Chapter 22: 1997
Bellatrix was especially angry, that blood-traitorous disgusting brat dared to give her orders as if she were her mistress, just because for some unknown reason she had managed to marry her master the night before.
Even that day, when she was 6 months pregnant, her lord had ordered her to attend that stupid hearing in which he would formally introduce the damn brat.
The huge black eyes filled with hatred followed the dwarf silhouette next to her master, as they walked in side by side. Both with black hoods covering their faces. Her lord guided the dwarf to the back of the Malfoys' ballroom, there were all the Death Eaters of importance.
An air of vibrant joy was in the air their lord was satisfied and everyone could perceive them. And therefore everyone was relieved.
"My dear followers, it is with great pleasure that we are here, in the room generously offered to us by Lucius Malfoy." Her lord said in that grave tone that fascinated her so much, that she leaned towards him with emotion, as everyone else did, and Lucius, her brother-in-law, looked like a peacock for been specifically mentioned. "Today I gathered you for a celebration, as you may know, yesterday I got married."
Applause rang out throughout the room, all too eager to please him. The small hooded figure next to him took off her robe and let her appearance show. Bellatrix felt like she was swallowing burning fire and hated her even more.
She was young, clearly, barely 16 years old. She wasn't even of legal age, just a brat who should still be locked up at Hogwarts. A hateful red hair was the first thing that caught the eye, so shiny and healthy that she just wanted to pull it out, she wore it long, even below her hips.
The brown eyes shone with joy, and Bellatrix could admit to herself that they were quite attractive. And her skin, oh for Morgana, that damn white and lush skin.
Bella looked at her own hands, her skin was old, worn by the inclemencies of Azkaban, by all the battles she had been by her master's side, she couldn't compare with those of the brat, who had dazzling hands, as if she had never touched anything rougher than a feather.
She felt so much hatred for her that for a few moments, she stopped seeing her master, and only the exclamations of surprise brought her back to reality, her master had just removed his hood and had left his face uncovered, the most beautiful face she had ever seen in her life.
It was he, his master, the Dark Lord, it was impossible not to recognize him, just like the others, the dark mark united them and she couldn't be mistaken, he was her master.
But now he was young, as if he were in his early 30s or 40s as if he were even younger than the most loyal of his followers, the future mother of his heir. Bella shuddered with desire at the sight of him, longing with terrible urgency for him to ask her again in his bed.
And she hated the brat growing in her belly, if she wasn't pregnant, he wouldn't feel disgusted to touch her in those moments. But he hadn't touched her since the pregnancy was noticed.
She brought her hands to her belly, holding them tightly as she bowed alongside the others, greeting their new mistress. She swallowed all the hatred she felt for the brat and only focused on her master's new appearance.
She loved him so much, and if it weren't for Rodolphus and his excellent health, she would now be the one who would be married to her master, being introduced as his wife officially, and her son wouldn't be born a bastard. The latter he thought with great disgust, sometimes he felt some affection for the fetus when she thought it was a part of her master, but whenever she remembered that it would be a bastard she was filled with horror and anger.
Never in her life did she think of giving birth to a bastard, it was a shame that only bloody mudbloods committed. There were even some in their time at Hogwarts who ended up fleeing the wizarding world of shame when they realized what it meant in their world to commit such a serious offense.
And now she would find herself in that deplorable situation, while a simple 15-year-old brat married the love of her life.
She watched with undisguised anger as he presented her as his wife and companion, he could almost imply that she was his equal. And she spoke:
"Dear wizards and witches, it is a pleasure to be here today with my husband in the presence of the cream of the wizarding society of England." The woman who looked like a vixen began, they even had just the hair of a vixen. "Today begins a new plan, one devised by our lord that will take the magical world to the greatest splendor in its history."
Everyone burst into deafening applause. Bellatrix refrained from joining in the celebration and only placed her hands on her bulging belly.
"But, first of all, let me introduce myself to you, I am Ginevra Molly Voldemort neé Weasley, the wife of who will be the Lord of the Wizarding World," The vixen interrupted herself waiting for the new wave of applause to calm down. "We will take control of the Wizarding World and take magic to levels never seen before. To achieve this, we must achieve international cooperation never seen before. We're going to wipe out our noble island of Muggles, and then we'll wipe them out of Europe.
The cheers this time were hard to silence, and only when the Dark Lord stood up did everyone fall silent.
"As Lady Voldemort has said..." The rest of the words Bellatrix could not even hear, she only heard a beep in her ears when she heard that title from her master's lips. She hated that slut, she hated her, Lady... Oh even now, his master was declaring that they could use that name, it was no longer a taboo. All for that damn vixen.
She only saw how everything unfolded in front of her as if she were looking at a photograph, without being able to interfere, she only heard words in the air; conquest, ministry, minister Weasley, violating the International Statute of Magical Secrecy, accidentally discovering oneself to Muggles.
Later, he introduced his brother-in-law, Percival Weasley would be the face of the Ministry, directly under the orders of Lord and Lady Voldemort. He also proclaimed a council of war to make decisions and prepare the troops, a council with only the most skilled and intelligent strategists, he also announced that the search and capture of Harry Potter would no longer continue and it was forbidden to even follow his tracks, no longer a priority.
She didn't care about any of that if she couldn't have the man she loved the most by her side, nothing was worth it.
That bitch didn't deserve it.
o-o-o-o
Ginny spent the next few weeks in long meetings, finally waking up from the long self-imposed lethargy while Dumbledore lived, from her actions with a low profile, hidden from everyone. Now she didn't have to hide her plans and thoughts anymore, even with Luna and Colin, she didn't tell them everything, but with Tom it was different. She knew that he was still Voldemort of course, cunning, brilliant, manipulative, but something drove her to trust him all in her life, as she had never trusted anyone else.
"Even with Harry," she thought sadly, "I didn't trust him. I lied to him, duped him, hid things from him, and made him go through horrendous things without feeling a shred of remorse, I don't even feel remorse for having done it. He has never really met me, not the one I capable of doing atrocious things without hesitation, he has never heard me plan genocide without trembling my voice, nor has he heard my true feelings and thoughts, I know he would judge me."
Tom was a dark version of Harry, and every time she was in his arms, she questioned whether she loved Harry because he was too much like the Tom she met in her diary or whether she was so attracted to Tom because she loved Harry so much. It was like wondering which came first, the egg or the dragon.
Every night was passionate since the day of their wedding, which happened 2 months ago, and a sudden thought went through her head. There had been no bleeding in 2 lunar cycles, she wobbled her long red nails on the table as she made beads on her head over and over again. Was she that distracted? She then thought of the bra that at that moment squeezed her breasts in a strange way, she had also gained a little weight and her hair had never been so shiny. Although she had no symptoms and nothing unusual other than the occasional breast pain.
Soon she shook her head slightly and concentrated on the present, the most important meeting up to that moment was ending, Tom had organized that Council, which they presided over together before the most prominent wizards and witches among his followers. Sure, she couldn't stop Bellatrix from being there too, but that situation gave her morbid pleasure, the proud witch couldn't hide her disdain and contempt whenever she was addressed with her married name, the female equivalent of Tom's name. She looked at her out of the corner of her eye, her daughter was almost born, and just thinking that it would unite her with her husband made her angry, every day that passed Bellatrix was proud of her rounded belly, there were only a couple of months left.
"Very well, it will be today then, Arif Sikander, our master is trusting you," Ginny said, focusing on the wizard, one of her recent acquisitions for the cause, the former Muggle studies teacher at Hogwarts was a half-blood ashamed of his Muggle origin but at the same time attracted to them, he would be a good fit for them and perhaps one of the few wizards who knew the Muggle world inside and out. The one in charge of the attack through that technology that replaced magic.
The meeting ended, at the end of the day and Dolohov (one of those responsible for the death of her uncles Gideon and Fabian) bowed as usual to his master in the farewell that every Death Eater made and then turned to Ginny, and in a clear attempt to ingratiate himself with her, he also bowed to her and called her My Lady and then kissed the hem of her long skirt.
Everyone remained static in the face of this show of public submission not requested by anyone, Ginny turned to look at her husband, she couldn't pretend to be above his decisions or question him in public, she had to pretend at least. Tom looked at that gesture coldly, he didn't exactly look delighted, "Great, now he'll consider me a rival for his power," the young woman thought bitterly and angrily towards Dolohov while touching her belly unconsciously. But, to her surprise, her husband nodded to her, instructing her to permit Dolohov to get up.
She spoke in a firm voice. "You can get up."
"Thank you, my lady." Said the Death Eater with a flash of triumph, which increased when he felt the satisfaction of his master through the mark, so did his companions, since everyone, without exception approached her and also bowed to her, one by one, kissing the hem of her skirt and greeting her as if she were their master.
It was quite funny for Ginny when it was Bellatrix's turn, it looked like she had just been given Skele-Gro potion, her spine was very stiff when she bowed to her and she didn't even brush her skirt with her lips, and her belly was so immense that she was even exempt from kneeling before her master. That bitch deserved it, she wasn't unaware that in the morning she had asked for a private audience with Tom and had poisoned him against Ginny about the Hogwarts gossip about her and Harry.
When everyone left, there was silence. Ginny only ordered the midday tea from one of the elves and put a privacy spell.
"Are you upset, love?" She asked her husband as she stood up and sat on his lap, her arms around his neck, she brought her face close to his and looked him in the eyes.
"Yes." He said harshly, he didn't take her off but put his hands on her waist and caressed her back in circular movements, slowly. "In the following meetings you must wear a tunic, I don't think it's right that they touch the hem of your skirt."
Ginny looked at him strangely, she almost thought she had imagined that phrase, but when she realized that he meant it she couldn't contain a fit of laughter. Not in her wildest dreams had she thought of seeing Lord Voldemort, Tom Riddle, being so possessive and jealous. She soon stopped when she saw that he wasn't amused, she knew very well that she should never hurt his pride, no man tolerated that and even less him, so she chose to flatter him.
"My love, none of your followers would dare to even have an inappropriate thought about me," she said mellowly while lightly kissing his lips, he placed the palm of one hand on her waist and took her slender neck with the other in a light caress. "They are too afraid and respectful of you to dare. Besides, you know I wouldn't look at anyone else."
"And your dear Harry?" Tom spat out Harry's name in blind anger as he clenched his hands, pinching her waist and grabbing her neck tightly from behind. "Don't think I don't know that you behaved like a vile prostitute by getting into his bed for years, did you let him touch you? I wouldn't be surprised, you're a bloody slut."
She thought quickly before answering almost in a panic. She knew she couldn't lie to that man who was looking at her angrily and squeezing her with his hands in such a painful way that it would probably leave bruises. She didn't know what to do, she had never faced that kind of violence in a husband. She was scared, Lucretia Castitate wouldn't protect her from him, nor from his beatings, nor even from rape at the hands of her husband.
Only witches were informed, from mother to daughter, of the true nature of the ritual; they were tied to a man and he was the only person who could do with them as he pleased, "Filia, audite et obedite. Virgo, patri obedio. Dominam parere viro tuo. Vidua, obedire filio tuo. Honora, ama, et obedite viro tuo." "Daughter, listen and obey. Maiden, obey your father. Mistress, obey your husband. Widow, obey your son. Honor, love, and obey your husband."
She was at the mercy of her husband.
The wizards never knew that they had free rein to do with their wives as they pleased, too frightened by the possibility of dying, but Tom could risk himself without fear as he was protected by the Horcruxes. If he found out, she would be in his hands and lose all power she might have.
She had two paths before her, and just thinking of Bellatrix's position in this man's consideration made her realize that it would be foolish to do the same as her. And most important of all, she couldn't forget that if Lucretia Castitate couldn't protect her, she had taken matters into her own hands, Tom had flouted that clause of not being able to intentionally cause her physical harm, taking it as the redundancy of a child, but he accepted it without suspicion and included it in the final contract on which he had sworn.
Thus, she brought her hands to her husband's head and pulled his hair very hard, after all, she hadn't sworn not to harm him physically. Tom was so shocked that he couldn't help but exclamation in pain, he even let it out as a reflex, clearly decades had passed without anyone daring to physically assault him.
"Listen to me, Tom Marvolo, don't you dare overdo it. I chose you over Harry, and you know perfectly well that I wanted him, but I still chose you. Don't you dare stain my honor and reputation with your words!" She shouted at him while slapping him, then put her hands in fists and hit his chest, that perfect face that he had never seen with more emotions was stunned, not knowing what to do. "I'm not one of your whores, no one had ever touched me, you're the first man in my life and you know it very well. I am and will always be loyal to you, I promised it and I will keep it, but you are an idiot if you think you are going to disrespect me again."
She stood in anger, her eyes filled with tears, her face ablaze, her clenched fists resting on her waist. Her breathing quickened and her chest rose and fell strongly. She watched in the same posture as he stood up and stood in front of her.
And, as she expected it to happen, he began to laugh out loud.
She knew he looked like Harry, but they had different coping mechanisms, while Harry once allowed himself to be beaten and then begged her forgiveness for angering her, she saw clearly that Tom had also allowed himself to be beaten and hadn't even tried to put his hands in, but he wouldn't beg her, he would feign joy to please her so as not to have to lower himself.
Oh well, it had taken Harry two years to get to that level, and they would have decades, she would tame him.
"Don't laugh." She said while forcing fake tears to roll down her cheeks and hugging him around the waist, he was very tall, almost 78.7 in tall, and she with her 59 in, her head barely brushed his chest. "It's not funny, Tom."
Calling him by his name instead of her usual affectionate nicknames seemed to shake him, as he felt her change in breathing and his arms around her.
"Don't be angry anymore, kitten." He said mockingly, while kissing her, she only gave him an angry look, but she melted in his arms and returned the kiss with passion, intertwining their tongues. They were only separated when they were interrupted by the elf, who was trembling with fear.
"You can retire dear, I'll serve my husband's tea," Ginny said with a smile, without separating from Tom, before he could bark an unpleasant order, if she wanted to be a charismatic leader, she had to be first of all with those loyal slaves. "Please don't interrupt us, when they come to give us information you come to let us know, thank you.
"Yes, missus." She said in a shrill voice and bowed to her before disappearing.
"Well, my love, what were we up to?" She said as she made him sit down and settle into his lap. They had a lot of fun for a couple of hours, the tea was already cold when they finally got dressed, invigorated by the exercise, Ginny boiled the tea and poured a cup to Tom, she also chose his favorite cookies and sandwich to put on a plate in front of him.
"Eat something love, they will come soon to give us the reports." She said while she devoured her food, she was hungry.
And it wasn't long when Tilly returned and announced that everyone was outside to deliver their report.
"Thank you dear, please, bring me a tunic, the green one with cream-colored ruffles, and return with it before letting our master's followers pass." The little elf obeyed her immediately and handed her the garment almost with little jumps, Ginny smiled affectionately and put on her robe.
She got up from her comfortable chair and tapped Tom's legs to sit down on a couch seat, sat down beside her, and took her hand, ready to receive everyone.
When they entered the room the smell of sex was still in the air, but everyone ignored her and followed the routine greetings.
"Well?" Tom placed his face in one hand, and Ginny held his other hand very tightly, although her face was expressionless.
"It was a success, master," Arif said exultant with joy, although his explanation was understood only by a few people, more Tom than anyone else in the room. "That introductory talk between Tony Blair and Rufus Scrimgeour was an absolute brilliance. I don't know how you could get it, my Lady, or turn it into a Muggle video, but it's too explicit for them to fight it. It's already in all the newspapers in the world, and on television, even the Royal Family and Parliament are too scared to come out and declare anything. It is a disaster as if the third world war had been declared." He said as everyone began to declare their missions a success. Ginny smiled, saying nothing, only Tom knew that it had been Percy who recorded that conversation in one of the twins' most successful inventions, and Colin, her wonderful friend found a means to turn it into a proper Muggle tape, with the computer she had provided him, he had no limits in his ingenuity.
Of course, they made sure the Hogwarts express departed first, first and foremost. They had given the train an hour of advantage. A part of her was sad to think that Luna and Colin had returned without her, in her sixth year at school, having passed 9 TIMOS didn't serve her at that time that she had abandoned her studies, she was married and pregnant.
Arif had dressed them all appropriately to blend in, and using the cover of deactivated Muggle weapons they caused disaster throughout England, at least in the most central areas, killing everyone wearing strange clothing as directed by Arif.
The most important thing of all is that no one, absolutely no one outside that privileged circle ever found out that they had broken international statutes. Scrimgeur would be killed after the death of Diana, Princess of Wales, England's most beloved Muggle, marked the start of the large-scale conflict. But that was a few weeks away.
War was already declared.
o-o-o-o
Agilbert Fontaine was a brilliant young man, a teacher of enchantments who had just begun to teach at the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it was his first class-group, and although he had always longed to dedicate himself to teaching, he had barely reached the regulatory 35 years that wizards were required to have to be among the young witches.
He was the new head of the Wampus house, his old home in his youth. He was in a relationship with his fiancée, who was finishing her studies as a healer, every night he spent an hour talking to her. Life had been very good with him.
Her thoughts were interrupted when, after a small knock out of commitment, the door opened almost slamming it. He turned around scandalized, his students couldn't have such bad manners, just 6 in the morning, there were 2 hours left before the start of the day, and he was still wearing a nightgown. And he snorted when he saw Meredith Steward.
Meredith's father and Agilbert's mother were siblings, making little Meredith his whiny cousin 20 years young.
That branch of the Steward family were direct descendants of James and Isolt Steward neé Sayre, the founding fathers of Ilvermony. While he never took much thought of it, Meredith (influenced by her unpleasant mother) acted like a little princess, owner and mistress of the school.
Even that attitude went to the extreme of entering the room of her head of the house in that way.
It was all Hafsa Shafiq's fault, that proud purist witch of blood had the archaic supremacist ideas of the old world, from which she came, she always looked at everyone with an air of superiority and raised her nose as if she were smelling dragon dung.
At least his little cousin was losing those nefarious attitudes since she started dating Derek, a son of a lovely no-maj family, who had been a good influence on her.
"Miss Stewa...
Agilbert was surprised when she began to cry and told him of the visions that had begun with the blood of her menstruation. He could barely process the information, she explained how her mother had told her that it was vision of the future, and she was quite proud of it, she said that in the Shafiq family talent ran in the blood.
Agilbert could only think with displeasure of that, divination was an old-world stupidity, only a credulous ignorant would believe in that child-tale of that backward continent. The Steward family also had those streaks of madness that were mistaken for divination, some women had gone mad from those hallucinations and had committed suicide. Fortunately, they had been born in the new world and received support and treatment of the kind used by the No-Maj.
"Cousin, calm down, it's just your mind, I'll help you, don't worry, we'll fix this. They are hallucinations, you should have received treatment years ago." Agilbert said as he slowed down and took her hand, taking her to the infirmary calmly.
"No cousin, it's true, today it will happen, it's going to happen now, the old world will reveal the magic to everyone, what will happen to Derek? Cousin I don't want him to suffer. Won't everything be fine? They will destroy the whole society as we know it, if we don't unite with Lord Vold-don't know what will destroy us as well." She said pleadingly, as she obediently followed him.
"Of course, Mer, don't worry, I'm going to help you, everything will be fine." But when he left the house to go to the infirmary, all the students came out in droves spreading the gossip loudly. Those born into a no-maj family had telephones, and their families had informed them.
He had to leave his little cousin in her panic attack with her boyfriend, who hugged her and managed to reassure her. And he went to the group of teachers, to find out what was happening.
In the end, Agatha Kowalski, the Muggle studies teacher, who was the only one who owned a Muggle television in that building, came running.
"We are exposed, I saw it, it is on all the news channels, in England, they intervened on the BBC and broadcast a video, it was how the British Minister of Magic introduced himself to the Prime Minister of England. And the prime minister already knew it, he accepted it without surprise because the previous minister of magic had already introduced himself to him, they even mentioned the name of the queen and that she had to be protected because of the risk that Lord Voldemort would mark her as a target to cause panic." She explained nervously "They are broadcasting it all over the world, they have begun to attack people who dress and act differently from the no-maj. It's a witch hunt..."
The last sentence came out in an audible whisper through the large silent hall. They had gone through their last witch hunt a century ago, many of their grandparents had suffered it and it wasn't pretty at all.
The younger children, sons of no-maj, didn't see much of a problem, in fact, they were excited for their elementary school friends to learn about their abilities. But, the older children, those who had full knowledge of the secret, were terrified, it wasn't until they were old enough when they realized that many close relatives moved away from them when they learned of the magic, many mothers and grandmothers saw them as an aberration and children of the devil, as demonic beings.
Agilbert finally also shared opinions, and helped with decision-making, it was until after noon when it was decided that classes would be suspended, at least for a couple of weeks, but parents who wanted to leave their children at school could do so, without a doubt, they would definitely be safe there.
But his cousin's words didn't leave his mind, was divination real then? Was Meredith right? It wasn't possible, that was a myth, useless old beliefs. But how had he known? She said that everything would be destroyed and they would be razed to the ground if they didn't join Lord Voldemort.
Such a lack of ethics couldn't even be considered. They were intermingled with the No-Maj, Meredith and he were descendants of a mixed marriage, and they weren't the only ones.
No being with ethics and congruent with human and proper values would support the destruction of the no-maj world, even if the wizarding world was somewhat affected.
o-o-o-o
When Harry returned to the house Creevy was surprised to already consider it his home. He had spent the last few days there, only going out occasionally to run, even though everyone insisted that he had to stay locked up, there was no one in his life who could force him to do what he didn't want to do.
The only person he would take orders from was Ginny.
And she... He held back tears with all his might, as he increased his speed, that kept him sane. He was nauseous at the thought of her at Voldemort's mercy, though he found comfort in knowing that Ginny was too clever and cunning to let herself fall, she would succeed. She must definitely have been in Slytherin, and perhaps her greatest act of cunning was precisely to enter Gryffindor.
He didn't doubt her love, but he did doubt her trust in him, now he realized that she had hidden from him wasn't little. And how much she trusted Colin, and how much more she would trust only Voldemort, her husband.
Perhaps he shouldn't have been so prejudiced, so closed, he shouldn't have been so horrified in everything she told him. If there were... No, he should stop thinking like that.
Colin, on Ginny's instructions, had told them everything he knew and what would happen in many years, and although Ron and Hermione had been reluctant to believe it at first, the specific, congruent details assured them that it was true.
Hermione took everything very badly, even more so when the blame for what had happened to the wizarding world fell on her and her decisions, first for trusting Muggles and allowing herself to be recorded, second for trying to live together and take a passive attitude when the conflict began, and when everything escalated by refusing to use horrifying methods and black magic to win.
Colin handed him the box with the Horcruxes and Ginny's letter of instructions that he had to hide in the Muggle world because, although she would make sure that Voldemort didn't follow in his footsteps, she couldn't ensure that the Death Eaters loyal to him, too eager to please him, wouldn't try to hunt him down.
Hermione decided where they would go to hide, as she also told them that they should leave the country and Europe, where the worst battles would be. And finally, they opted for Australia.
Only the three friends would go, Colin and Dennis would stay, but they would go to visit them and give them reports of what was happening in the wizarding world.
Hermione managed to get the Australian identity IDs, her charms reached a new level. They would go by porthole, the last contact with magic they would have, besides the communicating mirrors, that of Sirius, who was still recovering from what he had given to Colin.
Hermione's parents had refused to accompany them, they wanted to first sell their dental clinic and rent their house so they could go to Australia and work there. There wasn't hurry, no one was following them, so Hermione calmly agreed to this and consented to go ahead to settle in the country.
Harry went to take all his money out of the goblin bank, where, to annoyance, the goblins informed him that they had a headquarters in every country in the world, from where he could withdraw money from his account. They arrived in Australia and Hermione investigated the houses that were being auctioned off for debts, while they were staying in a hotel. And finally, he saw in a newspaper a house in Adelaide, large, with 5 floors, a basement and an attic, on the seacoast, isolated in that immense city that was barely recovering from the last economic crisis, which occurred 7 years earlier.
After a bid, Harry bought it and moved into it. They had barely settled comfortably in this neighborhood of Brighton when all the disaster happened.
Ron last week had taken up the habit of watching television, fascinated by the moving images of films and series, and it was he who sounded the alarm when the transmission of the damned video of the ministers was broadcast. He called to his friends in a bone-chilling scream.
Hermione was the first to leave the room she had just begun to share with Ron on the third floor of the house, and when she saw the news, she could only hiccup in surprise. It seemed as if everything Colin had told them was beginning to come to pass.
Harry was the last to arrive in the room, he jumped down several times from the fourth floor to reach his friends. The trio watched in horror at the latest news from England and the riots that existed in the streets of major cities, the violence was escalating too fast, as if it were a Muggle war movie.
They went to bed until after dawn watching the news carefully, and finally, Hermione decided to put protective barriers in the house and bring her parents as soon as possible. She was hysterical for hours, until Ron was able to calm her down, terrified that her parents would be attacked like the Muggles in the news.
Information had been leaked from Hogwarts, only apparently, they thought that the school was in Dunbar Castle, in Scotland, but at the other end of where the school really was.
They had even interviewed a guard at the train station in London, where the man testified that he had always found it very strange that once a year many strange people with owls in their luggage passed through the platforms without boarding any known train.
Harry thought to himself that it was fortunate that this had happened when it was already September 1, the train had already left with the students an hour before the news had taken place.
At least the students would be safe at Hogwarts.
Thank you for your comments, I am really happy to read them.
An apology for the delay, it will take me a while to update, since right now I am doing my specialty social service, I am practically in a hospital in the middle of the jungle and we barely have internet for a few hours a day, since the light leaves often.
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