Another installment of Chaos ensues.
Trigger Warning *brief mention of possible sexual and physical harm towards a child.* At some point, this story will get a little dark in places, and I'll do what I can to place appropriate warnings. If you find something I missed while reading, please let me know.
*The author chucks the chapter at readers and runs "Blame the characters."*
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McGonagall
The lunch bell signaled the noon hour as the students entered the hall again in light of this morning's announcements. From my seat at the high table, I watched as my former student, who I felt I'd failed, directed the arriving healers and guardians on where to help set up for the eventful afternoon. Poppy was called over to see how she thought it would best be organized, and I could tell she felt better after our conversation last night over a bottle of fire whiskey and the early morning meeting before the students awoke.
Knowing that she could focus on something other than the possibility of her oaths being in jeopardy was for the best. Seeing the Ambassador looking back at me and nodding, I knew that despite everything, she wouldn't let the woman who showed her she could heal as well as destroy come to harm mentally or physically.
Turning to my left, I greeted the other heads of the schools as they settled into their seats. "Olympe, Igor, I hope your students have settled in despite yesterday's unexpected events." Olympe turned and responded, "I'd like to say that I'm surprised by what happened, but truthfully, that was nothing compared to the Ambassador's first time visiting Beauxbaton. Nor her cousin's entire tenure with its halls." She hummed in amusement, gazing out briefly at the students.
At the same time, Igor responded in kind, "Or the time Durmstrang's grounds ended up being used as a field hospital after they'd rescued a group of children from a human trafficking caravan not more than a couple kilometers away from our southern border. Though she was merely the liaison for Fortress' exchange program then." He shook his head, remembering that day, lost in thought for a moment. "She helped save countless lives that day while ignoring her injuries. I've never seen one of the fallen have a wing nearly severed and still fight until that day." The rest of the staff paused their conversation, turning to look at the headmaster as he continued, "It's pouring rain, and out of the darkness comes this being that seemed one with them. She walked up towards me, drenched with a limp wing, and asked if they could set up medical tents in front of the school. No mask, no glamor, hid her markings that day, and I knew that if I didn't offer assistance, I'd later regret it. After opening the wards, the healers rushed in to set up the tents as the groups carried children in on stretchers. Some no older than three crying and pleading for help. It lasted hours, and she went back and forth from the site, helping wherever needed. About four hours later, she appeared again carrying a young woman no older than 14 wearing shredded armor along her front. She laid the girl down on the grass and carefully removed the breastplate. Using everything in her arsenal to save her…." What he was about to say next was stopped as two women emerged from the group and approached the table.
"What headmaster Karkaroff isn't saying is that he rushed down from the front steps and started doing everything he could to help me. He'd bound my wing, which I hadn't noticed was even still attached at that point. Then, he conjured water to help me clean the wounds and staunch the bleeding while shouting for the healers. They hadn't seen us since I'd had to lay her down further from the tent. The headmaster personally saved two lives that day and allowed countless others to be healed." The Ambassador stopped before the Durmstrang headmaster and gestured to the woman beside her.
"Karkaroff, it's time to officially introduce you to the woman you helped save. This is General Caterina Ossos, Heir Apparent to the Royal and Eternal house of Ossos. She was undercover in the caravan when a rival group of traffickers attacked it. She'd been injured while protecting a group of children after their wagon had gotten separated from the rest. If you hadn't put aside your misgivings and helped, I might not have been able to save her that day, and the world would have been a darker place." I watched as the guardian lowered her shroud, revealing the characteristic fiery hair and green eyes of house Bones that looked upon us. Her face was covered in a light dusting of freckles with a scar going through her right eyebrow and ending at her lower lip, although the eye remained undamaged. A gasp was heard before anyone could react as two people rushed towards us.
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No pov
The two people who rushed towards the front of the hall were the last of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Bones, both feeling a sense of shock and disbelief as they had thought to be the last of the two families alive. The Ambassador turned and raised a shield that had suddenly appeared as Amelia Bones put the information together and fired hexes at her for hiding a member of her family from them.
The Ambassador merely seemed to brace the shield and waited for the seasoned HitWitch to calm down. The rest of the hall watched in disbelief after looking at the group of fallen present and seeing them shaking their heads, indifferent to the Ambassador's plight. After five minutes, the seasoned warrior had had enough, "Enough, Amelia; you may be an old friend and my legal guardian's ex-partner, but if you keep this up without allowing me to explain, I will respond in kind." Finally, the elder Bones ended the onslaught as the guardians lowered the barriers protecting the onlookers.
Through gritted teeth, the eldest Bones spoke, "Explain then how, after all these years, you looked me in the eye and told me that you didn't know of any survivors of either branch. After everything…." Whatever Amelia was going to say next was halted by a raised hand as the Ambassador's shield retracted back into its cuff, and she looked up, fire dancing in her eyes. "I never lied to you. I took an oath long before I met any of you to protect the last survivors, even if it meant my end. I didn't know who she was when we met and couldn't tell you because until a month ago, she was in deep cover and couldn't be reached. As for their being survivors, I've looked, and you damn well know it. I was waiting for later this afternoon to present our findings in private. Seeing as many wouldn't have made the connection if you hadn't lost your fucking mind, woman." Anger rolled off her, barely restrained, as those closest shied away in fear of attracting her ire.
Many now understood that there was more than meets the eye when it came to the likes of Callen Drake. Stepping forward, Caterina placed her hand lightly on her fellow battle's shoulder and waited until they locked eyes as she handed back the sunglasses that had come off in the altercation before she spoke. "I decided to hide the fact that I was alive. If they'd found out before I was of age, we would have been tortured and slaughtered. There were others to consider, as well as your safety, Amelia Bones, and the wellbeing of your niece. Nyx followed my direction in this matter and regularly mentioned how you both were doing, sharing stories with my siblings and me. By all that is Holy, Unholy, and everything in between, don't you dare judge her for doing her job, even if it often meant sacrificing her happiness?" The Ossos heir stepped forward, looking at the two women who were all left of her family's wixen branch.
"I spent years in the worst places on earth doing everything to protect the last of my family after we were attacked and my parents slaughtered in front of me. I was the designated survivor, the one our guardians were supposed to focus on getting out, and not my siblings when we were betrayed. I refused to leave and raised my blade against the intruders, doing everything possible to protect what was left. I was seven when they came, and my primal burst into existence that night when I first shifted. After the devastation of that night, my sole priority was protecting what was left. So don't you dare blame her for protecting strangers in need of help because if she hadn't been hunting the bastards responsible for the deaths of her family that night, none of us would be standing here today?" Everyone looked down in shame, and many of the adults felt that they had failed to help the people who had been their protectors for generations when they pleaded for help in their time of need.
The Bones women looked at the two in shock as the Ambassador removed her shades and let her glamors fall. The reality of the hidden war bared before them as everyone present looked upon each scar and mark that graced the warrior's visage, from the fractured scars in her eyes to the tips of her fingers—decades of sacrifice and perseverance glowed in the afternoon light. The marks of service and symbols of her parentage graced her right arm, denoting her as a child of Nox and Lilith to the fractured soul bond graced her left arm.
The staff behind her witnessed the countless scars and broken brands that littered her back, visible through the opening for her wings to appear. Many focused on the glowing cuff on her right wrist, nearly translucent as it shone the truth of her oaths for all to see. What shocked many was the mark of Purgatory that glowed upon her forehead, showing that a daughter of Purgatory walked the earth once more in the light of day. Eyes once a blue-gray now glowed, one eye a fractured silver and gold, the other the color of fresh blood. "You forget that my kindness and respect are not easily earned, and my trust is easily lost to those who do not deserve it, Bones." The steel in her voice was apparent as the two stared each other in the eyes for several seconds before, in a blink, the Ambassador's marks were covered once more. The director looked away first as she looked around the hall, watching the reactions of those present before placing her shades back in their usual spot.
Her visage was unmarred, bar with a few scars scattered about and tattoos that graced her right arm and shoulder. The Ambassador turned and faced the teacher's table before tilting her head slightly in apology. "Forgive me for my laps in control, Headmistress McGonagall. It has been some time since someone has dared challenge me in such a way. I assure you it will not happen again during our stay here." The old Scot looked at her former student before lowering her head respectfully. "It is I who should apologize to you for all you have endured during your time here. I had let Dumbledore's beliefs that you were going dark cloud my judgment of your character." Her Scottish accent grew heavy in regret. A snort caused McGonagall to startle and look up abruptly as the formidable young woman broke down in peels of uncontrollable laughter, bracing herself on her knees with tears streaming down her face.
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Callen pov
"Dark…dark…bloody hell… he thought I was going dark… seriously?!" I gasped as I caught my breath, still trying to wrap my head around that idea. "What because I chose Slytherin and might have threatened the hat, or was it because I refused to dance to his fiddle and be another of his pawns that all seem to have short life spans." Looking at McGonagall and the rest of the hall, I couldn't help but shake my head in disbelief.
"According to the Fates, the day I go 'dark' will be the end of times, not that I have ever put much stock in prophecy. Especially not those damn orbs in the Department of Mysteries; some of those are ridiculous with everything open to interpretation." Sighing in exasperation, I looked back at McGonagall, touching my throat as I remembered that day when my life changed forever, "I defied the will of the fates and the gods of every pantheon. Clotho no longer crafts my thread, Lachesis no longer holds it, and Atropos once tried to cut it, resulting in her scissors shattering. If the Moirai are unable to know my future, do you really think a senile old goat blinded by his self-hatred has any capability of sound judgment left?" a quiet voice broke the silence in the hall.
"How did you do it? How did you change your fate?" Turning towards the voice's origin, I saw for the first time the cousin I never got to truly know. The one who spoke was Harry Potter, the son of the late Lord James Charlus Potter, and Lady Lily Jadelin Potter nee' Evans-Nox, sworn sister to my legal guardian and mentor. I slowly started walking down the basis, looking towards the Bones and the lone Ossos, knowing that we'd continue this conversation later before I made my way to the table of red and gold.
Once near him, I slowly lowered myself to eye level, resting a knee on the ground before I spoke. "I refused to let others choose how my life ended. I was 7 when they came to my hometown and destroyed the last of the peace I had left. I changed the contract they handed me and protected the town and my family from harm. Later, they tried to force me to become forsaken and bring about the end of days as prophesied. As my captures were deciding whether having me be a daughter of heaven or hell would cause the most amount of chaos, I chose Purgatory, unknowingly wrenching my fate from those who could manipulate it." He looked at me with a sense of understanding that shouldn't be in his eyes, and at that moment, I cursed Dumbledore for his actions.
"Harry, I can't begin to apologize for my failure to find you before now. May Lily forgive me." At this, disbelief flashed in his eyes, and I knew that if I weren't careful, he'd never trust me. "How do you know who I am?" He asked evenly, his walls slamming down. Raising my hands, showing that I wasn't a threat, I chose my words carefully, knowing that those listening could cause problems and that he needed the truth. "There is much I need to tell you that will have to wait until after your medical exam." Seeing his protest, I chanced, looking over the brim of my shades before continuing, "No, and, if, or buts, as for how I know who you are… you are Hadrian 'Harry' James Potter, son of Lord James Charlus Potter and Lady Lily Jadelin Potter nee' Evans-Nox, heir apparent to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, Child of house Nox. Your mother is the sworn sister to my legal guardian, Aria Nox, and the best friend of Catherine Drakos. The blood of my people runs through your veins along with the blood of your ancestors." I waited as he processed this for a few moments.
The hall was deadly silent until he asked the question that I knew would change everything: "If we're family, then why didn't you look for me? Why did I not know any of this about my heritage? Why was I left with them instead?" Hearing the anger and hidden agony in his voice, I couldn't help but growl, my primal scratching at the surface to protect one of the family's cubs. Taking a deep breath before continuing, I held his gaze.
"I looked for years. Even after being thrown out of the UK, I had contacts searching for you. If something had happened to your parents, their will was supposed to have been read, and you would have grown up with your godparents. But Alice and Frank were attacked just days after the attack on Godric's hollow, and Sirius was unreachable in Azkaban instead of being in the ministry holding cells awaiting a trial that never happened. I crossed the damn channel the night I sensed the fidelus go down. I moved as quickly as I could to remain undetected by the border wards, and once I got to the house… all that was left was your parent's bodies and the cat. You were nowhere to be found in the rubble. The hardest thing I have ever done was call up the residual memories of that night that were seared into the house's foundation. Watching as that fucking coward led the idiot to your doorstep. How your father attempted to fight him off before he was struck down from behind by the coward. How your mother rushed upstairs to the nursery and started the ritual she had prepared to keep you safe. How she led the Dark Lord into the trap and sacrificed herself. How you were taken away from the rubble. I looked everywhere, scouring the country for any trace of your magical signature, and found nothing."
Pausing, I waited for him to process this and continued when he nodded, "When I came here as a transfer student, I demanded that Dumbledore told me where you were countless times, and the summer before the sixth year, he had decided that I was a threat to his plans for you and he sold me out to the brotherhood." Closing my eyes as I recounted that day, I knew I needed to tell him everything, no matter how painful the memories of what happened afterward were. "The rest of the staff was absent when Dumbledore called me to the school from where I worked at the Three Broomsticks. Not once had I given any indication of being anything more than a witch, yet he knew I was fallen. I had walked through the gates and up towards the doors, seeing him standing there waiting when there was a shift in the wind, and suddenly, they were upon me and dared to attack on neutral grounds. I was unarmed except for my foci and a dagger that was hidden in my boot sans armor. Five of them came at me with chains, tranquilizer darts, and knockout gas. I fought them off for as long as I could until Dumbledore hit me in the back with a spell, and I went down using my voice for the first time in years as I screamed in agony. They bound my arms and legs in chains and dragged me away. When I woke up, I was locked in a cage heading to the Northern border. Looking back on it, I don't believe Dumbledore was acting alone, nor did he call the brotherhood willingly. That is why I came here last night to ensure he had a chance to be helped and share his side of the story." Looking at the young scion, I knew he understood, at least on some level, as he hesitated before laying a hand on my shoulder.
"Thank you for not giving up, and while I want to know the rest, I'll wait for later as you requested; just…promise me that you'll not decide my path for me or withhold information." With this, Green met Stormy Blue in understanding, forging a bond that would unknowingly tie their fates. "I'll promise that if you promise that when you're ready, you'll tell me where he put you so that I can chat with them. Probably make sure I'm sitting down when you do it with a stiff drink because I feel my primal might rage on your behalf." I smirked at him as he looked at me in disbelief. "How, how did you…" he couldn't finish the sentence, uncertainty shining in his eyes. "they say birds of a feather flock together, kid, and I may be 'blind,' but I'm not an idiot" with that I held my hand out and waited for him to react when Fred popped up on my right.
"Harrikins, it's customary when making a pact to grasp forearms in a sign of respect." Beside him, George added, "Especially when it's this one, Bill still tells the story of how he unknowingly made a pact with her in school and how it ended up saving his ass in Egypt…"
"he'd been clearing a tomb when a rookie curse breaker ignored the warnings and opened an Access point to a labyrinth…"
"Out popped a crazed chimera that started attacking them when out of the dust appeared."
"A woman cursing up a storm as she walks over to the chimera."
"and grabs its tail before flinging it against the wall and muzzling it."
"After it was hogtied, she rounded on the rookie and, in multiple languages, asked if he was incapable of reading English as she pointed at a sign saying 'Don't Open Labyrinth Clearing In Progress' and the red tape on the ground."
"Bill said the guy pissed himself before she rounded on him."
"She tore off her face covering and started chewing him out for being a reckless foul and proceeded to chuck the chimera back into the doorway where it disappeared before closing it and replacing the tape."
"Then, still cussing out all the curse breakers, she dragged the rookie out by the ear with all of them following with their proverbial tails between their legs, and when they reached the outside, she dragged him over to the goblin managing the dig."
"And proceeded to throw him down at the goblins' feet before gesturing wildly, speaking in goblin tongue the whole time. Until they seemed to agree."
"She then proceeds to stalk towards Bill before hitting him upside the head and saying, 'You're lucky I was near that tunnel, you fools. I'd been tracking that chimera for days, and you almost let him get away.' She stalked back into the tomb, flipping him off as he tried to call after her." They both Snickered as their back-and-forth finally ended.
"If y'all are done, Fred, George, there's plenty of time to tell stories of your brother's misfortune," I smirked as they realized I could tell them apart before returning my focus to Harry, who looked amused. Raising my right hand again, he clasped my forearm with his left as a sudden flash of light blinded us. "Doc," I gasped, feeling the intensity of the Magic surging around us. As the darkness came crashing in, I used the strength not being stolen from me to keep us upright while trying to disengage our hands.
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Doc "Jasmine" pov
Hearing Callen, I rushed over while the guardians helped move the students who had been sitting near the two out of the way. It'd been some time since there'd been this much power being absorbed by a pact being made. It worried me as I took a closer look at the young boy and wondered how he was even alive at this point. To be this malnourished at his age was dangerous, and it was clear that his Magic had been working overtime for years. Casting diagnostic spells with a wave of my hand and seeing the drain to Cal's energy levels, it was clear that whatever protections Lady Potter had put on her son had been tampered with.
Cursing in Portuguese, briefly wondering if there'd ever be a simple case in my future, and calling for the resident healer. "Madame Pomphrey, we need to put up protective barriers around them now to ensure that no one else will become trapped by this siphon. Whatever protection Lady Potter put upon her son must have been from the Nox grimoire. We need to move them carefully without touching them." As she nodded and began her examination, I turned to my mate and longtime friend.
"Nik, Vina, be careful, but you must see if there's a way to separate their hands. The longer this continues, the greater the drain upon Callen's core. From what I can tell, someone diverted the protections using blood wards and then proceeded to put a block on Potter's magical core." they slowly moved closer, with Nikoletta carefully bending the residual light coming off it, slowly dimming its intensity. Divina had opened the pouch she kept on her tactical belt and, after nearly sticking her whole arm in the endless space, pulled out a pair of elemental gloves that she and Callen had forged so that they could work with elemental dust and weapons.
Handing the second pair to Nikki, they stepped forward, and each carefully grasped a hand, pausing to see how the Magic would react to their presence. "We should be able to move them, Jaz, without being too affected. I've seen something similar happen before when a bond was formed during an adoption ritual," Divina said, attempting to ease everyone's nerves.
Looking at Madame Pomphrey, we both knew that there wasn't much time to waste, "Fine, but the second the Magic lashes out, you both let go, or so help me. I'll add your name plack right next to Cal's in the Infirmary." With that, they both started gently pulling their hands off each other's forearms while Leska and Caterina prepared to grab one of my patients if either fell.
"Wait, Divina, what do you mean you've seen this during an adoption ritual?" pausing their attempt at the separation, Divina looked towards Director Bones, where she stood with her Aurours and the heads of the schools, "It happened in the cursed clans a few times; a child was rescued from a forsaken den while we 'gesturing between her and Callen' were visiting. The kid had been used as their source of entertainment. Truthfully, I still don't know how they were alive, let alone standing at that point. Regardless, one of the clan leaders offered the kid a chance at a fresh start, and after making the pact, they'd clasped forearms. There was this glow and residual backlash that threw us off our feet. The clan's medicine woman had said that…." whatever she was going to say was halted as Callen grasped Divina's hand with her left.
A stillness blanketed the hall as we watched Divina's head snap back, her eyes turning a dark red as she stiffened at the contact. Hearing footsteps racing from the left, I grabbed the girl, attempting to reach the 'reformed' forsaken. "Easy, little moon, she's okay," I murmured in her hair as she started hitting me, my heart slowly breaking as I remembered a time when I'd nearly lost Nik to an avalanche. "Divina knows what she's doing; just breathe and watch." feeling her relax, I let Luna turn so we could watch what was happening. "You know," knowing it wasn't a question but answering, "Nik often gets unintentional feedback from Cal and Vina's bond. We sensed a change in her aurora shortly before lunch but were waiting for her to tell us new bonds are sacred." slightly smiling at each other watched as the red slowly faded from Divina's eyes as Callen's hand left hers.
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Divina pov
Looking through Callen's eyes has always been a strange experience. Having my worldview change from an endless shade of red to grey was always somewhat jarring, at least until today. When my heart beat anew, I saw my soul take human form, and all the colors became visible. Focusing on what Cal was trying to show me and pailing at what was being shown, I knew we would have to change tactics. Looking at Potter, so many patches of dark grey to black graced parts of his form, with the darkest black centered around his scar as the Magic being siphoned traveled along his arm and split one path leading to his forehead and the other to his magical core.
A small white matter was fighting the black matter as it grew stronger with each wave of Magic encasing the darkness. Feeling my conscious being forced back, I slowly looked up, regaining my bearings. "Letta," I gasped, "let go and back away. We can't separate them yet; it will kill them both if we do." seeing her do so without hesitation, I placed my hands around the ones before me, securing them back to their original places. I slowly started to add my energy to Callen's. "Doc, get one of the reapers from the Bloodmoon clan here. Tell them to bring a vessel and pure crystals they'll know which, also that if they don't move like Moordu is after them, I'll show them what true fear is." with that last comment, I felt my eyes burn as my forsaken and primal worked as one.
Seeing my little moon standing next to Doc as she started barking orders, I knew that my days of acting recklessly without caring for my wellbeing were over. Managing a smile toward Luna and receiving one in return, I decided that a little shadow deserved a spotlight. "Nightshade, you better have access to that Gimore, or so help me, nothing will protect you from my anger!" smirking as the hall looked towards the upstart leaning against the wall near the Slytherin table. I knew it was worth facing the wrath of the council.
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Unknown pov
At this point, I was beginning to feel the headache forming behind my eyes as students were affected by the residual Magic present that the pair locked together had pouring off them. The guardians had worked to move the tables and benches, while others worked with the Aurors attempting to open the doors that had closed as Lady Hogwarts seemed to have put the room in lockdown. Many were sitting on the benches left scattered on the edges of the hall or sitting on the floor in groups, separated even now by house and school.
At this point, I'd had enough and left the Slytherin's cluster, deciding to move to the far corner, providing a direct line of sight to the current situation while remaining in the shadows. Looking towards the Ravenclaw cluster, I focused on the group dressed in powder blue and locked eyes with Zaria Fell sitting on the ground, bored and clearly wanting to go knock some sense into her cousin. Smirking at each other, I gestured between her cousin and my eyes, watching as she seemed to understand before leaning towards one of the Beauxbaton Flock and whispering in her ear. The blonde seemed to say something back before they faced the direction of the endless energy flow.
The rest of the flock seemed to hide them from view as I saw Zaria's eyes glow amethyst and knew she saw the same thing I had. Hoping that this wouldn't end badly as she seemed to snap out of the trance and fell back into the blonde's waiting arms while the brunette rubbed her eyes as if attempting to adjust to the changes in lighting, cursing the counsel for putting me in this situation, knowing that I couldn't help without violating my vow of silence. All I could do was watch as Diviana snapped out of her trance. After looking at Doc and a young silvery blonde girl, her gaze snapped to mine.
Along with the rest of the hall as she finished shouting. 'Fuck' was the only thing that crossed my mind. Before I pushed off the wall and slowly made my way over only to be halted by My Head of House.
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Snape Pov
For Merlin's sake, sometimes I wondered if the bloody dunderheads ever considered the consequences of placing so many hidden heirs in one school for a Merlin be damned tournament. Without bothering to inform any of the watchers of until the night before, fools. Moving quickly, I intercepted one of my more peculiar students, Isabelle Shade. She was a Fifth-year student who seemed to have little care for her lessons and yet continually scored in the upper percentile in every exam. It'd taken nearly two years before she decided to inform me of her status, causing the rest of that night to be spent drowning my frustration in the last bottle of Olgens that Minerva had given me.
Moving quickly, I blocked her path. "Miss Shade, I would find it to be in your best interest to change directions towards a group of students as if you were attempting to find a place to sit." watching as she seemed to consider my suggestion before she looked down and shook her head, "While I would normally agree with you, I can't professor," she whispered grimacing before looking up at me with a sense of sorrow that was reminiscent of Cathrines during our sixth year when everything changed. "And why is it that you're willing to expose yourself before the majority like an insolent foul? We both know you aren't wearing a red and gold tie." watching her square her shoulders. I knew that I'd misstepped; the icy response confirmed it, "My family owes the Ambassador a debt, oaths of silence be damned. If it weren't for her, my cousin would have spent a life in shackles, only seeing the light of day when they'd dragged her out to service whichever sick bastard forever paying for my uncle's foolish schemes. A life debt that she has not once acknowledged, even going so far as to deny my cousin's offer of servitude. Instead, Drake ensured she arrived home safely and stayed to ensure she was receiving proper care both physically and mentally." watching the hidden war in her eyes, I knew that from this point onward, the only thing I could do was provide damage control.
"So suck it…" "Very well…" we spoke at the same time, stunned. She replied, "What, wait, you won't stop me?" Her bewildered look almost made up for her original comment, Almost. "No, Miss Shade, I will not interfere with a life debt and will support you in front of the council of Dunderheads," I drawled, moving aside to let her pass. As she moved, "Thank you, Professor," I couldn't help but smirk as I called over my shoulder, "Detention tonight, Miss Shade," the responding "fuck" let us both know that she hadn't gotten away with that vulgar comment. Proceeding over to a group of Slytherin first years, who were being comforted by the Prefects, I hoped that the coming storm wouldn't fracture the tentative chance of peace.
No Pov
Many eyes watched the brief interaction between the dower Head of House and one of his snakes. A few quietly laughed at the loud curse as the girl sauntered over with predatory precision. Causing a few to move out of her way, unwilling to chance the ire of a girl who cussed out the Dungeon Bat and lived. As the Slytherin-clad young woman drew closer to the healers, she seemed to pause, assessing the reactions to her presence before turning to the one holding the two together under the strain of the unstable raw Magic. Many historians will later reflect on this moment, arguing whether it was the end of fabled Ancient feuds or merely the beginning.
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*The author peaks out from behind the page and slowly steps out of hiding*
heh...so a lot is happening here, and I need to keep some consistency in chapter length... cliffhanger, anyone?
They will be fine...Probably.
Also, if I write another smut scene, all participants will be no younger than 15 if they're all around the same age. If one partner is over 17, then it's not happening. Cause even I can't wrap my head around that when it comes to immortality. *Cough Edward Cough*