Bloodlines of the fallen -hunt for the sacred 28 (book 2)

by whiskey.dupreez8

This book continues the journey of Thaddeus and Elara, a brother and sister navigating the shifting dynamics of the wizarding world, particularly concerning pureblood families. Their struggle, which began in the shadows, has now emerged into the open. They hold the key to a peaceful wizarding world, but their path is fraught with sacrifices and challenges that lie ahead.

Bloodlines of the fallen : The hunt for the sacred 28

Chapter 1: The Camp

As the weeks passed since Thaddeus and Elara left Mowbray House, they found themselves camping near the Bridge of Dee. The gentle murmur of the river and the rustling leaves provided a tranquil backdrop to their mission. Their camp was a beacon of hope, a sign that others were fighting for themselves too, and that they were part of something much larger.

Their tent, though modest, was a testament to their resourcefulness. The past few years had been hard on them; their pureblood lineage had become a burden, cutting off their access to the family fortune,stolen or locked away in Gringotts .Despite this, they made do with what they had, their determination unwavering.

The tent's interior was simple yet enchanted. The walls were lined with a fabric that shimmered softly, reflecting the light of the enchanted lanterns hanging from the ceiling. A small, magically heated stove provided warmth, and a few well-worn but comfortable chairs were arranged around a wooden table. The table itself was charmed to expand or contract as needed, a practical touch for their limited space. A bookshelf, filled with essential texts and a few cherished novels, stood in one corner, its contents secured with a sticking charm to prevent them from toppling over.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the campsite, Thaddeus and Elara sat by the fire, deep in conversation.

"We need to find a way into the Ministry," Thaddeus said, his voice tinged with determination. "The rumors about its fall, or this so-called 'change for good,' are too conflicting. We need to know the truth."

Elara nodded, her eyes reflecting the flickering flames. "I agree. But how do we get inside without raising suspicion? The extremists have likely tightened security."

Thaddeus leaned back, gazing at the stars that began to twinkle in the twilight sky. "We need to be smart about this. Perhaps we can use the network of wizards we've been observing. The Bridge of Dee, being a Portkey, sees a lot of traffic. If we can identify someone with access, we might be able to persuade them to help us."

Elara sighed, running a hand through her hair. "It's risky, but it's our best shot. We can't let these extremists destroy everything our family has stood for."

As they spoke, the air around them shimmered with magic. Fireflies danced in the twilight, their glow adding a touch of enchantment to the scene. The river sparkled under the moonlight, and the trees whispered secrets in the wind.

Suddenly, a rustling noise caught their attention. A small, furry creature with a long snout and beady eyes emerged from the underbrush. It was a Niffler, drawn to the glint of their silverware.

"Hey, get back here!" Thaddeus exclaimed, as the Niffler grabbed a spoon and scurried off.

Elara laughed, watching the mischievous creature. "Looks like we have a visitor."

As they chased the Niffler around the camp, an idea sparked in Elara's mind. "Thaddeus, what if we used creatures like this as a diversion to get into the Ministry? They could create enough chaos to distract the guards."

Thaddeus paused, considering her suggestion. "It's brilliant. We could use the Nifflers to our advantage. And not just Nifflers—there are other magical creatures we could use. Imagine the confusion if a group of Bowtruckles or a swarm of Billywigs were to appear."

Elara's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes, we could create a real spectacle. The Ministry wouldn't know what hit them."

With renewed determination, they settled back by the fire, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. They were determined to protect their world from the shadows threatening to consume it, using every resource at their disposal.

Chapter 1:The heir of Newt

The next morning, they knew they needed help to make their plan work. They decided to seek out Rolf Scamander, the heir of Newt Scamander. His knowledge of magical creatures was unparalleled, and having him on their side could be the key to their success.

"How do we find him?" Thaddeus asked, packing up their camp.

Elara thought for a moment. "The Scions of Morgayne. They have connections everywhere. If anyone can track him down, it's them."

They made their way to a hidden enclave where the Scions of Morgayne operated. The journey was perilous, involving a trek through dense forests and crossing treacherous terrain. At one point, they had to navigate a maze of enchanted thorns that seemed to move and shift, testing their magical skills and patience.

Finally, they reached the enclave, a secluded haven protected by powerful wards. They were greeted by a stern-looking witch who led them to a leader of the Scions.

"We need to find Rolf Scamander," Elara explained. "It's crucial for our mission."

The leader, an elderly wizard with piercing blue eyes, nodded thoughtfully. "Rolf is a difficult man to track, but we have our ways. It will take time, but we will find him."

Days later, they received word that Rolf had been located in a remote part of the Scottish Highlands, studying a breed of Thistlefluff is a small, enchanting creature that resembles a cross between a bunny and a plant. It has soft, mossy fur that changes color with the seasons, blending seamlessly into its surroundings. In spring and summer, its fur is a vibrant green, dotted with tiny, colorful flowers that bloom and release a sweet, calming fragrance. In autumn, the fur turns a rich, earthy brown with golden highlights, and in winter, it becomes a frosty white, mimicking the snow-covered landscape.The journey to reach him was arduous and nerve wrecking to final trek through rugged terrain.

When they finally found Rolf, he was in the midst of observing a young Thistlefluff hatchling. He looked up, shocked and a little scared to see them.

"Thaddeus, Elara, what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly. "You know the Ministry has been pressuring me to work with lesser beasts because of my bloodline. If they find out I'm helping you, I could be in serious trouble."

"We need your help, Rolf," Thaddeus said earnestly. "We have a plan to use magical creatures to create a diversion and get into the Ministry. We can't do it without you."

Rolf hesitated, clearly torn. "I don't know… The Ministry is watching me closely. If they catch wind of this, it could be disastrous."

Elara stepped forward, her eyes pleading. "Rolf, please. We need someone with your expertise. The future of our world depends on it."

After a lengthy discussion, Rolf finally sighed and nodded. "Alright, I'll help you. But we need to be extremely careful."

He handed them an old, brown leather suitcase with Muggle-Worthy switches to hide the contents from Muggles. "Follow me to my campsite," he said, leading them through the forest.

Rolf's campsite was a marvel of magical ingenuity. It was nestled in a hidden glade, protected by powerful wards. The tent was larger on the inside, filled with various magical creatures in enchanted habitats. Shelves lined with jars of rare ingredients and books on magical zoology covered the walls. A large worktable in the center was cluttered with notes and sketches of creatures.

Rolf placed the suitcase on the table and opened it. "Climb in," he instructed, stepping inside the suitcase. Thaddeus and Elara exchanged glances before following him.

Inside, they found a vast, enchanted space filled with even more magical creatures and research materials. It was like stepping into a zoo, with habitats for various creatures meticulously arranged. As Thaddeus climbed down, he noticed a photo of a woman on the inside of the suitcase lid, with the name "Newt Scamander" inscribed below it. Realizing it was the suitcase owned by the famous zoologist, he felt a sense of awe.

Rolf showed them around, pointing out different creatures. "These are Bowtruckles," he said, indicating a group of small, twig-like beings. "They're excellent at hiding and could be useful for our plan. Over here, we have a few Billywigs. Their stings cause levitation, which could create quite a distraction."

As they continued the tour, Rolf's expression grew serious. "The extremists have started plans to get rid of certain magical creatures, claiming they could influence the magical world in a negative way. It's a dangerous precedent."

Elara noticed a wedding ring on Rolf's finger and asked softly, "How's Luna?"

Rolf's face clouded with worry. "I'd rather not talk about her right now. Mentioning her could make her a target, and I can't risk that."

After the tour, Rolf took out maps and books, spreading them across the worktable. "These are the locations where we can find the creatures we need," he explained. "With careful planning, we can gather them and execute our plan."

With a renewed sense of purpose, Thaddeus and Elara felt ready to face the challenges ahead. They knew that with Rolf's help, they had a fighting chance to uncover the truth and protect their world from the looming threat.

Chapter 2: The Creatures of the Magical World

The next morning at dawn, Thaddeus, Elara, and Rolf set off on their journey. There were three key locations they needed to visit, starting with the Lost Gardens of Heligan in western England. Rolf explained that Bowtruckles, small stick-like creatures, were known to inhabit these gardens, staying out of sight of Muggles. Newt Scamander had relocated a few Bowtruckles there years ago to keep them safe and allow them to multiply in peace.

"Finding them might be a bit of a challenge," Rolf said, "but Newt wrote down a peculiar way to call them. It involves a specific whistle and offering them woodlice."

Thaddeus raised an eyebrow. "A whistle and woodlice? Sounds like a fun challenge."

Rolf chuckled. "You'll see. It's quite an experience."

To avoid detection by the Purity Division, the extremist group acting as the Ministry's special police, Thaddeus and Elara traveled inside Rolf's enchanted suitcase. The Purity Division was notorious for their aggressive tactics, often invading homes and businesses in their hunt for purebloods, sometimes harming half-bloods and Muggle-borns in the process.

Upon arriving at the Lost Gardens, Rolf led them to a secluded area. He demonstrated the whistle, a series of high-pitched notes, and scattered woodlice on the ground. After a few moments, the Bowtruckles began to emerge, their twig-like bodies blending seamlessly with the surrounding foliage.

"Hello, little friends," Rolf said softly. "We need your help to create a diversion at the Ministry."

The Bowtruckles seemed to understand, nodding their tiny heads. Rolf negotiated with them, promising they would be safe and could return to their peaceful lives after the mission.

Next, they needed to catch Nifflers. According to Newt's notes, Nifflers burrowed deep underground and were attracted to shiny objects. They set traps with silverware in various locations marked on their maps. Catching the Nifflers proved to be a comical ordeal, with the mischievous creatures constantly evading capture.

"Gotcha!" Thaddeus exclaimed, diving to grab a Niffler that had just snatched a spoon.

Elara laughed, holding up a teapot lid. "This one has a real knack for finding the shiniest things."

After three days of chaos, they finally managed to catch twenty Nifflers. They discussed the safety of the creatures, agreeing that the Bowtruckles would help create confusion and then disappear into the shadows. The Nifflers, however, required the assistance of a goblin to control them.

"Goblins have used Nifflers to burrow for treasure for centuries," Rolf explained. "We'll need to find a goblin willing to help, at a price, of course."

The plan was to show the Nifflers a valuable item beforehand, place it within the Ministry, and then release the Nifflers to cause chaos as they searched for it. A goblin spell would then transport the Nifflers back to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, allowing them to keep whatever they had stolen, except for the one valuable piece, which would go to the goblin as payment.

Their final task was to catch Billywigs, tricky and potentially dangerous creatures. Billywig stings caused giddiness and levitation, but simple spells could prevent this. They needed to find a hive, capture it, and then use the queen to control the swarm.

"The queen's call can summon the entire hive," Rolf said. "We'll use a containment charm to keep her from calling too early."

Amidst all this planning, they realized they needed an inside person at the Ministry to locate the important documents and place the special artifact for the Nifflers to find. This person would also need to plant fake evidence to confuse the Ministry.

"We have one option," Thaddeus said. "We need to contact Hermione again."

Chapter 2: The Smartest Witch of the Age

Thaddeus knew the mission was risky, but contacting Hermione was crucial. He prepared himself with a vial of shimmering silver liquid labeled "Phantom's Mist," a potion they had taken from Snape's secret room. The potion disrupted any trace magic, making it impossible for anyone to lock onto their magical signatures. For the outside world, he would appear as an ordinary wizard, but to other wizards, he would look like a mirage, unrecognizable and untraceable. The downside was the potion's side effect—it made him nauseous, causing him to throw up from time to time until it was out of his system.

He arrived in London and made his way to the Ministry of Magic's entrance, hidden in a public toilet. The bustling city around him was a stark contrast to the serene countryside he had left behind. He waited in the shadows, watching witches and wizards enter through the enchanted stalls. His heart pounded as he scanned the crowd for Hermione. The potion was already making him feel queasy, but he pushed through the discomfort.

Finally, he spotted her. Hermione Granger, the smartest witch of their age, was making her way towards the entrance. Thaddeus took a deep breath, steadied himself, and moved swiftly. Like a flash, he brushed past her, slipping a small note into her hand. The note was enchanted to burst into flames once read, leaving no trace behind.

Hermione felt the note slip into her hand and glanced around, but Thaddeus had already disappeared into the crowd. She quickly read the note, which instructed her to meet at Dumbledore's old house in Mould-on-the-Wold within 24 hours. As soon as she finished reading, the note ignited and vanished in a puff of smoke.

Thaddeus, feeling the effects of the potion intensify, quickly found a secluded spot and Disapparated to Mould-on-the-Wold. The village, nestled in the Cotswolds, was known for its picturesque scenery and historical significance in the wizarding world. It was where Albus Dumbledore's family had lived before moving to Godric's Hollow.

He arrived at the edge of the village, taking in the charming cottages and rolling hills. The air was crisp, and the autumn leaves crunched under his feet as he made his way to Dumbledore's old house. The house stood at the end of a narrow lane, partially hidden by overgrown hedges. It was a modest, stone cottage with ivy creeping up its walls and a weathered wooden door.

As Thaddeus approached the house, he felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He barely made it to the side of the house before he vomited, the potion's side effects taking their toll. He wiped his mouth and took a few deep breaths, trying to steady himself.

"Thaddeus!" Elara's voice called out softly from the doorway. She hurried over to him, concern etched on her face. "Are you alright?"

He nodded weakly. "Just the potion. It's making me sick."

Elara put an arm around him and helped him inside. The interior was dimly lit, with dust motes dancing in the beams of sunlight that filtered through the small windows. The house had an air of abandonment, but there was also a sense of history and magic lingering in the air.

Thaddeus and Elara set up a small camp in the living room, lighting a fire in the hearth to ward off the chill. They couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence for the place where one of the greatest wizards of all time had spent his childhood. As they waited for Hermione, they reflected on the importance of their mission and the sacrifices they were all making.

Hours passed, and the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the room. Just as Thaddeus was beginning to worry, there was a soft knock on the door. Elara stood up and walked over, her heart pounding with anticipation. She opened the door to find Hermione standing there, her expression a mix of determination and concern.She stepped inside, and Elara closed the door behind her, the soft click echoing in the quiet room. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows on the walls, creating an atmosphere of both intimacy and urgency.

"Thank you for coming, Hermione," Elara said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hermione nodded, her eyes scanning the room before settling on Thaddeus, who was still recovering from the effects of the potion. "Of course. What's going on? Your note sounded urgent."

Elara took a deep breath and began to explain. "We need your help. The Purity Division is getting stronger, and we have a plan to disrupt their operations, but we can't do it without you. We're tired of relying on scraps of information. We need hard evidence on the Ministry's next move."

Hermione's eyes narrowed in thought. "What kind of evidence are you looking for?"

Thaddeus, still not in the best shape to communicate, gestured for Elara to continue. "We plan to use magical creatures to create a diversion at the Ministry. While the chaos unfolds, we'll enter and retrieve the information we need. But we need a goblin to control the Nifflers, ensuring they chase down a specific object as close to the vaults as possible. This is where we need you."

Hermione listened intently, her mind already working through the logistics. "I see. And you believe this will give you the evidence you need?"

Elara nodded. "Yes. We need to know the truth behind the Ministry's actions. The scraps of information we've been getting aren't enough."

Hermione reached into her bag and pulled out a small, enchanted quill. "This is a magical floating quill. It will copy any documents you find. I'll place the object for the Nifflers in the right spot. But you need to be patient and prepare. In the coming weeks, there's a political rally where We will be handing over the power to George Burroughs, the extremist leader."

Thaddeus, finding some strength, stood up. "What about Jaxor Ardent?"

Hermione's expression darkened. "Jaxor pulls all the strings. He's controlling Gerald with some kind of rare magic and potion. We've been trying to unmask the truth, but our agents keep disappearing. Jaxor has connections in other countries—two others, to be exact."

Elara leaned forward, her eyes wide. "Who are they?"

Hermione took a deep breath. "Aurelia Drakos and Mikhail Ivanov. Aurelia is a powerful dark witch from Greece. Her mother, a Muggle-born witch, was murdered by a pure-blood supremacist group when she was a child. This fueled her desire for revenge. Mikhail is a brilliant but morally ambiguous Muggle-born wizard from Russia. His parents were killed in a magical accident caused by a pure-blood wizard who faced no consequences. This drove him to believe the system is corrupt."

Thaddeus and Elara exchanged shocked glances. "We thought all three were men," Thaddeus said. "We never imagined one could be a witch, and a powerful one at that."

Hermione nodded. "This information changes everything. But it also makes your mission more dangerous. You're not alone, though. A friend of mine sent this for you." She handed them a large paper bag with a bowtie. "Open it when I'm gone."

She stood up, preparing to leave. "A goblin will find you within the next few weeks to discuss further plans and ready the Nifflers. He'll take the artifact to the Ministry when the time is right."

Elara and Thaddeus stood as well, gratitude and determination in their eyes. "Thank you, Hermione. We couldn't do this without you."

Hermione smiled softly. "Good luck. Stay safe." With that, she Disapparated, leaving them in the dimly lit room, the weight of their mission pressing down on them.

Chapter 2: A Brother and Sister's Love

The next two days, Thaddeus and Elara huddled up in the abandoned home, the silence between them heavy and oppressive. The house, once filled with the warmth of the Dumbledore family, now felt like a tomb, echoing with the ghosts of the past. Dust motes danced in the beams of moonlight that filtered through the grimy windows, and the only sounds were the creaking of the old wooden floors and the occasional rustle of leaves outside.

Both siblings were lost in their thoughts, grappling with the overwhelming reality of their situation. How had they become the center of this chaos? On their own, they struggled to find answers, feeling as though they were constantly relying on others for help. This made them feel weak, and perhaps that was why they sat in silence, each too scared to voice their fears and insecurities.

Every time they felt they had a handle on the situation, it seemed to slip through their fingers, growing more complex and daunting. Thaddeus finally looked at Elara, and she met his gaze. He saw the same overwhelming emotions reflected in her eyes. Without a word, he pulled her close, hugging her tightly.

"Lux in Tenebris," he whispered, the words from their family crest translating to "Light in Darkness."

Elara hugged him back, both of them with tears in their eyes. The bond between them was their anchor in these turbulent times.

Suddenly, they heard a knock, the sound of a bird's beak tapping against the door. Thaddeus stood up slowly and looked out the window. A beautiful owl with striking amber eyes and sleek, midnight-blue feathers stood on the windowsill, an envelope clutched in its talons. As soon as Thaddeus opened the window, the owl dropped the envelope and flew away, disappearing into the night.

Elara picked up the letter and opened it. Inside was a drawing of a Niffler, signaling them to link up with Rolf Scamander, the zoologist. As they read the letter, the picture began to move. The Niffler started running in circles and then suddenly stopped, lifting one front leg and pointing its nose in a specific direction.

"It's a magical makeshift compass," Elara realized.

Thaddeus quickly packed their belongings. They mounted their brooms and took off under the cover of darkness, following the direction indicated by the Niffler sketch. The night was cold, and the wind whipped against their faces as they flew. The rain began to fall, heavy and relentless, soaking them to the bone. They knew the dangers and tried to be as discreet as possible, flying behind dark clouds and through the downpour. The search parties rarely flew during such weather, giving them a slight advantage.

The journey was grueling. The rain made it difficult to see, and the wind threatened to knock them off course. Thaddeus glanced over at Elara, her determined expression illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning. They flew in silence, the only sounds the howling wind and the beating of their hearts.

After about three hours of following the Niffler's pointed nose, the image on the letter suddenly vanished. On the far side of a riverbank, they saw someone flashing a Lumos spell. As they got closer, they recognized Rolf standing within the thick brush of trees. They touched down and greeted him with smiles, relieved to be in each other's company.

"Where are we?" Thaddeus asked, his voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

Rolf's expression turned serious. "Listen, we're not on welcomed territory. Close to us is a goblin town, ironically named Goblin Town. The goblins settled here after their last rebellion against wizards. They moved to be further away from wizard towns and restrictions, using their own magical ways to get to Gringotts and back. We're going to meet a goblin named Ironclaw. Be alert—they're probably already listening and watching us."

The atmosphere was thick with tension. The darkness seemed to consume everything around them, and Thaddeus could swear he saw glimpses of eyes watching from the shadows. The flickering light from their wands cast eerie shadows, and the occasional rustle of leaves made them jumpy. They knew they were venturing into a place where trust was a rare commodity, and the stakes were higher than ever.

Elara shivered slightly. "How did you know about this place, Rolf?"

Rolf sighed. "I stumbled upon it by accident and had to buy my way out of trouble with a few enchanted plants and animals I had with me. But Ironclaw seems to have a reasonable relationship with Hermione. She got word to me that everything is in place, but we need to stay alert. You never know what might happen."

As they moved deeper into the forest, the sense of being watched grew stronger. The flickering light from their wands cast eerie shadows, They knew they were venturing into a place where trust was a rare commodity, and the stakes here were unknown.

Chapter 3: Trust is earned

The rain poured down relentlessly, soaking Thaddeus and Elara to the bone. They needed to get out of the downpour and find shelter. They noticed that Rolf was traveling light, likely wary that the goblins might demand more if he carried too much. It was clear he would be sharing their tent for the night.

They flew back across the river, searching for a secure spot. Once they found a suitable location, they set up their tent and began placing enchantments around the area for protection. Thaddeus cast a Protego Totalum spell, creating an invisible barrier that would repel any unwanted visitors. Elara followed with a Salvio Hexia charm, which would deflect any hexes or curses aimed at them. Finally, they both cast Muffliato, ensuring that any sounds from within the tent would be muffled and undetectable to those outside.

Despite the enchantments, Thaddeus slept uneasily. He knew the power of goblins—they were smart and cunning. Though he wasn't scared, he preferred to stay awake, ready to strike first if necessary. Elara, on the other hand, slept soundly. She was more of a reactionary person, always ready to respond to threats rather than anticipate them. Despite this, she was a skilled dueler, and together, they complemented each other perfectly. Thaddeus's vigilance balanced Elara's quick reflexes, each protecting the other's weaknesses.

Nothing happened that night, but Thaddeus sensed that the goblins were using some form of magic to keep track of their whereabouts. He could feel a faint, almost imperceptible hum in the air, a sign of the goblins' surveillance spells.

The next morning, the rain continued to fall heavily. When Thaddeus and Elara woke up, they noticed that Rolf was not in the tent. They cautiously grabbed their wands and quickly strategized on how to proceed.

"Let's move slowly and stay close to each other," Thaddeus whispered. "If anything feels off, we retreat immediately."

Elara nodded, her wand at the ready. They stepped outside, scanning the area. They spotted Rolf standing under his wand umbrella, speaking to a goblin. The goblin was fat and ugly, with a bulbous nose and beady eyes that gleamed with cunning. On his shoulder sat a tame Niffler, calm and relaxed, not attempting to run away.

Thaddeus and Elara approached cautiously, their wands still drawn. Rolf turned to them with a reassuring smile. "Thaddeus, Elara, this is Ironclaw," he said, gesturing to the goblin.

Ironclaw eyed them suspiciously. "So, these are the ones who need my help?" he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Yes," Thaddeus replied, trying to keep his tone neutral. "We need your expertise in controlling the Nifflers."

Ironclaw chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down their spines. "Controlling Nifflers is no easy task. They are clever creatures, easily distracted by shiny objects. But I can help, for a price."

Elara stepped forward. "What do you want in return?"

Ironclaw's eyes gleamed with greed. "I want a share of whatever the Nifflers find. And I want assurances that you won't betray me to the Ministry."

Thaddeus nodded. "Agreed. We have no intention of betraying you. We need this to succeed as much as you do."

Ironclaw seemed satisfied with the answer. "Very well. We will begin training the Nifflers immediately. They need to be conditioned to focus on a specific object, and that will take time."

Rolf interjected, "We also need to discuss the logistics of getting the Nifflers into the Ministry. We can't afford any mistakes."

The discussion continued, each word laced with tension. Trust was a rare commodity, and they all knew that any misstep could lead to disaster. But for now, they had to rely on each other, uneasy allies in a dangerous game.

As the discussion came to a close, Ironclaw suddenly became distraught. He looked up and called out, "You tricked me!" Before the goblin could Disapparate, Thaddeus and Elara grabbed hold of him, and in the confusion, they Disapparated with him by mistake. Thaddeus had reacted instinctively, and Elara followed suit, not knowing what was happening.

All of a sudden, they found themselves inside a goblin house. The underground dwelling was wealthy but scaled to goblin size. The ceilings were low, and the furniture was intricately carved from dark wood, adorned with precious metals and gemstones. The walls were lined with shelves filled with ancient tomes and and what looked like taxidermy goblins with the only thought it being some kind of memorial to ancestors , and a grand chandelier made of crystal and gold hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, golden light.

They barely had time to take in their surroundings before the goblin launched into a frenzy of spells and enchantments. Ironclaw struck first, sending a barrage of hexes their way. Thaddeus and Elara blocked the attacks, trying to negotiate as they defended themselves.

"Wait! We didn't trick you!" Thaddeus shouted, deflecting a curse with a flick of his wand.

"We're on your side!" Elara added, her voice strained as she cast a shield charm.

The room was filled with the sounds of spells clashing and the crackling of magical energy. The open office was cluttered with goblin-made artifacts, and the air was thick with tension. Finally, Ironclaw paused, panting heavily, and lowered his hand.

"Explain yourselves," he demanded, his eyes narrowing.

Thaddeus took a deep breath. "We saw two Ministry officials, but they were different. They had symbols on their clothing—those of Jaxor Ardent and his extremists."

Ironclaw's expression softened slightly. "I saw them too. That's why I thought you tricked me."

Elara shook her head. "We had nothing to do with this. Rolf is in trouble now."

Ironclaw considered their words, then nodded. "Wait here." He Disapparated, leaving Thaddeus and Elara in the eerie silence of the goblin's office.

Ironclaw reappeared at the campsite, using Phantom's Mist to cloak himself and sticking to the shadows. He saw the tent, still intact, and acknowledged that if the Purity Squad couldn't find it, Thaddeus and Elara were indeed skilled wizards. This earned them a measure of respect in his heart. He spotted Rolf, who was tending to one of his plants in a small bucket, a reaction born of his deep connection to nature.

"Ironclaw!" Rolf whispered, startled.

"Come with me," Ironclaw said, and they Disapparated back to the goblin's house.

When they returned, the room was filled with a tense silence. Ironclaw whispered, "You are being hunted, but here they will not find you. I committed to this because of the wealth promised to me, but my price has just gone up."

Thaddeus, Elara, and Rolf knew they were at Ironclaw's mercy. He now held all the cards. Thaddeus decided to stand by the truth, no matter the consequences.

"Our wealth is gone," Thaddeus admitted. "Our family's property was seized, our business within the wizarding world was closed down by force. We don't have what you seek."

Ironclaw looked at them thoughtfully. "I know the financial situation of the wizarding world is collapsing. The only reason I agreed to Hermione's deal is that if you succeed, the financial world can get back into balance. At the moment, we are losing a lot of wealth, with some of it disappearing due to the actions of half-bloods, Muggle-borns, and goblins alike. The only families whose finances seem secure are the original 28 pureblood families. They have some of the oldest and most difficult vaults in Gringotts, known only by a few. So, I know there is no wealth now, but there are objects in the magical world whose value increases in times like these. I am after such things."

Thaddeus and Elara exchanged a glance, both thinking about the coin—the magical coin they used as a Portkey to get to the Bridge of Dee. By using the coin at the bridge, it served as another Portkey, sending purebloods to a secure location. Thaddeus took out the coin.

Ironclaw's eyes widened with recognition. "Where did you get this?" he asked, struggling to keep his voice steady.

"So, you know about these coins?" Thaddeus replied, watching Ironclaw's reaction closely.

Ironclaw smiled evilly. "Yes, I do," he answered. "And that will be my price."

Thaddeus took out his wand, and the goblin stopped. "Here's the deal, Ironclaw. You finish this job for us and use this as the object for the Nifflers. You can keep it afterward."

Elara then asked, "What are you going to do with it? You can't access or use it. It's bound by powerful magic that only wizards can access."

Ironclaw responded in an evil yet powerful way, "In times like these, a coin of only five in existence would sell for incredible wealth or promise on the black market, putting me in a situation where I can reap the benefits of this coin."

Elara was disgusted by his answer but accepted that it was their only choice now. After their disturbing conversation, alarms went off. The sounds of screaming birds could be heard from outside. Ironclaw, with fear on his face, spoke to them in a soft voice, "It's time for you to get out of here. You have overstayed your welcome, and that triggered the goblin town alarm."

"How do we get out?" Rolf asked.

The goblin smirked and pointed at Thaddeus's rucksack. "You have a gift, right? The one Hermione sent."

Thaddeus ripped open the package and saw that it was an invisibility cloak. "But who…?" Elara and Thaddeus looked at each other, both saying softly, "Harry."

They got under the cloak and exited Ironclaw's house, moving through the underground passages. The goblin town was a marvel of engineering and wealth. The tunnels were well-lit with enchanted lanterns that cast a warm, golden glow, illuminating the path ahead. The walls were adorned with intricate carvings depicting ancient goblin legends and inlaid with precious metals and gemstones that sparkled in the light.

Everywhere they looked, there were signs of goblin craftsmanship—beautifully crafted tools with intricate designs, ornate jewelry that glimmered with enchantments, and piles of gold and silver coins stacked in alcoves. The air was filled with the faint hum of magic, a testament to the enchantments woven into the very fabric of the town.

They moved cautiously, avoiding the angry goblins who were now on high alert. The network of streets was complex, with narrow alleyways and hidden passages that twisted and turned in every direction. The cobblestone paths were worn smooth by centuries of use, and the air was thick with tension, the sound of their footsteps echoing ominously in the confined space.

As they navigated the labyrinthine streets, they passed by goblin homes and shops, each one a testament to the wealth and skill of their inhabitants. The homes were small but richly decorated, with plush furnishings and tapestries depicting scenes of goblin history and great battles. The windows were framed with wrought iron, and the doors were reinforced with intricate metalwork.

The shops were filled with treasures—rare magical artifacts that pulsed with hidden power, exquisite jewelry that glowed faintly, and glittering gemstones of every color imaginable. Display cases lined the walls, showcasing items that seemed to whisper of their magical properties. The scent of exotic spices and the faint metallic tang of gold filled the air.

As they moved deeper into the town, the streets became narrower and more winding. The oppressive atmosphere seemed to close in around them, and the occasional glimpse of a goblin's watchful eyes added to their unease. The tension was palpable, and every sound seemed amplified in the confined space.

Despite the danger, there was a certain beauty to the goblin town. The craftsmanship of the buildings and the treasures within spoke of a rich culture and a deep history. It was a place of contrasts—both menacing and magnificent, filled with both peril and wonder.Thaddeus, Elara, and Rolf held their breath, praying that the invisibility cloak would keep them hidden.

Finally, they found their way to the top and exited into the forest. The rain had stopped, but the air was still damp and heavy. They moved quickly, disappearing into the shadows of the trees. The forest was dense and dark, the perfect place to hide from their pursuers.

They continued to move cautiously, the tension still palpable. Every rustle of leaves and snap of a twig made their hearts race. They knew they couldn't let their guard down, not even for a moment.

As they made their way deeper into the forest, Thaddeus whispered, "We need to find a safe place to regroup and plan our next move."

Elara nodded. "Agreed. We can't afford any more surprises."

Rolf looked around, his eyes scanning the darkened forest. "There's a clearing up ahead.They moved toward the clearing, their senses on high alert. The forest was eerily quiet, and the only sounds were their own footsteps and the occasional call of a night bird. They knew they were still in danger, but for now, they had managed to escape the immediate threat.After they retrieved their camp belongings, the trio moved with practiced efficiency, each knowing their role. They had flown for about 2 hours ,staying low to the tree line to avoid detection. The dense canopy above provided a natural cover, the leaves rustling softly in the night breeze. The moonlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor.Thaddeus couldn't help but think about the coin and the deal they had made with Ironclaw. Even though he had handed over the coin, the memory of its weight lingered, a constant reminder of the bargain they had struck. He knew they had no choice, but he couldn't shake the feeling that they had just made a deal with the devil.

Chapter 4: A Moment of Peace

After fleeing the underground goblin town, Thaddeus, Elara, and Rolf had an awful night of sleep. They struggled to find rest, too scared that they might have been tracked. The next morning, everything felt different. The emotions were calmer, and the landscape was transformed into a serene summer beauty.

They found themselves in the heart of the Midlands, England. The open landscape was a tapestry of rolling hills, lush meadows dotted with wildflowers, and ancient oak trees standing tall against the clear blue sky. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers and the gentle hum of bees. A nearby brook babbled softly, adding to the tranquil atmosphere. Birds chirped melodiously from the treetops, and the occasional flutter of butterfly wings added to the idyllic scene.

After making some bacon and eggs with coffee and tea, they sat outside by the fire, finally relaxing after a very troublesome few days. The warmth of the sun and the peaceful surroundings provided a much-needed respite. The fire crackled softly, sending up occasional sparks that danced in the morning light. Suddenly, they heard a hard cracking noise echoing behind the tent. They turned to see none other than Ironclaw standing there with a grim look on his face. Beside him, the little Niffler was wide awake, looking excited but not making a move.

Ironclaw did not say anything to them. Instead, he whispered, producing an interesting noise from his mouth and a little homemade flute. The sound was a mix of high-pitched trills and low, resonant notes, almost like a bird's song. The Niffler was off, running through the camp with exceptional speed and accuracy. Thaddeus, Elara, and Rolf tried to figure out where it went, only to see it spring out of the ground at another place. The Niffler darted around, digging up small treasures, flipping over rocks, and even climbing up a tree to snatch a shiny object from a bird's nest. It then rushed back to Ironclaw at the call of the whistle.

When Thaddeus, Elara, and Rolf finally saw the Niffler standing still, they noticed it had only taken the forks, leaving the knives at the table. Rolf was amazed. "How is it even possible to control an animal like that?"

Ironclaw smirked. "It takes a mix of discipline, repetition, and magic. For twelve years, I've trained Forfurry with a combination of these elements. Discipline to follow commands, repetition to reinforce behavior, and magic to enhance his natural abilities. It's a delicate balance, but it works."

Ironclaw continued, "We only need a small amount of training. Forfurry, my pet Niffler, will lead the charge. He is the only one that will get there. The rest will follow for a while, but after a few spells and potions I mixed up," he said, showing a bag, "these potions and spells will give us a 15-minute window before they start disappearing back into the woods, leaving their treasures for me at a certain position I have worked out."

Rolf then took out a brown leather suitcase, climbed in, and invited everyone inside. The goblin responded, "Very good magic," in an impressed way.

Inside the suitcase, it was like a zoo in an office confinement. The space was filled with various magical creatures in well-maintained habitats. There were enchanted plants, bubbling potions, and intricate machinery. The goblin was impressed, for he too shared a love for taking care of animals, though he only cared for those that would benefit him.

At the end of all the wonderful things they saw, they passed a tent-like door into a magical back garden. It looked like acres of space but was way smaller than it appeared, defying physics. Everywhere, there were Nifflers kicking up the ground, running around, sleeping, and playing aggressively. With the whistle in his mouth and the strange sounds, Ironclaw called Forfurry. The Niffler jumped in, communicated, and started doing tricks like a dog, seeing who would follow. Out of the group, four followed Forfurry.

Ironclaw said, "Those are the leaders." After they caught them, he gave them a spell and the potion needed, reminding Rolf that to activate the spell, a final enchantment needs to be given, but that will only be done at the Ministry. When they finished with the leaders, the rest were only given a spell which would be activated. Ironclaw stated that the smell from the potion would make the rest follow, but it doesn't control them 100%, creating the chaos they needed.

After the magical part was introduced, Ironclaw asked for the coin. He raised his hands, casting a spell on it, making it hang in the air in the middle of the Niffler room like candy just out of reach of a small child. The coin seemed to shed a golden, smell-like substance, making the Nifflers go crazy to get to it. Ironclaw then stated, "In time, they will relax when they get used to it, but we have to give it a few hours. After that, I will take the coin, leave Forfurry with you, and make contact with Hermione. The rest will be up to you. I will then just reap my reward afterward."

After a few hours, the gold coin stopped shedding the substance, and the Nifflers calmed down. Thaddeus, Elara, and Rolf greeted the goblin and saw him Disapparate with the coin in hand. They did not fully trust the goblin, but they accepted that the feeling must have been mutual.

Now they waited. Three days passed, and during this time, they helped Rolf take care of the animals. They attended to different creatures and plants, each with its own unique needs. One day, Elara had a funny encounter with a magical plant called a Snargaluff. While trying to prune it, the plant suddenly wrapped its vines around her, tickling her mercilessly until she managed to free herself, much to the amusement of Thaddeus and Rolf.

On the third day, news came via an owl. The owl was a majestic creature with sleek, midnight-black feathers and piercing yellow eyes.

It dropped off a Howler, an envelope that folds into a mouthpiece through magic and then gives a message. The Howler was a deep crimson red, with jagged edges that seemed to pulse with a faint, ominous glow. As it landed, it emitted a low, rumbling growl, almost like a warning.

The envelope then began to transform, the paper crinkling and folding in on itself until it formed a mouthpiece. The mouthpiece had sharp, angular features, with lips that curled into a sneer and teeth that gleamed like polished ivory. It hovered in the air, its eyes—two slits of glowing red—narrowing as it scanned the room.

The Howler's voice was harsh and grating, like nails on a chalkboard, but with an underlying tone of cunning intelligence. It asked a question first to ensure the right reader was present. The voice echoed through the room, "My pet Niffler's name?"

Rolf answered, "Forfurry."

The mouthpiece's lips twisted into a satisfied smirk. "Yes!" it hissed, and then its tone shifted to one of urgency and command. "It is time to move. Things are in order. Tomorrow at 17:00 we strike! See you at Grimmauld Place, Number 12."

The Howler's voice grew louder and more intense with each word, filling the room with a sense of impending action. As it finished, the mouthpiece crumpled back into an envelope, which then burst into flames, leaving behind only a wisp of smoke and the lingering scent of burnt parchment.

Thaddeus, Elara, and Rolf moved swiftly around their campsite, their movements synchronized. Thaddeus carefully folded the enchanted tent, its fabric shimmering with protective spells, and tucked it into his backpack. Elara gathered their magical supplies, ensuring each potion vial was securely sealed and each spellbook was properly stowed. Rolf, ever the meticulous one, double-checked their brooms, making sure they were in perfect condition for the journey ahead.

The air was thick with the scent of fresh grass and the lingering warmth of their campfire. As they packed, a sense of urgency hung over them, mingling with the quiet promise of their mission. Thaddeus glanced at Elara, who gave him a reassuring nod, her eyes reflecting both determination and a hint of fear. Rolf's face was set in a mask of concentration, but his hands trembled slightly as he secured the last of their gear.

With everything packed, they mounted their brooms, the familiar hum of magic coursing through them. The sky above was a deep, velvety blue, dotted with stars that seemed to twinkle with anticipation. As they took off, the cool night air rushed past them, carrying with it the scent of adventure and the unknown.

A mix of promise and a little bit of fear filled their hearts as they soared into the night, the landscape below them a blur of shadows and moonlight. They set off on their mission.

Chapter 5 :A gathering of allies

That evening, Thaddeus, Elara, and Rolf arrived at Number 12, Grimmauld Place. They stood across the street, hidden behind a dense bush in the park, cloaked by the night's darkness. The air was crisp, and the distant sounds of the city were muffled by the thick foliage. Realizing there was no visible Number 12, they waited, alert for any sign, ready to Disapparate if needed.

Suddenly, they spotted a house-elf crossing the street. Kreacher, with his large, dark eyes fixed on them, approached without losing focus. His wrinkled skin, bat-like ears, and the perpetual scowl on his face gave him a sinister appearance, but his loyalty to the Black family was unwavering. When he reached them, he said in a raspy voice, "Kreacher will take masters inside. Grab Kreacher's hand." With a crack, they Disapparated into the house.

The kitchen of the Black family home was dimly lit, with ancient wooden cabinets and a large, scrubbed table in the center. Pots and pans hung from the ceiling, and the walls were adorned with dark, foreboding portraits of past family members. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and the faint aroma of cooking.

From the shadows, three figures emerged: Hermione, Neville, and the short, shifty shape of Ironclaw. Hermione's bushy hair was unmistakable, and her eyes were filled with determination. Neville looked more mature and confident than they remembered, while Ironclaw's sharp features and calculating gaze gave him an air of mystery.

"Hermione!" Thaddeus exclaimed, stepping forward to greet her. "It's good to see you."

Elara followed, giving Hermione a warm hug. "We've missed you," she said sincerely.

Rolf nodded in agreement, shaking Hermione's hand. "Good to see you, Hermione."

"Neville!" Elara then exclaimed, rushing forward to hug him. "So good to see you!"

Thaddeus joined in, shaking Neville's hand. "It's been a while," he said.

"Yes, it has," Neville replied with a smile. "And you've been busy. Hermione has discussed your daring plan with me. You'll need to be sharp tomorrow."

Rolf stepped forward, greeting Neville with a friendly nod and a handshake. "Good to see you, Neville."

Neville returned the gesture warmly. "Likewise, Rolf."

Turning to Ironclaw, Thaddeus, Elara, and Rolf greeted him respectfully. "Hello, Ironclaw," they said in unison, their tone polite but cautious.

"You must be starving," Hermione said, gesturing to the table. "Kreacher has prepared us some food."

The table was laden with a feast: roasted chicken, golden and crispy, mashed potatoes whipped to perfection, steamed vegetables glistening with butter, and a variety of pies and pastries that filled the room with a mouthwatering aroma. There were also bowls of fresh salad, crusty bread rolls, and pitchers of pumpkin juice and butterbeer.

"Let's sit down and enjoy the meal,Hermione suggested.

As they settled around the table, the conversation remained light, avoiding the mission ahead. The clinking of cutlery and the soft murmur of voices created a warm, comforting atmosphere. After a while, Hermione's expression grew serious. "If the rally is a success tomorrow and I am removed from power, things will escalate quickly."What do you mean you will be removed from power?" Thaddeus asked, confusion evident in his voice. As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized something must have happened to Kingsley Shacklebolt.

Hermione sighed, her expression a mix of frustration and sorrow. "I'm sorry, I should have known you wouldn't have heard any of this, with you guys traveling 'underground' to stay out of the Ministry's poisoned grasp. Kingsley was asked to step down. They made it seem like he was ready for retirement to the public, but that wasn't the case. It was because of his blood purity."

Thaddeus's eyes widened in shock. "Blood purity? But Kingsley is one of the most respected wizards of our time!"

Hermione nodded, her face grim. "Exactly. But the extremists within the Ministry used it against him. I was then voted in and I was appointed as his successor. I thought being in this position would allow me to use my influence to tip the balance back to normality. But with everything we've done, I'm running out of time."

Elara, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke up. "So, what do we do now? How can we help?"

Hermione looked at them both, determination shining in her eyes. "We need to expose the truth. We need to show the wizarding world what's really happening within the Ministry. And we need to do it before it's too late."

Thaddeus and Elara exchanged a glance, their resolve hardening. "We're with you, Hermione," Thaddeus said firmly. "Whatever it takes."

Neville nodded solemnly, his expression heavy with the weight of recent events. "I've already lost my job at Hogwarts," he began, his voice tinged with a mix of regret and determination. "The political climate has become too volatile, and my position there was no longer tenable."

He paused, glancing around the room at his friends, their faces reflecting a shared understanding of the sacrifices they were all making. "With the information we've received from Hermione and other agents within the Ministry, it's clear that the situation is dire. Many pureblood families have started to emigrate, seeking influence and safety in other wizarding countries. They're trying to escape the increasing hostility and find new places where they can rebuild their lives and maintain their traditions."

Elara leaned forward, her eyes filled with concern. "And your family, Neville? What have you decided?"

Neville sighed, a mixture of sadness and resolve in his eyes. "My family and I have made the same decision. We're leaving Britain for now, but it's not a decision we've taken lightly. We've found a place where we can stay under the radar, but I won't be idle. I will continue to fight for Hogwarts from abroad, using whatever means I have at my disposal."

Thaddeus nodded, his respect for Neville evident. "It must be difficult to leave your home, but your commitment to the cause is inspiring."

Neville managed a small smile. "Thank you, Thaddeus. It's not easy, but it's necessary. I believe in what we're fighting for, and I know that this is just a temporary measure. When the time is right, I will return. Hogwarts has always been my home, and I will do everything in my power to protect it."

Rolf, ever the strategist, asked, "Do you have a plan for how you'll continue your work from abroad?"

Neville nodded. "Yes, I've been in contact with several international allies. We're setting up a network to share information and coordinate our efforts. It's crucial that we stay connected and support each other, no matter where we are. The fight for Hogwarts and for the future of our world doesn't end at the borders of Britain."

Hermione placed a reassuring hand on Neville's shoulder. "We're all in this together, Neville. Your efforts from abroad will be invaluable, and we'll make sure to keep you informed and involved every step of the way."

The room fell silent for a moment,"Professor McGonagall, being a half-blood, will try to orchestrate a plan from her side," Hermione added, her voice filled with a mix of admiration and determination. "She mentioned to Neville that Hogwarts has never fallen to evil, though it came close in the past. She will fight for it and its students with every ounce of her strength."

Elara leaned in, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What kind of plan does she have in mind?"

Hermione took a deep breath, her expression serious. "McGonagall is leveraging her position as Headmistress to rally support from within the school and the broader wizarding community. She's been discreetly reaching out to trusted allies, both inside and outside of Hogwarts, to form a network of resistance. This includes former students, members of the Order of the Phoenix, and even some sympathetic Ministry officials."

Thaddeus nodded thoughtfully. "That sounds like a formidable alliance. But what about the students? How are they involved?"

"McGonagall believes in empowering the students," Hermione explained. "She's been encouraging them to stand up for what's right, to protect each other, and to be vigilant. She's also been subtly integrating lessons on resistance and resilience into the curriculum, preparing them for the challenges ahead without causing panic."

Neville chimed in, "She told me that Hogwarts has always been a beacon of hope and strength. Even during the darkest times, it stood firm. She's determined to ensure it remains a safe haven for all students, regardless of their blood status."

Rolf, ever the strategist, asked, "And what about the other staff members? Are they on board with her plan?"

Hermione nodded. "Most of them are. Professors like Flitwick, Sprout, and Hagrid are fully supportive. They've been working behind the scenes to fortify the school's defenses and to keep morale high among the students. Even some of the newer staff members have shown their loyalty to McGonagall's cause."

Elara smiled, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "It's reassuring to know that Hogwarts is in such capable hands. McGonagall's leadership will be crucial in the days to come."

"Indeed," Hermione agreed. "She's a formidable witch, and her dedication to Hogwarts and its students is unwavering. We must do everything we can to support her and ensure that the school remains a bastion of light in these dark times."

For now, Slytherin House has very few students left," Neville said, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and resignation. "Most have emigrated with their parents, seeking refuge in other countries where the political climate is less hostile. The once bustling common room and dormitories now echo with emptiness."

He paused, glancing around the table to gauge the reactions of his friends. "There are rumors that Slytherin might start accepting half-bloods," he continued, his tone dropping to a near whisper. "This goes against its sorting tradition for centuries, a tradition that has always prided itself on pureblood lineage."

Elara's eyes widened in surprise. "Accepting half-bloods? That would be a monumental shift for Slytherin. How are the remaining students reacting to this?"

Neville sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's a difficult grey zone between magic and politics. The pureblood families who remain are divided. Some see it as a necessary adaptation to survive in these changing times, while others view it as a betrayal of their heritage."

Thaddeus leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. "And what about the other houses? How are they responding to these rumors?"

Neville shrugged. "It's hard to say. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw have always been more inclusive, but even they are wary of the implications. If Slytherin starts accepting half-bloods, it could lead to a significant shift in the dynamics at Hogwarts. It's a delicate balance, and no one knows what the outcome will be."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully. "This could either bridge the gap between the houses or deepen the existing divides. The political ramifications are immense, and the Ministry's stance on this will be crucial."

Rolf added, "And we must be prepared for any backlash. Change is never easy, especially when it challenges long-held beliefs and traditions."

The room fell silent, each person lost in their own thoughts about the uncertain future.

If things go wrong, I will also have to disappear for a while," Hermione stated, her voice steady but tinged with a hint of apprehension. She paused, glancing around the room to ensure she had everyone's attention. "I have some powerful friends," she added with a knowing wink, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of confidence and secrecy.

Thaddeus leaned forward, curiosity piqued. "Powerful friends?" he echoed, his brow furrowing. "Who are they, Hermione?"

Hermione smiled enigmatically. "Let's just say they have connections in places we can only dream of. They've been working behind the scenes, gathering intelligence and preparing for any eventuality. If I need to go underground, they'll ensure I'm well-protected and still able to contribute to our cause."

Elara nodded, her expression serious. "It's good to know you have a safety net. We can't afford to lose you, Hermione."

Rolf asked, "And what about us? Do we have similar contingencies in place?"

Hermione's smile widened. "Of course. We've all been preparing for this. If things go south, we have safe houses and escape routes planned. And remember, we're not alone in this fight. There are many who believe in our cause and are ready to help at a moment's notice."

The room fell silent for a moment, the weight of Hermione's words sinking in. The reality of their situation was stark, but the knowledge that they had allies and plans in place provided a small measure of comfort.

Through all of this, Ironclaw sat quietly, not saying a word, listening to all the wizards had to say. He then spoke, his voice calm and measured, "I understand troubled times, and we goblins know first when the unforgiving times will occur. The finances are always the first to get hit, then the rest follows. It was the same with Voldemort, and the actions of Grindelwald were felt all around the world. That's how we know and prepare for these things. But this is your world and your war. I just came to collect on the opportunity that has arisen from these circumstances."

He paused, his gaze steady. "There is one thing I would like to ask. Hermione has already agreed and will take hers, but my home, Goblin Town, needs to be kept outside the knowledge of the wizarding world. Therefore, if you would take these small magical vials, called Oblivion Elixirs, it will let you forget about everything you saw and know about Goblin Town, except me, of course."

Ironclaw then added, "Rolf, yours is adjusted for you because you have a longer memory of Goblin Town. I wish for you to take it now, then I will be on my way."

After he had given them the vials, all three of them drank the potion. The goblin stood up, thanked Kreacher for the meal, and stated, "I have done my part, and tomorrow you must do yours. Maybe our paths will cross again. Goodbye to you all," and with that, he Disapparated.

After Ironclaw left, Hermione filled in the details of the plan to fit into Thaddeus and Elara's strategy. She spread out a detailed map on the table, its surface shimmering with magical potential. "You two will use the Invisibility Cloak to get as close as possible to the Ministry," she began. "Once you're in position, all the animals will be released from this secured location," she pointed to a spot on the map.

The map itself was enchanted, displaying the Ministry of Magic in intricate detail. Tiny, glowing dots moved across its surface, representing individuals within the building. "This map can pick up the magical signatures of five key figures within the Ministry," Hermione explained. "It's almost like they're tagged and shown on a magical GPS."

She pointed to the first dot. "Alice Nutter, Head of Magical Law Enforcement. She's a stern-looking witch with sharp features and piercing blue eyes. Avoid her at all costs."

Next, she indicated another dot. "Anna Göldi, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister. She has a severe expression, with dark hair pulled back into a tight bun and cold, calculating eyes."

"Then there's Jaxor Ardent," Hermione continued, her tone darkening. "He's the leader of the extremist group. Tall, with a commanding presence and a cruel smile. He's extremely dangerous."

"George Burroughs," she pointed to another dot, "is the voice of the extremists and Jaxor's puppet. He's a weaselly man with a nervous demeanor, always looking over his shoulder."

Finally, she pointed to the last dot. "Balthasar Bekker, the wizard in charge of the Purity Division. He's a large, imposing black wizard with a sense of madness in his eyes. He's known for his brutality."

Hermione then pointed out the location of the information they needed. "There are magical documents that need to be copied. Elara, do you still have the magical quill I gave you?"

Elara nodded. "Yes, we do."

Good," Hermione said, her eyes gleaming with determination. "You'll need it to copy the documents. Within the Department of Mysteries, there's a row of paintings that are unlike any you've ever seen. They're incredibly powerful and beautiful, each one a masterpiece depicting scenes of the natural world in the wizarding realm."

She paused, letting the gravity of her words sink in. "These paintings are enchanted, their images shifting and changing to reflect different moments in time. One week, you might see a depiction of the Forbidden Forest, with its towering, ancient trees and magical creatures like centaurs and unicorns roaming freely. The next, it could be a scene of the Great Lake at Hogwarts, with merpeople and the giant squid moving gracefully through the water."

Elara's eyes widened in awe. "That sounds incredible. But how do we find the right painting?"

Hermione nodded. "That's the tricky part. These paintings change weekly and serve as the doorway to the Vault of Secrets, or VOS. The VOS is a hidden chamber that contains some of the most guarded secrets of the wizarding world.

Hermione smiled. "I placed the coin in Jaxor's pocket. It was a daring move, but when he entered the Department of Mysteries through one of painting earlier in the week the coin was dislodged with a simple charm Ironclaw set to it."

"Most daring," Rolf replied, impressed. "But brilliant!"

Thaddeus leaned in, intrigued. "So, the Niffler will lead us to the right painting?"

"Exactly," Hermione confirmed. "Forfurry will sense the coin's magic and guide you to the correct painting. Once you're there, you'll need to use the magical quill to copy the documents. The VOC is protected by powerful enchantments, and only the correct painting will grant you access."

She pointed to a small flickering dot on the map. "This is Forfurry. He'll show you the way on the map, and you must follow him closely. The Department of Mysteries is a labyrinth, and it's easy to get lost down there. If you lose sight of Forfurry, the mission could be compromised."

Elara nodded, her expression serious. "We'll follow him. But what about the paintings themselves? Are they dangerous?"

Hermione shook her head. "Not inherently, but they are enchanted to protect the VOC. If you try to access the wrong painting, it could trigger defensive spells. That's why it's crucial to follow Forfurry and trust his instincts."

Rolf, ever the pragmatist, asked, "And once we have the documents?"

Hermione handed them a replica prophecy ball. "You'll need to replace the real prophecy ball with this fake one. It's a daring mission, but it's our best chance. You have 15 minutes of distraction with the animals. After that, the way out is on you. Lay low for a week or two afterwards. We'll meet up or make contact somehow."

After the meeting, they all greeted each other warmly. Thaddeus and Elara stayed at the Black family house, while the others left to get some rest and put the plan in motion.

As the house grew quiet, Thaddeus and Elara sat together, the weight of the upcoming mission heavy on their minds. "Do you think we're ready for this?" Elara asked softly.

Thaddeus took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We have to be. There's too much at stake."

They shared a moment of silent understanding, then slowly made their way to their rooms. As they lay in their beds, thoughts racing, they both eventually drifted off to sleep, their dreams filled with the uncertainties and hopes of the days to come.

Chapter 6: The Hunt for the 28

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over Whitehall in London, where the Ministry of Magic lay hidden beneath the bustling streets. The entrances in front of the grand building were filled with witches and wizards making their way through the visitors' entrance and the employee entrances, their faces a mix of curiosity and concern. The extremists, now wielding significant power within the Ministry, had called for a public rally. Thaddeus and Elara, hidden under Invisibility Cloaks, watched from a nearby rooftop, their hearts pounding with anticipation.

The "Arcane Ascendancy Ceremony" was starting to take shape, with witches and wizards still gathering and streaming in front of the Ministry to witness the spectacle of the transition of power. The crowd was clearly divided; not everyone was happy with what was going on. Some were furious about the financial implications of the restrictions put in place by the Ministry, others were upset about Hermione stepping down, believing she was the only hope. Whispers traveled through the wizarding world about the unlawful arrests of pureblood families and some of the more brutal actions taken by the Ministry. The people were confused about what was happening, making it ripe pickings for a new power wanting to take over.

Thaddeus turned to his younger sister, his voice low and urgent. "The extremists created this chaos under the banner of Shacklebolt and Hermione. They've grown into power by blaming what they've done on others, with Jaxor Ardent using his magical touch along the way."

Elara nodded, her eyes scanning the crowd below. "We need to be careful, Thad. Jaxor Ardent, George Burroughs, Balthasar Bekker, and Anna Göldi are all here. We must evade them at all costs."

As they looked through the wizards walking across the streets moving to the entrances, Muggles could be spotted in the distance, unaware of what was going on. All of this, as always, had been kept a secret and out of sight of the Muggles.

Thaddeus and Elara scanned the crowd and finally saw Rolf walk past them on the ground, giving them a slight wave of his wand to let them know he saw them. He was carrying his brown leather suitcase with him. When he got to the security checkpoint, the suitcase changed its magical status, and everything looked like books with fake working documents to enter with the suitcase. Thaddeus and Elara knew that was the signal.

"Let's move," Thaddeus whispered, his voice barely audible.

They made their way out of the building opposite the Ministry, using the stairs to descend. The interior of the building was dimly lit, with ornate wooden paneling and apartment doors lining the walls. The air was thick with the scent of polished wood. They checked their magical map, which showed all the dots with names of the wizards present. One wizard was missing within the Ministry—Balthasar Bekker, the head of the Purity Division.

Elara frowned, her brow furrowing. "It could be a mistake, but we need to be ready for anything. We can't afford to be caught off guard."

Thaddeus nodded, his expression serious. "Stay sharp. We need to be the first to strike if necessary."

They reached the bottom door and opened it, still under the cloak. As they stepped through, the door closed almost immediately behind them. A wizard dressed in the Purity Division's brown robes, with the extremist symbol on his upper left arm, stood inches away from Thaddeus' face. It was the first time Thaddeus had seen the symbol so close.

Elara's eyes widened, and she whispered urgently, "Thad, we need to move. Now."

At one stage, it almost looked like the guard was looking right at them. It was then that Thaddeus realized Rolf had released the Billywigs from his brown leather suitcase. The Billywigs, now swarming around the guard's face, created a scene of utter chaos. The tiny, blue-winged creatures buzzed frantically, their stingers causing the guard to float a few inches off the ground, his limbs flailing as he tried to swat them away.

Suddenly, the Billywigs were everywhere, darting through the air, stinging wizards and guards alike. The scene outside the Ministry turned into pandemonium. Wizards and witches stumbled around, some floating uncontrollably, others trying to cast spells to fend off the swarming creatures. The political rally scattered into disarray, with people shouting and running in all directions. One wizard, in his panic, accidentally cast a spell that sent a shower of sparks into the air, adding to the confusion. Another witch, her hair standing on end from a Billywig sting, floated helplessly above the crowd, her screams mingling with the shouts of others below.

Thaddeus and Elara made their way under the cloak to the visitors entrance which was telephone booths scattered around the grounds, navigating through the chaos. They had to dodge several floating wizards and duck under spells being cast haphazardly. As they reached the visitor entrance door, a guard suddenly appeared in front of them, trying to fend off the Billywigs with his wand. At that moment, they saw a Niffler grabbing the guard's wand and running off in a different direction.

Turning around, they saw Nifflers everywhere, their little paws grabbing wands and precious objects, tossing the wands aside as they moved to their next victim. The Nifflers caused a frenzy, with wizards chasing after them, trying to retrieve their stolen items. One Niffler even managed to snatch a golden pocket watch from a wizard's robe, causing the wizard to trip over his own feet in pursuit. Another Niffler was seen scampering away with a handful of Galleons, its eyes gleaming with mischief. A particularly bold Niffler climbed up a wizard's back, snatching a jeweled brooch from his cloak before darting away into the crowd.

With all this happening, Elara spoke to Thaddeus, looking him in the eyes, trying to get a response. He was struggling to focus, his eyes darting around the chaotic scene. She grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. "Thad, we need to go. Now."

"Sorry," he said, shaking his head to clear it. "Let's go."

They entered through the visitors' entrance, slipping inside amidst the chaos. Inside, the scene was no less chaotic. Wizards were using the Floo Network to get out, green flames roaring in the fireplaces as they disappeared. Papers flew everywhere, and wizards ran around frantically, searching for their wands. It was the perfect diversion.

Thaddeus and Elara moved swiftly under the cloak through the crowds of wizards. They spotted Bowtruckles locking and unlocking doors, stopping security for the time being. The Bowtruckles also unlocked private offices and areas marked "No Entry," setting off alarms. Through this, Thaddeus and Elara moved quickly, using their map to follow Forfurry, Ironclaw's pet Niffler. Forfurry moved expertly, darting through the chaos with practiced ease, his small form barely noticeable amidst the commotion.

The Bowtruckles' nimble fingers worked quickly, picking locks and disabling magical wards with ease. They moved through the labyrinthine corridors of the Ministry, passing through dimly lit hallways and grand, ornate chambers. The Bowtruckles had unlocked doors to various departments, including the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Alarms blared, and red lights flashed, adding to the confusion. One Bowtruckle, perched on a door handle, twisted it open with surprising strength, while another scurried up a wall to disable a security charm.

Finally, they reached the entrance to the Department of Mysteries. The door was slightly ajar, thanks to the Bowtruckles. Thaddeus and Elara slipped inside, their hearts pounding with anticipation. The corridors here were darker, lined with mysterious, ancient artifacts and echoing with the whispers of long-forgotten secrets. They moved silently, their eyes scanning for any sign of danger, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

They kept their eyes on the map, feeling a bit of relief under the cloak of invisibility. However, they realized that the 15-minute window had passed, and the animals and creatures had retreated to safety. As they moved, only one animal was still active—Forfurry, using pipes and air vents, occasionally slipping into the hallways and passing wizards without being seen.

Thaddeus and Elara followed Forfurry on the magical map, moving cautiously through the Ministry. The hallways were dimly lit, the flickering torches casting long, eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint hum of magical energy. They encountered several close calls, narrowly avoiding detection by patrolling guards and dodging spells cast by frantic wizards. At one point, they had to press themselves against a wall as a group of Aurors rushed past, their wands drawn and eyes scanning for intruders. The tension was palpable, each footstep echoing ominously in the silence.

As they continued, the hallways seemed to twist and turn in a labyrinthine fashion, the walls adorned with moving portraits of stern-looking witches and wizards. The portraits whispered amongst themselves, their eyes following Thaddeus and Elara as they passed. One particularly nosy portrait of a former Head of Magical Law Enforcement almost gave them away, but a quick Silencing Charm from Elara kept him quiet.

Finally, they reached an open room filled with magical portraits. The room was vast, with high ceilings and walls covered in paintings of various magical landscapes and historical events. One of these portraits was their entry point to the Vault of Secrets (VOC). As they scanned the portraits, they saw Forfurry the Niffler running into a woodland scene, heading straight for a coin lying on the forest floor. The Niffler disappeared into the portrait, confirming their path

Thaddeus and Elara looked at each other, took a deep breath, and stepped through the artwork. The transition was seamless, the canvas rippling like water as they passed through. The realism was incredible. They found themselves in a dense, dark forest, the air thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. The trees towered above them, their branches intertwining to form a canopy that blocked out most of the light. The ground was covered in a thick layer of leaves, and the sounds of rustling foliage and distant animal calls filled the air.

The forest was alive with magic. Glowing mushrooms dotted the forest floor, casting an eerie light. Strange, ethereal creatures flitted between the trees, their eyes glowing in the dim light. The path ahead was narrow and winding, leading deeper into the heart of the forest. The transition from the Ministry's sterile hallways to this vibrant, magical forest was disorienting, the contrast stark and surreal.

Thaddeus and Elara moved cautiously, their senses heightened by the unfamiliar in surroundings. They knew they had to find the Vault of Secrets, but the forest seemed to shift and change around them, making it difficult to keep their bearings. The trees whispered secrets in an ancient language, and the ground seemed to pulse with a life of its own. They pressed on, determined to uncover the secrets hidden within the Ministry.

"This has to be the Dark Forest," Elara explained, her voice a whisper. She remembered the scene in the painting vividly. "Our backs are to Hogwarts. This scene was created from the view of Hogwarts Castle."

Thaddeus turned around, expecting to see the familiar silhouette of the castle, but instead, there was only blackness. The area from which they had started had disappeared into an inky void. He raised his wand and cast, "Lumos Maxima!" The spell lit up the surroundings for a few seconds, revealing twisted trees and dense underbrush, but then everything plunged back into darkness.

"We should keep the light to a minimum and move faster," Thaddeus advised, his voice tense. "We don't want to draw attention."

Elara nodded and took the lead, hoping her memory would guide them. Thaddeus followed closely, his eyes darting around, watching their backs. Elara struggled to remember this area, trying to connect it to her school days when they had a class in this part of the forest.

"I remember Professor Hagrid showing us Bowtruckles here," she murmured, more to herself than to Thaddeus. "We learned how to handle them and what trees they preferred."

"Elara, keep your voice down," Thaddeus hissed, but it was too late. Both of them turned their heads sharply to the left as a figure moved in the shadows. Before they could fully react, Elara dived to the ground, and Thaddeus cast a spell, "Stupefy!" The spell was blocked, and the figure retaliated with a flash of green light.

"Protego!" Thaddeus shouted, deflecting the curse. The figure moved with surprising speed, casting spells that Thaddeus barely managed to block. Elara, under the Invisibility Cloak, repositioned herself and struck the figure with a well-aimed "Petrificus Totalus!" The figure fell, immobilized.

They approached cautiously and saw who it was—Balthasar Bekker. He was a large, imposing wizard with dark skin, his presence commanding and intimidating. He wore the brown robes of the Purity Division, the extremist symbol emblazoned on his upper left arm. His eyes were wide with shock, his body rigid from the spell. His features were sharp, with a strong jawline and piercing eyes that now stared blankly ahead.

"Bekker," Thaddeus muttered, his voice filled with dread. "Our plan could be compromised."

Before they could react further, two more figures emerged from the shadows, members of the Purity Division. They were clad in similar brown robes, their faces obscured by hoods. Thaddeus's heart raced as he realized they were outnumbered.

"Elara, get back!" Thaddeus shouted, raising his wand. The first attacker lunged at him, casting a curse that Thaddeus narrowly dodged. He retaliated with a swift "Expelliarmus!" disarming the attacker and sending him sprawling to the ground.

The second attacker was quicker, casting a series of hexes that Thaddeus deflected with a flick of his wand. "Stupefy!" he shouted, but the spell was blocked. The attacker advanced, their wand aimed directly at Thaddeus's heart.

Elara, still under the Invisibility Cloak, moved silently behind the second attacker. With precise timing, she cast "Petrificus Totalus!" The attacker froze, their body stiffening as they fell to the ground.

Thaddeus turned to face the first attacker, who was now back on his feet. With a determined look, Thaddeus cast "Incarcerous!" Ropes shot out from his wand, binding the attacker tightly. The struggle was brief, and soon both attackers were incapacitated.

Breathing heavily, Thaddeus looked at Elara, who had removed the Invisibility Cloak. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Elara nodded, her eyes still wide with adrenaline. "I'm fine. We need to move quickly."

They turned their attention back to Balthasar Bekker after they have hidden the two purity division guards out of sight, who remained immobilized. "We need to move Balthasar," Elara said urgently. They covered Balthasar Bekker with the Invisibility Cloak and used the spell "Mobilicorpus" to make him float, controlling his movements as they navigated to a more secure place.

As they moved through the dense underbrush, Thaddeus couldn't shake the feeling of impending danger. "We need to get the information and get the hell out of here ," he said, his voice grim. "This isn't over yet."

Elara nodded, her expression resolute. "We'll get through this, Thad. Together."

"We need to move him," Elara said urgently. They covered Bekker with the Invisibility Cloak and used the spell "Mobilicorpus" to make him float, controlling his movements as they navigated to a more secure place.

Thaddeus had the smart plan of tracking Balthasar's footsteps. They saw two paths: one leading from the direction where the painting started, the other into a thick brush. The dense foliage made it difficult to see far ahead, and the path was narrow and overgrown with thorny vines and brambles. The air was filled with the earthy scent of damp leaves and the occasional rustle of unseen creatures.

At first, they couldn't spot the little cottage hidden behind the thick brush. The path twisted and turned, leading them deeper into the undergrowth. The trees grew closer together, their gnarled branches intertwining overhead, casting eerie shadows on the ground. The light dimmed as they ventured further, the canopy above blocking out the sun.

Finally, they pushed through a particularly dense thicket and stumbled upon the old cottage. The small, abandoned structure was in a state of disrepair. Its roof was sagging, and ivy crept up the stone walls, giving it an almost haunted appearance. The windows were cracked and grimy, obscuring any view of the interior, and the wooden door hung slightly ajar, its paint peeling and faded. The air around it was thick with the scent of damp wood and decay, a testament to its long abandonment.

Elara shivered as she took in the sight. "This place gives me the creeps," she whispered, glancing at Thaddeus.

Thaddeus nodded, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily. "We need to be careful," he said, his voice low. "There could be more traps."

They approached the cottage cautiously, their wands at the ready. The ground beneath their feet was soft and uneven, covered in a layer of fallen leaves and moss. As they neared the door

they both meticulously checked for enchantments but found nothing. When Thaddeus tried to open the door, something on the knob rubbed off on him—a poison-like curse substance known as Mortis Venom. Almost immediately, Thaddeus felt a searing pain shoot through his hand. He gasped, his face contorting in agony as the venom spread rapidly through his veins.

"Thad!" Elara whispered urgently, her voice trembling with fear. She clamped one hand over his mouth to muffle his cries, her eyes wide with panic. "Stay with me, Thad. Just stay with me."

Thaddeus's breathing became ragged, his eyes glazing over as the venom took hold. Elara's heart pounded in her chest as she rummaged through their leather pouch, which they had taken from Snape's house many months ago. Her fingers trembled uncontrollably as she searched for the right vial.

"Hold on, Thad. Just hold on," she repeated, her voice barely a whisper. She could feel the seconds slipping away, each one a lifetime of fear and desperation.

Finally, she found the vial of Antivenom Elixir. With shaking hands, she uncorked it and quickly administered the potion to Thaddeus. His body convulsed as the elixir took effect, fighting the venom that coursed through his veins. Slowly, the pain began to subside, though his fingertips turned a navy blue-blackish color.

Thaddeus's breathing steadied, and he looked up at Elara, his eyes filled with gratitude and lingering pain. "That was close," he muttered, still wincing from the residual pain.

Elara nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. "Too close," she whispered, her voice breaking. "We need to be more careful. I can't lose you, Thad."

Thaddeus managed a weak smile, reaching out to squeeze her hand. "You won't," he said softly. "I promise."

Elara held his gaze, her heart aching with the weight of their perilous journey. "Let's get out of here," she said, helping him to his feet. "We have to keep moving."

Elara then used Balthasar's hand to open the door. She hid Balthasar a bit of a distance from the small cottage under leaves and cast a simple spell, "Disillusio," to conceal him. Taking the Invisibility Cloak with her, she entered the cottage with Thaddeus, who was holding his injured arm with his other hand, his wand at the ready.

Inside, they were astonished at the sight. The room was unlike anything they had ever seen. It was the Vault of Secrets, a hidden chamber within the Department of Ministries. The walls were lined with shelves filled with ancient tomes and scrolls, each one glowing faintly with enchantments. In the center of the room stood a large, ornate desk covered in scattered documents, as if someone had been trying to pack everything up in a hurry. The ceiling was high and arched, with intricate carvings depicting scenes of magical history.

Golden light filtered through stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the floor. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and ink, mingled with a faint, metallic tang of magic. A large, enchanted chandelier hung from the ceiling, its crystals shimmering with an otherworldly light.

Thaddeus and Elara exchanged a glance, their eyes wide with awe and trepidation. "This place is incredible," Elara whispered, her voice barely audible.

Thaddeus nodded, his gaze sweeping over the room. "We need to find those letters," he said, his voice steady despite the pain in his arm.

They began to search through the documents, their movements quick and efficient. Elara found a stack of letters tied with a black ribbon. She placed them on the desk and drew her wand. "Revelio," she whispered, casting a powerful revealing charm. The letters glowed briefly, but nothing appeared.

"Maybe they're protected by stronger magic," Thaddeus suggested, wincing as he moved closer. "Try a more powerful spell."

Elara nodded and took a deep breath. "Aparecium Maxima," she incanted, her wand emitting a bright light. This time, the letters shimmered and revealed hidden text, written in an elegant, flowing script.

"Got it," Elara said, her eyes scanning the newly visible words. She pulled out a quill and parchment, enchanted to copy whatever it touched. "Scribo," she commanded, and the quill began to transcribe the letters onto the parchment.

Thaddeus watched as the quill moved swiftly, copying the contents of the letters. "We need to be quick," he said, his voice tense. "We don't know how much time we have left".

Thaddeus, his eyes narrowing in concentration, scanned the dimly lit room. His gaze fell upon the prophecy ball nestled within the opened vault. The ball, a delicate spun-glass orb, shimmered with an ethereal glow. Inside, a swirling mist danced, casting eerie shadows on the vault's stone walls. The vault itself was lined with ancient runes and protective charms, a testament to the high security measures in place.

With a swift, practiced motion, Thaddeus reached into his coat and retrieved a nearly identical fake prophecy ball. He carefully swapped the real one with the fake, ensuring not to disturb the delicate balance of the vault's enchantments. The real prophecy ball, now safely in his possession, was gently placed into his magical leather backpack, which seemed to expand slightly to accommodate the precious artifact. Thaddeus took a deep breath, his heart pounding with the thrill of the successful heist

"It must have been Balthasar," Thaddeus speculated. "Sent by Jaxor or someone else. They must be waiting for him somewhere."

They began searching through the documents, letting their floating quill run through them as fast as they could. They found extremist documents detailing draconian rules and regulations on purebloods. Lists of names, surveillance reports, and decrees filled the pages. One document outlined the Pureblood Purge Act, which called for the systematic arrest and detainment of pureblood families. Another detailed the Bloodline Registry, a mandatory registration of all magical families, with severe penalties for non-compliance.

Among the papers, they also found a prophecy ball. Thaddeus carefully replaced it with a fake, ensuring it looked identical to the original. The last document they found had a heading that sent chills down their spines: Operation Shadowveil: The Sacred 28. It detailed a covert operation aimed at eliminating the remaining pureblood families who opposed the extremists.

"We need to copy all of this," Elara said, her voice urgent.

They meticulously copied every document, every map, and every scrap of parchment they could find, their fingers moving with a blend of urgency and precision. The room, filled with the scent of old paper and ink, seemed to hold its breath as they worked. Once they had everything, they cast a quick spell to close the door, the wood creaking softly as it sealed shut with a faint shimmer of magic.

With their hearts pounding, they slipped back under the cloak, its fabric cool and comforting against their skin. They retraced their steps, each footfall echoing in the silent corridor. The shadows seemed to stretch and twist around them, as if the castle itself was aware of their presence.

Reaching the painting, they paused for a moment, listening for any signs of pursuit. Hearing nothing but the distant drip of water and the soft rustle of the castle settling, they stepped through the frame. The world inside the painting was a swirl of colors and shapes, a stark contrast to the dimly lit hallway they had just left.

As they emerged on the other side, the familiar surroundings of the hidden passage greeted them. They could feel the weight of their discovery pressing down on them, a mix of exhilaration and fear. They exchanged a glance, their eyes reflecting the gravity of what they had uncovered, before hurrying away, the cloak billowing behind them like a shadow.

Thaddeus and Elara moved swiftly through the dimly lit corridors of the Ministry, their footsteps echoing off the marble floors. They were almost at the main square where the fireplaces stood, ready to whisk witches and wizards to their destinations. As they hurried, Jaxor's sharp eyes caught sight of a stack of magical propaganda posters that had fallen from the side of a grand statue. Triggered by the sight, he sent a spell flying in that direction, scattering the posters further.

"Stop them!" Jaxor bellowed, his voice reverberating through the hall. George Burroughs and Anna Göldi, along with their extremist followers, had been on edge all day due to the unusual activity. They turned just in time to see Thaddeus and Elara, who had been concealed under an invisibility cloak, stumble and slide out from beneath it.

"It's them! They're behind all the chaos!" Jaxor screamed, his face contorted with rage. He fired a spell, "Confringo!" but Thaddeus was quick to block it with a shield charm, "Protego!"

Elara lay unconscious, the previous spell having knocked her out cold. Thaddeus's heart pounded as he grabbed her arm and the cloak, dragging her behind a corner wall for protection. He cast a spell to extinguish all the lights in the hall, "Nox Totalis," plunging the area into complete darkness.

"Elara, wake up!" Thaddeus whispered urgently, shaking her gently. But she remained unresponsive. He could hear Jaxor and his group organizing, their footsteps growing closer. Desperation clawed at him, but he forced himself to stay calm. He rummaged through his vials and found one containing Umbral Tempest. It wouldn't be enough to escape, but it could buy them some time.

He threw the vial against the wall, and it shattered, releasing a dark cloud with thunderous roars. The distraction worked, giving Thaddeus a few precious seconds to move Elara further away. His mind raced, calculating their next move. He was headstrong, but the weight of protecting his sister bore heavily on him.

Sparks and cracks from magical strikes filled the air as Jaxor's group advanced. Thaddeus retaliated with spells of his own, "Stupefy! Expulso!" Each spell was uttered with a mix of determination and fear. He could feel the heat of the spells whizzing past him, the adrenaline heightening his senses.

In the darkness, Jaxor shot up a flare-like spell, "Lumos Maxima!" The hall was briefly illuminated, revealing the extent of the damage. Statues were shattered, walls were scorched, and debris littered the floor. Thaddeus quickly hit the flare with a counter-spell, "Obscuro!" plunging them back into darkness.

With the cloak over him, Thaddeus picked up Elara and ran towards one of the fireplaces. The green flames roared to life as they dove into it, vanishing just as Jaxor realized what had happened.

"They've escaped!" Jaxor snarled, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the green flames. "Send the Purity Division after them! They came here for something, but what?"

As Thaddeus and Elara disappeared into the unknown, Jaxor's mind raced with questions. The Ministry was in chaos, and the hunt was far from over.

Thaddeus and Elara emerged from the Floo Network, stumbling into the ruins of their once-grand family manor. It had been months since they last set foot here, and the sight that greeted them was both heartbreaking and awe-inspiring. Nature had begun to reclaim the land, with ivy and moss creeping over the crumbling walls, and wildflowers sprouting through the cracks in the stone. It was as if the earth itself was trying to erase the Blackthorn legacy.

The rain poured down in relentless sheets, soaking them to the bone. Thaddeus turned to Elara, his heart aching at the sight of her injuries. Her nose was badly broken, blood smeared around her mouth, and one eye was swollen shut. He gently guided her to a dry spot under a partially intact archway, rummaging through the vials in his satchel. Most were empty, but he found a few with remnants of healing potions.

"Hold still, Elara," he murmured, his voice thick with concern. He uncorked a vial of Essence of Dittany, its contents glowing faintly. Carefully, he applied it to her wounds, watching as the cuts began to close and the swelling reduced. Next, he found a small amount of Blood-Replenishing Potion and coaxed her to drink it, hoping it would be enough to stabilize her.

Elara's eyes fluttered open, confusion and fear evident in her gaze. "Thad… what happened?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

Thaddeus squeezed her hand reassuringly. "We were ambushed. But we're safe for now. We have to keep moving, Elara. They won't stop hunting us."

He pulled out the last vial of Phantom's Mist, a rare potion that would cloak their magical signatures. "Drink this," he instructed, sharing the potion with her. As they sat huddled together, the rain continued to pour, but Thaddeus used his wand to create a makeshift umbrella, offering them a bit more shelter.

"We need to find a place where the Purity Division can't track us," he said, his mind racing with possibilities. "I wish we still had the Portkey coin, but we had to give it up to Ironclaw to complete the mission."

Elara nodded, her strength slowly returning. "Where will we go?"

Thaddeus looked out at the ruins, a sense of bittersweet nostalgia washing over him. Despite the uncertainty of their future, sitting here in the remnants of their home, he felt a strange sense of safety. "We'll figure it out," he said softly. "For now, let's just rest. We'll find a way."

As they sat together, the rain a constant backdrop, the weight of their journey ahead loomed large. But in this moment, they had each other, and that was enough.