tik….tok…..
He swirled the glass in his hand as he looked at the wall in thought. He'd be lying if he hadn't felt calm for the first time in a while this past weekend. But the thoughts that came to him about how she'd react kept his mind stuck.
Tik…Tok…..
Shaking his head he sat the glass down and rubbed the left side of his face up to his eyes and back down. He had to admit he was already impressed how far he made as he was. After all in all brutal honesty he didn't have anyone directly to aid him or give him hope. He knew these thoughts were his muddy thoughts being wrong in more than one way but it didn't stop.
TIK….TOK…..
He growled and grabbed his cane, and swung it at the glass on the table, sending it at the clock hearing a shatter and the clock falling to the floor. He stared at them both before he pulled his wand from his pocket and spun it counterclockwise as the glass and clock repaired themselves and returned to their previous locations.
"Are you ready to listen to what your mother and I have to say son?" A soft yet still gruff voice spoke to him. Most likely due to the damage dragonpox did to him before he passed. He still didn't answer and contemplated silencing them again.
"Jameson Fleamount Potter." The authoritative and strong female voice that helped him grow into a man. Perhaps he should have listened to her more. "Look at us." He tilted his head towards them. "Up." A small smile pulled at the corner of his lips before he looked up at his mother. Euphemia looked at him sternly like she always use to before she sighed. "This isn't what she would want for you James.."
"It's our anniversary…" James admitted. "We…We were only able…..to have two anniversaries …two…..out of what is a thirteen year old marriage…..DON'T!…..Don't tell me what she'd want for me."
The room fell silent. "We know James….It was such a lovely ceremony." Euphemia commented before she looked at him deeply. "But today is a reason to miss and to celebrate your love that still is strong. Go to her grave….speak to her." James thought deeply about the moment before gazing down at the ring on his finger. "Speak to her….." He thought for a moment and raised his eyes wider. "The Hallows….."
"No James!" His father shouted and glared down at his son who froze from the firmness and power in the voice. "The Resurrection Stone is not worth your soul! We have told you the tales of the Peverells since you were a child and you know that we've warned you to never go in search of the others."
"I'd be able to see and speak to her though!"
"You can already do that but you refu-"
"That damned painting is not the woman I love!"
"Then are we not the parents who raised you?!" Euphemia raised her voice now .
"It's not the-"
"IT IS AND YOU JUST REFUSE TO ACCEPT IT BECAUSE ONCE YOU DO YOU ACCEPT SHE IS TRULY GONE FROM YOUR GRASP!" James flinched at the loudness and looked down, rightly told off. The moment went on and he did not speak before taking in a shuddering breath.
"I….I'm sorry…."
"There is nothing to apologize for James…..we understand…I understand." Fleamont spoke softly before seeing his son raise his head. "I never told you but my mother, your grandmother on my side passed away at my birth. It broke my father as he went on the hunt for the stone as did I….I only wished to know who she was so even after my father gave up his search I continued…..but I began to realize as the years went on that I was no better than that of the rising Grindelwald. Our destinies are not to be haunted by those who love us….but by honoring their lives and memories."
James had fallen back in his seat in surprise of hearing his father's tale. How could he not know what had been happening to his father in those years.
"I still searched until the day you were born."
"Why did you stop?"
"Because…I realized as I held you…you were my destiny. You and your mother." Fleamont smiled down at his son. "It'll hurt once you do this…. But in the end… it'll begin to mend." If a portrait could cry then Fleamont looked as close to doing it as anyone as he began to blink away his tears.
James looked down at his feet for a moment and let in a shuddering breath. Now that Harry was at Hogwarts it was hard for him to be distracted, and he had to admit it was distracting for him. Now without Harry to brighten his world he no longer could hold back against the darkness that still plagued him. He slowly raised from his spot and walked to the fireplace biting his thumb as he was now with much to contemplate.
The one problem with mass murders that follow a cause and then their "Dark Lord" goes away? They go away too….and frustratingly in a way that makes the job very….very difficult. As the folders sat open all around her as she laid on the floor thinking as she was twiddling her wand in her fingers. If the issue wasn't only that since they went into hiding after the Dark Lord disappeared it was the fact that most likely our "Silver Dementor '' was an Unspeakable. How could she get access to-
"Well well well…. Never thought I'd see you laying on the floor like that." She sat up and turned her head towards the door to see a figure in a black robe standing there. "Hello Amelia."
"Saul." She pulled herself up standing and flicked her wand till the case files were back on her desk. "Not everyday I get approached by the Unspeakable… So. What can I do for you?"
"Oh please Amelia, am I that easy to read after all these years?" From the look she gave them the joke was horribly timed. "Sorry." He gave a soft chuckle. "I'm… here." A wand came from his cloak and he swung it around and a gray light waved along each of the walls. "I'm here to tell you that you can't follow up on this case. There is nothing that will work out for you." They stood after pouring a glass from her bottle of whiskey she kept for afterward. "And I can't help you as you know."
"I know Saul but you can't blame me for hoping a bit." She sighed and took the glass when they offered it and drank it slowly. "So, why are you here?"
"Informing you." Saul took his glass up and walked over, moving it upward before bringing it back down. "And apologizing to you." Their words sighed as he placed the glass down in front of her and began to walk back out the door. "I'm sorry Amelia."
"I know you are Saul….I know." She sighed and sat down her glass. Amelia moved back a bit before standing and placing her glass by the whiskey and then turned back and froze as she looked at her table and more importantly at the glass there. She walked over slowly and raised it up to look at it. It wasn't empty nor did it have remnants of the whiskey….inside was a silvery wispy substance.
Saul…., she thought for a moment before clearing her throat and tapping the side of her desk causing a pensieve to rise from a compartment. She looked around for a moment before dumping it into the pensieve and activating the do not disturb charms on her office to keep everyone out. These were special wards that were meant for the utmost secrecy. Amelia bit her lip and leaned forward before entering the pensieve.
Saul looked around back and forth before facing the mirror in the locked room. They took in a deep sigh and looked at it and back at them. "Amelia. You're probably seeing this right now and wondering how in Merlin's old sanctimonious balls am I doing this…. It's because in all technicality I'm not telling you anything. I'm speaking to myself….You'll be unable to speak to me about this afterward as to keep myself safe I am deactivating the delayed Obliviation charm to hit me after I pull this memory from my mind….it keeps you and me safe."
"The bodies of the Bones family, ie Edger, his wife Caroline, and their two children, Liam and Cecillia, and the parents of Susan bones, Jacob and Lorna, were taken for examination about 8 hours after their deaths in accordance to the Unspeakable code on unexplainable deaths. Approximately two hours before the procedure a notice was sent that the bodies seemed to unexplainably start to deteriorate in a rapid case." They sighed and his head moved from the mirror to the door. Must have been their office, she thought. Then the head back to the mirror.
"The oddity is most spells that cause this kind of deterioration would have started at least two or three hours after being cast on them…" Saul paused for a moment most likely to put all their thoughts together straight before continuing. "We proceeded to do an extremely quick examination of the bodies. And in doing so ruled the deaths inconclusive due to the damage to the bodies. It didn't make any sense though. None of us could explain the delayed reaction to a spell that could do this. Unless….unless it happened within our care. Everyone simply thought it was Rookwood but with how fast Igor ratted him out…. It made no sense especially since Rookwood was nowhere near the building that day. Even if he came in, our magical signatures are recorded the moment we enter the facility."
Amelia froze when she understood what they were saying. " Amelia, The spell was not from any of the sacred Twenty-Eight family spells we have and did not have any traces of magic. It was from a minor dark family. I hope you understand I can't tell you anything more. Besides most likely this is just a Fool's chase at a Golden opportunity. I hope you find out who hurt your family. Promise me that when you finally figure it out…you'll be smart about it afterward." Saul stood back up and looked down before glancing back up at the mirror. "Alright…..this is gonna suck and I'm gonna have to explain why my memory experiment blew up in my face for no reason…. You owe me the good alcohol." And with that the wand was risen to his head and the vision faded to nothingness.
Amelia pulled herself out of the pensieve and fell back in her chair, her eyes wide. She then watched as the silvery substance in the pensieve began to spin in itself before disappearing. Always covering yourself eh Saul, Amelia thought to herself as she let loose a chuckle and thought about the words that were spoken. She bit her lip and sighed, her mind and eyes going to the image of her, Sirius, and Leo on the stand. They had taken the photo one day when they had gone out to a park together. It was simple but lovely. And that's all that mattered in the end.
She made an internal promise to herself that after this was all taken care of then they'd take a trip together. Maybe to France or somewhere far enough they don't have to worry about all the craziness. Then again it's probably quite fool…..ish…..She sat back in shock before pulling out the folders and personnel files. A grin appeared on her face, one her husband would say indicated she was indeed out for blood. And where Amelia looked she often found it.