Welcome back to another chapter of Bad Moon Rising, in which we hope a ride, Harry flirts with death, we find out a little more about Theodore's beliefs and a little information about what happened between Daphne and Harry.
But before that, I feel the need to address a frequently asked question, Will Harry become an Animagus? Yes, but not in the Hogwarts years, he'll have one when the hunt for Artemis begins. I have no doubt y'all will be able to guess one-half of his Animagus form easily.
Also, shout out to the Anonymous reviewer Zero, who discovered my story like four days ago and has left a review on almost every chapter, let's all say high to him/her(whose probably from Britannia and has a Vi as a middle name)
On with the show!
Harry Potter
Harry had no idea how he had gotten into his current predicament, it had started simple enough with him trading blows with an otherworldly being in all black that rode in on a motorcycle that she had called her steed but now he was riding on the back of it, arms wrapped around the waist of a being he had tried to kill not even two hours ago, chanting words in his head that all teenage boys had chanted to themselves at one point in time or another.
"Don't pop a boner, don't pop a boner, don't pop a boner,"
Over and over in his head as he grips the waist of the extremely attractive Dullahan that he was sitting behind as she traveled down the A68 heading toward Edinburgh to take him, Theodore, and Lupusregina to Thurso where the next Dé Danann was sealed at. Celty, as Harry had learned her name was, had stopped their fight because her steed, which was named Scáth Tapa, had told her not to kill Harry and Celty had become interested in why. Lupusregina approached Celty as soon as Harry and the Dullahan had stopped trying to kill one another and had explained that it was her that broke the gravestone to summon Celty so they could ask for a ride north to Thurso, and she had promised to repair the tombstone before they even left.
Celty had surprisingly agreed to give them a lift, much to Theodore's fear and Lupusregina's smug grin, but through Her and Lupusregina's conversation, Celty's black eyes never left Harry.
So after Lupusregina had repaired the gravestone(And Harry was done twitching on the ground from an aggravated and hungry Hunt) Celty had created a sidecar on her bike claiming it could only fit two "Sadly" before offering Harry a completely black helmet in the same shape of her own before patting the backseat of her bike with a small grin as Lupusregina giggled at them. Now they were weaving in and out of traffic as the bike was set to Ludicrous speed racing north to Scotland, as Celty waved in between two eighteen-wheelers Harry grips her waist tighter and shuts his eyes as his heart right spikes.
A chuckle sounds inside his helmet before he hears Celty's high soprano speak as if her lips were right next to his ear, "You know, for someone who moved so fast when fighting me it's kinda cute to see you flinch at how fast we're going now," she says, as Harry jumps a bit in his seat just to hear her chuckle again.
"Calm down, Marbhóir," Celty says while weaving around another car, "It's just me, you can talk back, and I'll hear everything you say," she tells Harry.
"Um, …how?" Harry asks, trying to ignore the blush on his face from being called cute.
"The Helmet you're wearing, it's a part of me, just like my leathers or weapon, so I can speak through it and listen to you at the same time," Celty explains as she moves around another car at breakneck speed, "You could say I'm sitting on your face right now," she says, a hint of a tease and something else in her voice as she sounds more smug than anything else.
"Okay?" Harry says, confusion coloring his tone as Celty's laugh echoes in his helmet.
"By the Domains, you're one hell of a sheltered Marbhóir, you know that?" Celty says and Harry could hear the grin in her voice.
"You keep calling me that, but I don't speak Celtic so I've got no clue what it means," Harry says, holding back a sigh.
"It's not called Celtic, Tá tú go maith ag breathnú amadán beag, it called Gaelic," She says with a chuckle, "And it means Killer," She informs him with a shake of her head.
"Oh," Harry says before nodding his head, "Yeah, that fits," he tells her.
"That fits?" Celty says, sounding more amused than shocked, "Most people would find it a bit insulting to be called that," she tells him.
"Well, I'm not like most people, besides, it's not like it's untrue," Harry points out.
"Ah, I thought I smelt unwashed blood on your hands," Celty says absentmindedly, "Not a deal breaker mind you, always like the mortals who can put up a good fight," she says and Harry was sure she was smirking.
"Yeah, well, that's what I do, fight, hunt, and kill," Harry mummers under his breath, "Say, what the hell is a Dullahan anyway?" Harry asks, hoping to change the subject, while he'll never feel sorry for the people he killed, he wasn't about to run around bragging about it in any way.
"Now that's a curious question," Celty says before pausing to wave past a few cars as both Theodore and Lupusregina scream for two very different reasons, "We're technically Fea, seeing that we come from beyond the Hedge, but we're also divine beings thanks to what our purpose and function is in the world," Celty says, much to Harry's surprise, for as short as the fight was and for as long as he had his arms encircled around the Dullahan, the Hunt hadn't once raised its hackles to the Fea.
"What's your purpose then?" Harry asks, now deeply curious about the Fea.
"Well, I like to think of us as couriers, we're in charge of ushering the dead into the Otherworld to enjoy the afterlife and be reincarnated into the next life, but we also protect the resting places of the dead so they can rest peacefully, after all, Life is just pain,-" Celty explains before Harry finishes for her, "-And Death is but a blissful sleep," Harry could practically feel the shock and surprise rolling off of the Dullahan, and was sure if she wasn't watching the road she would have turned and stared at him.
"Well, now," Celty says, as her voice grows a bit deeper, almost to a husky tone, "I can see why Scáth Tapa likes you so much now," she says almost breathlessly.
"So, Celtic Myth has Reincarnation as well?" Harry asks, wondering how it worked compared to what little he knew of Greek myth.
"Yup," Celty says with a bob of her head, "When a valiant or great warrior dies the Dullahan come and take their soul to the Otherworld where, after a hard life, they can finally rest and dream of a better life without as much pain and suffering," She explains to Harry as she slows down at a turn to get on to the A720 that goes around Edinburgh, "But during those dreams, they could be caught in nightmares that remind them of their previous life, once the nightmare begins there's no stopping it and the soul eventually believes the nightmare is real and is reborn in a new life that matches what they dreamt," Celty says in a solemn voice as if it was a great heartbreaking sadness to know that all dreams, no matter how peaceful, end.
"So, the Dullahan is like, ah, what's his fuck, the grim reaper guy, Thanatos!" Harry says snapping his fingers while holding on for his life before calling out the name of the Greek grim reaper and personification of death, trying to distract Celty from her melancholy.
"Oh, you know of Thanatos?" Celty asks in surprise, "That means you're a Greek demigod, right?" She asks, and Harry nods his head, "I've met him once or twice back when the Flame of the West was in Europe, but Mors, That's the Roman form of Thanatos, was more of one of the managers for the isles while the Romans were here," Celty admits.
"Oh, I heard the Romans and the Greek aspects are different from one another, what was different about Mors and Thanatos?" Harry asks all he knew was that Artemis had two forms: her child-like maiden form and the tall adult hunter form, but she was the same Artemis no matter the form.
"Well, Thanatos was a lot more organized and Calm, soft-spoken, serious, and put his work before everything else, also, pretty hot," Celty admits without an ounce of shame in her words, "He had a set of abs you could grind meat on," She says in a dreamy voice.
"So, you like, ah f-fit gu-guys?" Harry asks, stumbling over his poor attempt to fish for information about what the Dullahan liked, and Celty chuckles once again.
"It's a plus, if they aren't fit then it's not really a big deal," Celty says calmly before blowing past a bit of traffic by using the breakdown line and slipping back onto the road, "I'm the type of gal who likes a good personality before anything else, and, oh, and I don't know, the ability to be able to plant a spear in my heart," she says in a low and husky voice right next to Harry's ear along with the phantom feeling of teeth ranking over his earlobe, that caused the boy who hunted to freeze before scooting back a bit, his mantra failing him as he could hear the mischievous giggle of Celty in his ear.
Celty slides back a bit and leans forward on her bike, trapping Harry between her backside and the bar on the back of the bike so he could fall off, they ride like that in silence for the next few miles before Harry finally got his biology under control, "You said something about Mors being a manager, what did you mean by that?" Harry asks, trying Very hard to ignore the Dullahan's backside pressing into him.
"She was one of the two gods that took over when they sealed away the old management, don't get me wrong, no one hated the old boss before them but Mors and Mercury weren't all that bad," Celty explains to Harry, keeping the boy pinned with a smirk.
"Wait, She?" Harry asks.
"Oh, I suppose you wouldn't know, Mors is a woman," the Dullahan informs the surprised demigod, "Honestly, she was much funner manager, she wasn't afraid to kick down a door or jump through a window to get someone, she also didn't mind sleeping with us," Celty says with a light chuckle as Harry blushes again, "Mercury was alright, he was a more hands-on manager, made sure everything was running smoothly and trusted us to do our job," Celty tells Harry, her tone one of respect as she spoke about the roman gods, which was odd seeing that all of the Gaelic gods or beings that he had met all hated them with a burning passion.
"Why did you like them so much?" Harry asks, and Celty once again chuckles.
"Probably because other than the change in management, they didn't bother us too much," Celty says with a shrug, "We had a job, they didn't try and stop us, only made sure we were doing it from time to time, and then they left us on our on," she explains as they race down the highway.
"After the flame of the west moved, right?" Harry asked.
"Yup, and they left with it, and then," Celty takes a deep breath and lets out a long sigh, "And then we were alone for the first time ever, …" she says sadly, trailing off as she expertly zoomed past a few more cars, "The Otherworld is a mess right now, souls backed up and not getting any rest until they get reincarnated, no one to organize the otherworld or the souls going to it and the dead already there, even the ancient souls, ones that were never meant to be reincarnated again are being reborn into the world," Cetly states, "But none of the Dullahan left can pick up the crown, to help with the problems sadly enough," She says simply.
"How many Dullahans are left?" Harry asks.
"Including myself? There are only five of us left, the rest returned to beyond the Hedge soon after the Romans left," Celty says with a scoff, "No Reason to stay in a godless land, that was their excuse," She says and Harry could hear a hint of anger under her words, as if the others of her kind abandoning their charge was a personal insult, and Harry can't help to feel that he would feel that way himself if he was in Celty's extremely tight catsuit.
"It won't be godless for long," Harry mutters into his helmet and feels the Dullahan shift, wanting to look at the boy who had his arms around her waist, but decides against it, they were only an hour and a half from Thurso anyway, and they could both use the quite.
Thurso, Scotland.
They stopped right outside of a graveyard just outside the village of Thurso, as soon as he got the chance Theodore had thrown himself out of the sidecar and onto the ground with the cry "Earth! Sweet unmoving Earth! I swear I'll never leave you again!" with shaking legs causing Harry to chuckle at the sight, as Lupusregina hops out of the sidecar with a smile and a laugh.
"That was so much fun Master Theodore!" She cheers as she removes the Helmet that Celty had made for both her and Theodore, "We will have to do something like this again!"
"No!" Theodore says very quickly, removing his helmet, "There is no way in the otherworld that you will ever get me to ride one of those muggle death traps again!" he yells once more as he points at Celty's motorcycle as the sidecar dissipates into smoke and shadow. Harry chuckles at Theodore's antics as he climbs off the bike and undoes the strap for the helmet before pulling it off, only for it to vanish into shadow and smoke as Celty undoes her own to look at him.
"Ah, thanks for the um, ride?" Harry says as Celty smiles at him.
"No problem, Marbhóir, it was a fun ride," Celty says with a charming smile, "Speaking of which, if you want to see me again in a few years, I'll happily give you a few riding lessons myself," Celty says with a coy grin as she leans forward on her bike to look at Harry.
Harry blushes a bit before swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat, "Y-Yeah, um, s-sounds like a fun time," he says with a smile as he goes to pat the side of the bike-Cold hand stroking his face softly, colder lips pressed against his scar with whispers of a voice so far away-Harry jerks his hand back quickly, his eyes widening a bit as he draws his hand back to his chest as he looks at the bike, "Is… is your bike a Thestral?" Harry asks looking back at Celty, who looks back at him in surprise before laughing softly and climbing off her bike.
"Go ahead Scáth-Tapa, show him," she says as she holds her helmet under her left arm, and before the Dullahan and Harry, the bike revs and rears up before in a burst of shadow, it changes from a black machine to a pale winged and scaled horse. Before Harry stood the large and powerful form of Thestral, pale wings unfolded as it bends its head down to nose at Harry who chuckles and reaches out to pet the large draft horse-like creature fleshless skull with a smile.
"He seems to like you," Celty says with a smile as she moves to the side of her steed and runs her hand down its scaly hide.
"How can you tell it's a he?" Harry asks as he continues to pet the large pale creature because as far as he could tell the Thestrals didn't have any obvious ways to tell their genders apart.
Celty shrugs, "Been calling him a him for the last six hundred years or so, and he's yet to correct me so, he's a he," she says as she scratches under the joint to the Thestral's wing as it whinnies and kicks his back foot, both the Dullahan and the Demigod laugh at the Scáth-Tapa's antics.
"I guess that makes sense," Harry mumbles as he continues to spoil the pale steed with pets, "We have a whole herd of them at Hogwarts that pull the carriages there," he tells Celty as the Dullahan moves closer to Harry, "Their pretty cool, along with their riders," he says with a smirk as Celty smiles back at him with the same coy smile.
"Glad to know I'm as cool as Scáth-Tapa here," she says with amusement in her voice as she shifts her helmet to hold it under her right arm and smiles at Harry, her eyes glittering with something that made Harry shuffle from foot to foot as Celty comes close to him.
"Maybe I should start breaking more gravestones," Harry says, mostly in jest and with a smirk of his own.
Celty lets out a huff of a laugh before inching closer, "Please don't do that," she tells him with a tilt of her head making the black line where her head separates from her body peak up and over the collar of her catsuit.
"Why not?" Harry asks, "Got to meet you out of it," he says with a shrug as Celty takes a step closer, their bodies almost touching.
"Yeah, which is why I'm asking you to not do that again," she says with a smirk before leaning forward to whisper into his ear, " because may not want to share you," she says as her cold breath travels over Harry's ear causing him to shiver before she pulls back a bit before planting a kiss on Harry's lips, much to the surprise of the boy. Celty pulled back from the kiss, enjoying the dazed look on Harry's face, and stepping back, "As I said my cute little Marbhóir, look me up in a year or two, and I'll give you those personal riding lessons, ay?" she tells Harry only to watch him nod dumbly before she mounts Scáth-Tapa once again, reins of shadow appear in her hands as she turns Scáth-Tapa to face down the road from where they came from before placing her helmet back on and turning back to the dazed Harry.
"See you around, Marbhóir," Celty tells Harry before she pulls on the reins of her mount making the Thestral rise with a cry, and for a second, under the overcast sky of Scotland, Harry could see it. Celty in black armor and a full-back cape billowing out behind her, her head tucked under one arm with a Fierce and wild grin on her face, just before the front tire hits the ground, and as it kicks up dirt and stone, the Dullahan takes off down the road heading back to England.
"So, I'm guessing you don't want me to tell Daphne about that?" Theodore says, causing Harry to shake out of his daze and turn to the other two people he had forgotten that he was with, blinking at Theodore as the other boy looked at him with an odd look that seemed to be a mix of shock, respect, and amusement while Lupusregina looks at with narrowed eyes and a coy smile as if she was in on some joke she found endlessly amusing.
Harry narrows his eyes at her as she raises a challenging eyebrow at his look, "You knew that would happen, Didn't you?" Harry accused her only for her face shift to one of naive confusion that Harry didn't trust for one moment.
"Who?" Lupusregina asks, pressing both of her hands against her cheeks as she twists back and forth in place, making her skirt fan out as she spun to and fro in place, "Why, how could a cute and innocent maid like myself know anything about your life or what the big bad Dullahan would do Master Harry?" she asks sweetly before batting her eyelashes at him, her smile never wavering from her face. As Harry glares at her innocent act, Lupusregina giggles before turning on her heel and folding her arms behind her back before skipping off towards the hamlet of Thurso.
"I see what you mean by her being annoying," Harry grumbles before shoving his hands into his jacket pockets and following behind as Theodore chuckles.
"Well, there is a silver lining to this," The mismatched eye boy says with a smile.
"And what's that?" Harry asks, not looking back at the grinning boy.
"She's not doing it to me for once," Theodore says with a smile
Two Hours Later
The Hamlet of Thurso was surprisingly small compared to the larger cities in England like Surry, but it was bigger than Hogsmeade, and after stopping for lunch, all it took was another thirty minutes of walking before they came across the next site of the sealed Celtic gods, which did nothing but piss Theodore off surprisingly.
"Disgusting," He said as soon as he saw the site, his face twisted up in a vicious scowl and his eyes burning with hatred, before he turned to an equally surprised Lupusregina, "Make sure none of the muggles come inside, I'd rather not deal with any religious zealots amongst the locals," he ordered, sounding like the heir to a pure-blood house he was raised to be before storming off and into the ruined chapel causing Harry and Lupusregina to look at each other in surprise before Harry follows him inside of Old St. Peters church.
Harry found Theodore standing in the middle of the chapel, glaring down at the Fea-Stone with hatred before, with the scowl still on his face, he looked around the ruined chapel with a look of disgust. Harry walks in behind him, looking around the chapel himself, the glass in all the windows was long gone with not a trace of what they looked like left, but Harry could easily see them being stained glass that showed the apostles of Christ filling them. The roof, pews, and anything that would have been wood was missing, leaving only the bare bones of the stone that formed the church hundreds of years ago.
"I think the seal is below up again," Theodore huffs out angrily as if the words he spoke were a personal insult to him.
Harry nods his head before looking around the chapel, "Tunnels again, you think?" Harry asks, and all Theodore does is scowl and nod, "Right, mind if we look around a bit first? Maybe something here," Harry says.
"There's nothing here but an insulting reminder and a disgusting monument to a faith that should have never taken root on the Islands," Theodore spits out angrily.
"What is your problem with religion?" Harry asks as he begins to walk the stone wall that made up the shell of the chapel.
"It's not all religions, it's just This religion I have a problem with," Theodore says looking around the chapel with contempt.
"Alright, so what's your problem with Christianity?" Harry asks before kicking at one of the walls.
"Tell me, have you ever heard of Saint Patrick?" Theodore asks, spitting the title with venom.
"Wasn't he the guy who chased all the snakes out of Ireland?" Harry asks, looking back at Theodore who was glaring at him.
"He didn't chase any snakes out of Ireland, Harry," Theodore says, venom still in his voice, "He killed the last of the believers of the old way on the muggle side when he brought Christianity to Ireland," he says the word mockingly, "He struck the killing blow on the faith that the island held for almost three Millennia before he showed up," Theodore says with a sneer as Harry blinks at him, "And now, on what should have been a holy site for my people, the muggles went and built a church to their pretend god to mock my own gods," he says before looking away to glare at the stones of the chapel as if to set them alight with just his eyes and anger alone.
"Oh," is all Harry says as he continues to walk around the chapel, bending down to inspect under the eves of the walls.
"Oh?" Theodore says, looking at Harry in disbelief, "Is that all? Oh? Oh to a religion that destroyed beliefs all over the world, that killed your own?" Theodore asks.
Harry looks up at Theodore confused, "My religion?" he asks, "Theodore, I don't believe in anything," Harry says, looking at the other boy who was looking back at Harry in disbelief.
"You're kidding me right?" Theodore asks, and Harry just shrugs and shakes his head before he continues to inspect the walls and floors of the chapel, "You are, quite literally, a son of a goddess, and you're telling me you don't believe in them?" he asks, his face screwing up in confusion.
"Nope," Harry says, popping the P at the end of the word like a bubble of gum, "Stopped believing in anything like that when I was nine," he says with a shrug before shaking his head to chase the memory of that dark day in the cupboard where almost all hope he had died.
"Why? What happened?" Theodore asks, not understanding why a Demigod wouldn't try and honor the traditions that he was born from, and he watches as Harry's face twists into a scowl with pain echoing in his eyes so deep that Theodore at once knew that something had scared Harry as deep as his own mother's death, perhaps even deeper.
"It doesn't matter, I just don't, okay?" Harry tells Theodore, letting his anger leak into his voice. He didn't want to talk about it, he didn't want to revisit and relive something he was never going to be put through again; that part of his life was over.
The anger and resentment in Harry's voice stopped Theodore short, he had very rarely heard of Harry getting truly angry at anyone, except Draco during the first Defense class they had at the beginning of the year, he had never even seen it and he felt as if he was toeing a very dangerous line. He takes a slow and deep breath before letting it go, deciding to drop the subject that would do nothing but cause them both undue distress.
"What happened between you and Daphne?" Theodore asks before Harry snaps back to look at him with a glare, his pupils elongated and an angry look on his face. Theodore takes a step back, even though Harry was standing a good twenty feet away from him, he felt goosebumps raise on his arms and a cold sweat break out down his back as something growled in the back of his mind, warning him he was stepping into something he should back out of just before he blinks and slams shut his mental barriers to block it out.
Theodore watches as Harry's eyes slowly morph back to normal after the boy himself takes a few deep breaths, "We broke up," Harry half growls out.
"Oh," Theodore says, not knowing what else to say, "If you don't mind me asking, but why? Thought you two were happy together," he asks.
"Why else?" Harry says scornfully, before walking towards Theodore, heading to the front door of the church as the memory of the last time he saw Daphne plays in his head-"I won't, I refused to do it," purple eyes filled with falling tears as she looked at him through the emerald fire, "If my choice is between you and her, then I won't choose either,"- "Death Eater cunts and the Monster they follow," Harry says angrily as Theodore quickly steps out of his was before he stalked out into the small churchyard in the back of the old ruined chapel.
Harry lets out an angry sigh as he walks into the churchyard filled with headstones dedicated to those who had passed away over one hundred years ago, the gravel under his feet crunching as he walks over to one of the low sitting benches before taking a seat on one to glare at the back wall. Harry could still feel the rage burning in his throat like sick, he had tried to push it down when Theodore had asked about his past but then he had asked about Daphne and he couldn't help it, his temper flared and the hunt had pulsed through him in that moment of weakness.
Harry didn't like how it had ended with Daphne, he understood why, how could he not? But it doesn't mean he had to like it, Harry felt robbed of something, like he was on the cusp of something he didn't know he wanted and it was ruthlessly snatched away from him for no reason other than his own crummy luck. When Celty was flirting with him, he didn't know what to do, and tried to flirt back but he was pretty sure it just came out as awkward to them both, he was just lucky that the Dullahan found it endearing more than anything.
It was an odd thing, wanting to flirt with someone but not knowing how to, Celty was right in calling him sheltered just not in the context that she had meant it. Harry thought himself quite rubbish at the whole relationship stuff, other than snogging and talking about classes, Harry and Daphne didn't really talk about much else, and the one time they did, he made her cry. Mostly for him and what he had gone through with his Aunt and Uncle, he had told her everything that day in the classroom, about the cupboard, about how they treated him, the pain, neglect, and ridicule they heaped on him unfairly.
Daphne had cried over it all and wept for the broken boy all alone in the cupboard, Harry didn't like to see her like that and tried to tell her he was fine now, what she had told him felt like a punch to the chest.
"You're not fine, Harry, I don't think you know what that is,"
Harry sighs, running his hands through his hair, wanting nothing more than to be back with the hunt, with his sisters, or with his teacher back in the crystal castle of Dún Scáth. He looks up, his eyes scanning over the small graveyard, and in the light of the setting sun, his eyes catch something, a shadow of a shadow on one of the many stone slabs that mark when the dead were laid to rest words carved into the stone and worn away by time and elements, so faint was it, Harry barely made out the words of Sol Invictus on the stone if it was for the faint shadows that it through over itself.
"Hey! Theodore!" Harry yelled out, turning around to see the frowning boy step out from the old chapel, "What does Sol Invictus mean?" he asks, the now confused-looking boy.
"Unconquered Suuuuuuuuu-" Theodore begins to say, trailing off for a long moment before he narrows his eyes at Harry, "Why do you ask?" he says quickly to Harry as he doubles his pace to him. Harry stands up and quickly points out the faint words carved onto the slab of stone, and Theodore makes a face as he looks at the grave, before looking back at Harry, his mouth opening and closing before shaking his head and speaking.
"Harry, this is a grave," Theodore says in a flat tone of voice to show he wasn't amused by this, "And as much as I actively hate their religion, I draw the line at disturbing the dead, no matter their belief," he tells Harry.
"Okay," Harry says with a nod of his head, "But what if it's not a grave?" he asks.
"Harry," Theodore says, pinching the bridge of his nose, "We are not disturbing the dead," he tells Harry, squeezing his eyes close.
"Okay, yeah, sure, we won't," Harry says before reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out Serpent-Hunter, and extending into the Gaé Bolg, "But I will," He says before lifting the spear to jam it into the ground and pry the lid off.
"No!" Theodore yells before reaching out and grabbing the haft of the spear and pulling it toward him, "Are you mad!? We are not disturbing the dead!" He yells at Harry who pulls back on his spear, dragging Theodore with it with a shocked look on the other boy's face.
"I'm just gonna peek inside!"
"Absolutely Not!"
"Why not?!"
"Because it's disrespectful!"
"Why would they care? They're dead!"
"I care, Harry!"
"Why!? People do this all the time!?"
"No, they bloody don't!"
"Then what's archeology, Theodore!"
Chapter done!
The next chapter will be extra long because I'm leaving out the Atalanta vs Tonks fight, my week has been super busy with a bunch of MTG Shenanigans(Those LoTR spoilers, gods damn!), and not a lot of sleep, some I'm cutting this off a bit earlier than normal.
In other news, I got a raise at work! Yay more money and got Morgan in FGO in the same week, guess she heard I was writing Harry Potter fanfiction and is demanding to be put in, lol.
Anyway, the next chapter will be popping another god out of its seal, meeting some old ghosts, finding an eagle, and finally learning what Lupusergina's real name is.
Kingsaxcul, Out!