed for the outdoors where it was warm and cool but alas, It wouldn't matter if he was outside or better yet, doing something other than studying useless junk because of one vital and scary factor…his aunt. She insisted that he study - well more like commanded - and you know it's better to obey than to argue.

"Glad that we're on the same page, now come on, focus," she tapped the parchment in front of him with her wooden ruler.

"Ughh, do I have to study Divination?" he grumbled, whilst wincing at the same time.

The nape of his neck stung yet again when her hand made contact for the twelfth time. Thing hurt like hell as if he was stung by two dozen willow wasps. It also didn't help when all he could hear was his aunt's laughter in the background. Unlike him, the witch was living her life, nursing a large vanilla ice cream cone and sprouting a wide smile. He had asked if he could at least have a cup but that dream went down the drain when she 'accidentally' dropped a precious cone onto his head. Needless to say, he wasn't amused one bit.

"Do you know everything about it?" his aunt asked after taking a brief pause to lick the cold dessert with purposeful moans of delight.

"...Yes?" his coarse voice replied.

"Then yes," she hummed.

His forehead scrunched up at his aunt's response. Why did he have to study Divination when he knew the subject? His aunt's way of thinking was stupid making him wonder how the hell she managed to graduate from school and land a job as a world-renowned author. Yes, his aunt was an author. It was part of the reason why she spent a lot of her time stuck in her house doing nothing but drink, write and drink. Oh, excuse me he meant fun, yes, fun - fun, write, fun.

It was like his aunt could read his mind cause not a second later he felt the back of his neck stinging. "Ow! What did I do?!"

She arched her brow telling him that she knew that he knew what he did. "Do you want to get whacked again?" she asked him. "Or are you going to listen and study?" she tapped the piece of parchment and book in front of him. Needless to say, her ruler was as intimidating as her glare as he quickly got back to work.

"I'm working! I'm working!"

"Good," she said rather smugly; raising her head a bit higher as if to say she was far superior to him.

"What else do I have to study?" he called over his shoulder as he yet again read another boring passage. It was nothing important nor relevant so he simply skimmed through it. After all, he already read this book before and understood everything, but if he has to study for his O. - I swear who chose that name? - then he will, it wasn't like he had a choice anyway. Plus, who said he would go in-dept and actually put a hundred percent into the book?

"You really want to know?" she responded with a small grin. That grin should've been a red light and he knew that but his dumbass-no, he meant that his loud mouth ha- actually that was worst; anyways moving on.

He rolled his eyes, "Well duh!"

"Alright then, after Divination you'll need to study… Ancient runes, Arithmancy, History of Magic, Muggle Studies, Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Potions, and Transfiguration," what seemed like a few seconds felt like a year as he took in the information. His aunt, thinking that that wasn't enough, decided to dramatically gasp for air as she watched him with a sadistic gleam in her eyes.

"Any further questions?" she chirped. He said nothing but he screamed internally, 'are you Bellatrix's sister?' Thankfully he was able to reign in his question, or fate finally took pity on him.

"...No," he mumbled as he snatched another book from the never-ending pile. Make that two piles. Books he hadn't gone through yet were on his right while the ones he had finished sat on his far left. That pile wasn't the least impressive at all.

Ancient runes, he couldn't help but laugh inwardly as he read through the book with haste. Everything inside was basic stuff that he already read when he first started studying runes at a young age. Difficulty-wise, he would put it at a five; the reason being a few silly notes he forgot. Other than that, his love for experimenting with different runes and the fact that he was able to successfully add runes to his wand; was proof enough that he had a stable understanding of the basics. Of course, that didn't mean he was good perse. In the beginning, it was troubling and hard when he was first introduced to the language but it didn't take long for him to get used to it.

"You better be reading over here," his aunt sang.

He flipped her a finger and shoved the book back to its place and pulled a more advanced version. Where was Aunt May when he needed her? Oh right, she was downstairs leaving him to the mercy of the devil.

Rolling his eyes an idea came up. There was a chance he was gonna end up like a toad but there was also- Oh who the hell cares, he was for sure going to be transfigured into something humiliating or get hexed… with a ninety-percent chance of dying. There was an upside though and that was getting out of this study session and providing some sort of high adrenaline amusement.

"Dear aunt Hecate? Can you read this for me?" he asked in a surprisingly impressive innocent voice. He stifled a laugh because of his high-pitched voice and was surprised he was still capable of doing one, but then again, magic was the thing, and if magic said otherwise who was he to complain?

She looked at him with narrowed eyes, "Kiddo?"

"What's the incantation for the floating spell?" he asked with a tilt of his head.

He and his aunt looked at each other as if they were staring at a stranger. His green eyes looked into her purple ones both unmoving from their positions.

It went on like that for a few minutes. "Incantation. Floating spell…" she mumbled.

"...Yes, that's what I said," he pursed his lips.

Another minute flew by, then a second and a third, and so on until he began to sweat. His aunt on the other hand was frozen like a statue, her demeanor stuck like two welded pipes.

"It's 'Win-gar-dium," she paused, "Levi-o-sa Perseus."

He swore he saw her eye twitch but then again, he was currently running on half of his usual brainpower. "Thank you," he quipped before turning back. He didn't hear her turn around or even make any subtle move so being the ass/joker/dumbass he is, he asked another question.

"What's the Draught of the Living Death?" he asked innocently once more. His prediction was right because once he turned he was met with his aunt's blinking face.

Time seemed to slow because just a millisecond later he was sent flying across the room and into a shelf where he was bombarded by a dozen books of varying sizes. He looked in horror at what he saw next; the usual sassy witch was stalking him, her wand gripped tightly in her hand with the other, that once held an ice cream cone, was now holding a gleaming silver dagger - where she got it he had no clue.

He raised his hands in a surrendering motion. "I was-" he began to stumble. He didn't even have enough time to finish his sentence before he was forced to roll away.

"Come back here," his aunt's hollow voice called. He shook his head and apparated without a single thought except one, Fuck.

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"Break time!"

The moment he heard those words he felt as if he had just died and came back to life. Sadly, the book he was holding didn't exactly share the same feelings, as he watched it disintegrate in his hands; the pages falling apart from a combined effort of boredom he was emitting out of his body along with the magical mana that was being streamlined into his fingertips and to the pages of the book.

The book wasn't a conduit for mana, and the small mountain of ash was proof. Luckily it wasn't one of his own, or his aunts because if it was…he would be dead.

"Glad to see you've been working hard," his aunt's cheery voice interrupted from the doorway.

"Too hard from the looks of it," he muttered.

"Looks like it, but enough with that. Come and pour yourself some tea, I also have some of your favorite biscuits."

"Thanks Aunt May," he gratefully thanked the women and took a bite out of his biscuit.

The thriving sun had gone into hibernation halfway through his study session; guess even the sun was suffering from his gloomy demeanor. He hummed quietly, just silently looking out at the Prussian blue sky.

A blanket of silence, a pot of hot tea in front of them, a plate of biscuits that were teetering on the edge of warmth and softness, to a frigid cold brick. Sighing wistfully, he took a small sip, embracing the mellow sensation that filled his mouth. Anything his aunt touched was a guaranteed success. The tea and platter of sweets were sufficient proof. Furthermore, both his aunts were the total opposite of each other. Whereas one was soft, the other was a cold brewing storm that, if tempted, would engulf the unlucky victim. - and not in a good way…

Now, both his aunts wanted him to pass his O.W.L.s with flying colors but whereas Aunt May was an angel, bringing him food and encouraging him whenever she walked by; his other aunt would only laugh and tease him. Not only that, the bloody woman had nothing better to do than sit in the library. He tried asking her if she was supposed to be working on her new book but she dismissed it saying she had something better to do like make his life a living HELL!

Speaking of O.W.L.s, it certainly wasn't something unheard of. After all, anyone who went through a wizarding school had to at some point, take up the devious exam of the wizarding world. Presumably, it was considered hard amongst the younger population; they would dedicate all hours to what would be considered the preparation stage - which came after the grace period - this meant reviewing everything they learned so far before pouring every ounce of their soul into the big finale.

It was a life-or-death situation. You either fail and retake the exam which holds you back a grade or pass and live to see another day. The odds were severely stacked against you unless, of course, you study. Nothing else should be on your mind but study and that was facts.

"Perseus, your tea is going to get cold," his aunt frowned.

He gently shook his head, "Huh?"

She eyed him worriedly, "I said your tea is going to get cold."

"Oh, right," he gulped and took a sip.

His eyes retrained onto the window that was being peppered by a sudden rainstorm. Sad how a few minutes ago he was starting to feel all better but now the rain had ruined his mood. He could picture it, sitting on the mahogany chair and desk while going through the endless pile of books his aunt wanted him to read. Everything was so unnecessary - he knew that.

"Perseus! You better still be studying up there!" his other aunt's boisterous voice echoed from the bottom floor.

On cue, the cup in his hand disappeared along with his prized biscuits. "You heard your aunt Hecate," she said sheepishly. "I took enough of your time. Make sure to keep on studying Percy, and don't worry this will be all over soon enough," he pouted at the display, pointedly giving her his infamous baby seal eyes that he only showed to his two aunts.

"Not gonna work on me mister, now get going and do us proud," she gave him a small hug before leaving with the tray of delicacies.

"It worked on Apollo," he murmured. Well, to be frank, it worked on a lot of the Death Eaters when he was younger, at some point, he even got his grandfather to buck until he found his match with Red; that man did not let him live it down.

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"Good morning Perseus, it's time to get up and embrace the warm sun! It's not every day we get some good weather like this-even if your grandfather has some sway…"

The voice spoke the truth but it could also be lying. He wouldn't know until he opened his eyes and took a look of course, but his body said no, and if he had to listen between someone or something else and his body - like Joker always told him - it was best to follow your gut.

"Did you even hear me? The sun is blessing us with its magnificent rays of light! We should or better yet, you should go out and play. Go ride your broom, duel with some of the folks by the courtyard, give your Pegasus some damn attention just do anything except sleep in," the voice insisted.

"Hmmm, I'll do that later now leave me alone so I can sleep."

He heard a shuffling of feet and assumed that the person had left making him sigh in relief. He wasn't a morning person at all except for when he was needed to complete a mission. Wait, no, he used to be a morning person before he was forced to start studying for his OWLs.

"Bombarda…"

There wasn't a hint of a warning before all hell let loose. One second he was flying amongst the clouds and the next he was diving straight into hell, to Tartarus the place holding the most damned creations of all time. The intense flames of the hellish atmosphere pricked against his bare skin; his shoulders felt as if they were being gorged by a million needles, and his chest was punctured by a cannonball going a hundred miles per hour while his insides were being heated to a crisp and chopped into a million tiny pieces.

Bloody fucking Merlin, he was dead.

But then, as if time turned back without the use of a time-turner he found himself once again surrounded by clouds only this time his body was lying on one. Weirdly enough, the cloud did not feel like what he'd imagined it would. Instead, it was rough and cold with no hint of warmth or softness that one could hope for.

He was starting to get used to it when he heard a soft whispering. It was quiet and wispy like the hum of a bee; for some reason, it kinda reminded him of a new trend going on in the muggle world called ASMR. Some sort of meditation practice to ease the mind. He tried it once and promptly fell asleep much to his amusement but this was different. There was this weird nagging feeling in his head that was yelling at him to do something.

BOOM

Out of nowhere, the cloud beneath him threw him off into the air causing him to dive nose-first into the oncoming ground below. He tried to scream but nothing came out and just as soon as he was going to hit the ground and die his vision cleared and a loud thud followed by a crack settled in. The wind was knocked out of him as his stomach turned inside out and with no air, to breathe he fainted and fell headfirst onto the wooden boards.

Minutes or who knows how long he woke up to a familiar set of black heels.

"Morning my sweet sweet little nephew."

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'Nothing like a warm shower in the morning to ease the pain,' he thought to himself. The water cascaded from atop his head and down his body. He could still feel the bruise that was slightly forming on his back, luckily the water was providing some sort of comfort.

Once he got out of the shower and threw on some new clothes it was already ten-o-clock; which was way past breakfast. Nonetheless, he still strode confidently into the kitchen where - which wasn't a surprise - was a large five-star breakfast meal.

"It's been a long time since I last cooked breakfast for you so I wasn't sure what you wanted. So… I decided to cook all of your favorite dishes."

"Favorite? Tha- that would be pancakes…" his eyes glazed over. "But I'm not going to complain, thanks, Aunt May!" he all but cheered. If he was drooling he didn't notice. All he could see were the big fluffy pancakes, the crispy juicy bacon, buttered-up toast, grilled sausages, and more.

With an amused chuckle, his aunt passed him a pristine plate but his hands had already picked up a nice juicy piece of bacon. Then that one bacon turned into two, then three, then four, and yeah you get it. At some point, there was a plate in front of him with pancakes, bacon, and eggs. He didn't know when that had happened but he sure as hell wasn't going to complain.

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"Oh, how I missed this!" he whooped.

He couldn't apprehend how free he felt. He was finally back in his natural habitat. The feeling of the nice cool breeze ruffling his tousled hair and the orange tint of the sun on his face made his eyebrows scrunch up. It was everything he could have asked for.

This feeling of euphoria wouldn't have happened if not for three things. A wounded arm, a sore back, and a full stomach. His arm was Hecate's doing and if you were wondering how… Well, when he got away from the beating back at the manor he was semi-successful; he had gotten away and was even blessed with a good night's sleep plus a gourmet breakfast once he awoke. But because of…past, engagements he wasn't able to wake up to his aunt's lovely voice; from there you can probably guess what had happened.

Now, his sore back was another thing. It was a mixture of the terrible morning roll call and the drunkard's morning jump on him. Only one thing could be said about that incident and it was that his aunt's ability to hold a grudge was justifiable and was forever strong.

"Can we swing by the café that makes those delicious sprinkle donuts?" a soft neigh said from underneath him. Chuckling he shook his head at the typical response that his sugar-crazed friend would often announce. Anytime, anywhere, if he was with Blackjack, there would always be something about donuts.

"You know, I feel as if Blackjack wasn't the right name for you," he mused to himself.

"Change it if you want," Blackjack replied nonchalantly.

"Sur-"

"Won't stop me from asking though," the pegasus snorted.

"Wasn't the point, now come on, let's just forget all this and continue to our destination."

Now, you might be thinking, 'how can you talk to a horse, better yet, how are you riding on a freaking pegasus?!' he too would've thought the same thing if he were someone else but he wasn't. His 'ability' to talk to horses was unexplainable; it just sort of happened when Rabastan caught him talking to a group of Thestrals when he was seven. Safe to say that his grandfather was surprised. Now as to where and how he was riding a Pegasus? First off Blackjack wasn't a pegasus; in a sense he is but that name rightfully belonged to the original Pegasus who was born from the greek monster Medusa. Blackjack on the other hand was a Pegasi; a pegasus of some sort because of his wings but not the Pegasus.

He was more like a race birthed from the father of all Pegasi (Pegasus) which is cool. As to where he met him. Blackjack had originally been owned and captured by Scabior in the northern part of Greece. After that? Scabior ended up giving him Blackjack who previously was named Black Powder - very original - to him as a late twelfth birthday present after the Pegasi had kicked him in the…sensitive area for the ninetieth time.

They rode in silence, Blackjack's feathery wings rippling in the wind. The sun was still high, glazing everything below with a light tint. Where were they? Simple, they were somewhere barren of all signs of modern life. There was no traffic, no busy streets, the air was fresh and better yet, there weren't any distractions that would come their way.

"Ya know what would make this better boss?" Blackjack spoke through the wind. He knew where this was going, but seeing that he couldn't exactly fly this high at this speed he settled with listening to - yet another - of Blackjack's many speeches.

"Humour me Blackjack," he sighed.

"Iced Latte."

"..."

"The sweet milky drink with ice cubes swirling inside, a nice touch of whipped cream and some-"

He didn't even reply as he and Blackjack mentally communicated with each other and turned back. "...Fine," he sighed, but it wasn't one of annoyance. Curse Blackjack, the damn pegasi knew how to gamble and persuade more than a fairy or a leprechaun's pot of gold.

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"Morning uncle," he announced his presence as he walked into the dimly lit potion room. A punishment his grandfather had said. In a way, he was correct because even though he liked potions he also hated studying, much less relearning everything he had been taught.

"Perseus, early as always," his uncle greeted. "Grab a cauldron and take a seat. We'll start off with a warm-up."

"Aye, as you say uncle," he nodded. Grabbing one of the many cauldrons in his uncle's potion room; he retrieved a granite-infused unicorn-haired one. Often wizards would just purchase any cauldron found in Diagon Alley that may be recommended or just grab one without paying any mind. That's all fine and dandy and all but what the cauldron is made of is a lot more important and is mainly the reason why most people can't surpass the level of the famous Thomas Henshaw.

"Not going to use your go-to cauldron?"

"Nah, if I did, it wouldn't be fair to the Hogwart students," he shrugged. Who said he wasn't mindful? Hah!

A small smile made it onto his uncle's face before disappearing in a matter of seconds. If Cavum was dubbed as the master of poker faces, then his uncle was something else. It was just in the man's nature to be naturally skilled. That didn't mean that his uncle's emotions were gone as well. It just meant that he allowed it to freely roam inside and away from those prying eyes.

"Logical, now open your textbook to page 217. Let's start with Oculus, the potion of…"

"Enhanced sight such as an eagle but much more pronounced. Although, the side effects are quite harsh."

"And what would these side effects be?"

"Slight fatigue, weariness, and unfocused eyesight twenty minutes after the potion has worn off."

"How do you counter it?"

"Do not use for prolonged periods of time - meaning more than the required amount - pack a pepper-up potion two are recommended and eat honey gushers, as mad as it sounds..."

"Good, now begin."

It went like that for the duration of the day. Take a break only for lunch and a small recess for the privy and some fresh air. At first, he was a bit rusty much to his displeasure, but he was able to rise to the level he originally was at - or at least close enough, he figured he would just resume everything once he was at Hogwarts.

"First take a snippet of a one-year-old aged birch leaf coated in venom from a Trimeresurus," he held up a singular piece of the poison-green leaf; eyeing it at eye level for any singularities. "Next, with silver clippers cut off a 0.6 centimeters square."

Tentatively grabbing the fresh portion, he set it off to the side before picking up a vial with the silver tongs. With another pair, he began to turn the cork counter-clockwise. He moved slowly making sure to not drop or waste any of the precious contents. After what seemed like an eternity a small pop was heard indicating that the vial was open.

"Ok, slowly now," he muttered as he tipped the vial over a transparent spoon. Bated breaths came over him as he watched a small droplet of the liquid plop down onto the spoon. "Whew," he wiped the sweat off his forehead and smiled. First, try and he got the correct amount judging from the color of the spoon.

Swishing the spoon and dropping the leaf slice, he added the rest of the ingredients over a period of every 9 minutes. The time to make the potion was long and required a person's utmost attention but the product was well worth it. The ticking of the clock along with the small bubbling from the cauldron was all he heard as he eyed the boiling potion below him.

About five minutes later he quickly cast a quick Augmenti, effectively shutting down the flames beneath the cauldron. Slipping his gloves back on he grabbed a medium-sized vial and directed the liquid into the glass chamber with his wand. Swishing the liquid around he watched it turn a different color for the final time before he smirked in satisfaction.

"Uncle, the great potion of seeing, Oculus," he presented with a flourish.

"Hm, there doesn't seem to be any imperfections. The shade seems to be a few ticks off but that may be because of the lighting. Good job, I can see you don't need any more studying."

"So I'm free to go?" he gushed.

"Nope, just one other potion or two and then you can go."

"..."

"Shall we start?"

"..."

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"Very good Perseus, your first potion was close to perfection, as well as this one; although, you did have trouble with the potion of hearing…" his uncle hummed.

"Does that miraculously mean I can go?.."

"Indeed it does."

"Cause-Wait what?"

"You heard me, you are free to go; just remember to work harder at Hogwarts."

"Sure thing," he grinned and turned to leave before he remembered the nagging feeling at the back of his head. "Grandfather said…"

"We were merely having a laugh Perseus," his uncle's usual ghost grin appeared before disappearing quickly.

"Ya, I knew that, pshh," he blushed in embarrassment.

"Now go and rest, 'fore I recall Hestia mentioning extra study time…" his uncle drawled. He instantly paled at the news and quickly left the room to the sounds of what sounded oddly like snickers.

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Gabriel was tired, very tired. He had gotten up that morning on the wrong side of the bed. His coffee machine had left him hanging depriving him of his daily dark roasted coffee, then as if Merlin hated him, he couldn't find his white shirt.

When he got to work that day he passed by just giving out simple greetings before sitting down at his office. The gold plaque was displayed on the door; showing off his dedication. Being an Auror was hard work he can agree with that, after all, you were risking your life outside in the field fighting dark creatures, serial killers, rogue wizards and witches, and the worst of them all, death eaters. His mind then drifted back to a certain memory…

Two months ago a major raid had taken place outside London at a secluded manor. An entourage of five Aurors returned with a bound death eater. They were unconscious and from the looks of it tired and most likely had their magic reserves drained. The meeting that took place after describe the events leading up to where they were now.

A few hours ago around 1 am last night a fight had occurred with a group of six death eaters who had been staying at a bar while two others went to meet with an unknown assailant in a two-story office building. They must've been unlucky because an off-duty ministry worker instantly recognized one of the men's voices.

A call for help came out that night and soon a group of Aurors was sent to the bar where a fight proceeded to happen soon after. One of the bystanders stated that one of the death eaters suffered a major injury but it didn't matter as the group had gotten away along with the two that had been tasked with meeting with an acquaintance - well, the Aurors weren't sure where the other two went, but in the end, they had managed to capture one Death Eater and fatally injured one other who later succumbed to their injuries.

The battle was intense, both sides had sent medium to high-tier spells at each other. They were strong enough to obliterate half the joint and the shop across from it. Praise Merlin that there weren't any individuals inside because that would've been a major backlash for the Ministry. It would've been slightly dismissed or lessened with the help of a few spokespeople from the public order office but it would be a lot better if they could forgo all that.

The aftermath of said battle resulted in two deaths on their side but it was still considered a victory; a small one at best. Why? Well, the one surviving Death Eater they had caught was the right hand of one of the most wanted Death Eaters out there. Wyatt Jones, a thirty-year-old french wizard, a member of the Death Eaters, and most importantly, the right hand of the Gold Python.

He along with a few other combat Aurors were tasked with escorting the intoxicated death eater to Azkaban's underground prison system where they questioned the man. They were unsuccessful at first so they tried again the next day and the day after. This went on for two weeks, two weeks that enabled Mr. Jones to relax and eat the luxurious food given to him.

They had thought that pampering the killer would let him open up to them but they were proved wrong when a prison guard was attacked. Just barely getting away from meeting Death. Death Eaters were strong and bold like what the muggles had called Vikings and Jones had just proved that by almost killing the man with his bare hands while shackled to the wall.

The guard was lucky with getting off with his life. If the other guards were just a second late the man would've lost his life in that very cell that housed the soon-to-be-dead wizard. To be honest, he and a few others weren't aware nor ready for what happened next. On the Tuesday of the third week, a higher-up of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement visited the prison. Something inside of him wanted to warn him about what was to come and he should've listened but like his uncle used to say, he wasn't one to follow his gut, which was probably why he entered that room that day.

The dark wizard was escorted by six battle-ready Aurors, their wands brandished and ready for action. The poor man was already in shackles that visibly weighed him down but he knew they weren't safe even with these precautions. They descended into what seemed to be a vacant prison hall except for one room at the end. The blinding light from within escaped through the crevices of the white blinds only making the beam even more intense.

Their group stopped at the door of the unknown room and they were told to wait outside while the senior law enforcer entered the room followed by what he considered to be two bodyguards along with a woman who held a scroll of parchment in her hands. She was probably the note writer who was tasked with recording everything that was said in the room.

Once inside the metal doors shut tight and all sound seemed to cease completely, only leaving the sound of their light breathing present. He shared looks with the remaining Aurors. They weren't allowed inside for obvious reasons but he desperately wanted to know what was currently occurring at that very moment.

Some time flew by before he started to tap his black formal shoes. The repetitive tapping was like white noise, surprisingly calming him down. Gazing around it looked like it had a similar effect on the others who were beginning to get fidgety like him. Who could blame them? They had been waiting for a solid three hours.

Now, he wasn't expecting anything but he couldn't say the same for the others. A scream rang out from the closed door; the door that had been keeping all sorts of sound in. It was so sudden that they all hand their wands out simultaneously and pointed at each other before their gazes snapped to the opening door.

"What the?" he heard one of the male Aurors murmur before he too took notice of the fading green light.

"We're done for today gentlemen," the man at the lead said. "And all the days after," he heard someone mutter under their breath.

What had they done?

He snapped out of the memory by a knocking on his door. His assistant came in delivering a stack of paper he had asked for. He thanked her before finding himself looking at nothing in general because even now he couldn't forget what he had been involved in. Was this God's punishment for him? He couldn't know for sure because like yesterday another call was sent out announcing the gathering of a werewolf pack up north.

One last thought crossed his mind when he went to leave and that was, "Had they done the right thing?"

A.N Pt1 Regarding ACDE

First off, thank you for the replies regarding the pairings! I'll keep what you guys said in mind.

A.N Pt2 This is stuff regarding IHH-IMC and other stuff not related to ACDE.

Regarding Invading Her Heart.

It is not abandoned. I've been working on it here and there. But unlike ACDE, IHH has fewer words per chapter and it's something that I can and cannot control. It's all up to how the story proceeds, and the direction I want it to go. Consider it as some kind of little comic but in the form of a fanfic.

A.N Pt3 Back to ACDE!

I deeply apologize for any grammar/punctuation errors. I completed 3/4 of this chapter a month ago and just got back to completing the rest a few days ago; so there may be some info that does not line up with past chapters here and there (hopefully there isn't) but if there is please be kind and point it out. I'll try to edit the chapter and re-update for any new future residents. But, for you current readers. After this chapter, I will be reformatting the way I'm currently writing. As you can see, I use the word 'we' way too many times and I want to change that. Then there's also the fact that I'm making Percy talk in his head. Rereading the fanfic from the beginning to now; I find it very weird how I was able to do it. Maybe I'll keep it? I'm not really sure but just know, that too will be changed. How? Guess you'll all have to wait for the next chapter or fanfic…oh?

Well, that is all for now but if I do remember anything else just make sure to read the at the end of every chapter (I'll state if you should read before or after).

Bye, for-WAIT! Um…I kinda need a beta reader…so if you're interested just send me a pm.

Ok, bye! Hope you enjoyed the chapter!