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CaskettFan5: Well, Fortuna is a bit more older, so in terms of pure maturity, she is more understanding of what happened, even though she was still mad about it. The part with death was important, make sure to keep it in mind ;). I'm glad you liked the interactions between the two Potters. Thanks for reviewing everytime, that helps a lot. Take care !
This small "holiday" arc won't be very long, and if you see some things or some characters that are acting strangely, don't worry, you'll understand with the next chapter. Both chapter (this one and the next) technically go together, but I separated them in two while writing the french version to leave some suspense. So, here it is !
08/08/1995, 14H12, Potter Manor, England:
Fortuna, comfortably settled in a plush armchair facing Hadrian's imposing desk, made a remark filled with satisfaction: "It seems we can finally take a break. I must admit, it feels good."
Indeed, calling the start of summer vacation an "eventful" period would be an understatement. Every resident of the manor had been rattled by the whirlwind of events that unfolded at a relentless pace.
The return of Hadrian and Alexander, who had narrowly escaped capture by the Dark Lord when he learned of the spy's true identity, sent shockwaves through the household. Meanwhile, Harry Potter, the young wizard now the owner of the Deathly Hallows, found his fate irrevocably tied to Death itself.
'Well, irrevocably…' Hadrian repeated internally, the word resonating in his mind like a judgement. The time traveller, still annoyed by the old man's reckless actions, couldn't shake off a sense of bitterness.
As for Fortuna, she continued her work as a bounty hunter, taking on the role of mentor to Hadrian's team members. Over time, deep bonds formed between them, far beyond a mere employer-employee relationship. They saw Hadrian not as an authoritative boss, but as an elder brother, a wise guide. And upon discovering the nature of his relationship with Fortuna, they naturally welcomed her into their familial circle.
For Fortuna, whose family had been murdered and who had been alone since childhood, these new bonds were a lifeline. With Harry as a "nephew," Hadrian's team as brothers and sisters, and Hadrian himself as her devoted lover, she had finally found a safe haven where she could thrive. What's more, she felt that this profound sense of belonging was shared by all the manor's residents.
They formed a true community, united by unbreakable bonds. Of course, at the core of this unity was a blood tie, however faint, that connected Hadrian to Harry. The young wizard, heir to a prestigious lineage, was now under the protection of his elder.
Hadrian, aware of the weighty responsibility on his shoulders, devoted much of his free time to guiding Harry, helping him master his growing powers and encouraging him to look beyond the dark shadows of war.
"What irony," he muttered bitterly to himself. He advocated for peace and harmony while being a master in the art of combat and war tactics. Without Fortuna, he might still be entrenched in darkness, hatching machiavellian plans. How could he serve as an example to follow? He had no idea.
"It was about time things calmed down," Hadrian replied, without moving his eyes from what he was doing. The blonde woman placed the book she was holding down and looked up at him, observing him with a certain scrutiny before speaking.
"How is Harry doing?" she asked, curious about the young Gryffindor's progress. After all, although she no longer handled his training, it didn't stop her from wanting to spar with him from time to time.
"He's recovering slowly. He trains diligently in Occlumency every night while striving to limit his use of this corrupted magic as much as possible," Hadrian replied, briefly pausing his work to respond to the bounty hunter.
"Our main problem lies with his wand. We tried using another wand, even the one he previously owned, but to no avail. Only the Elder Wand seems to respond to his spells," he explained.
He insisted that Fortuna be aware of Harry's situation and the deadly artefacts he possessed. The news had deeply worried her, but he preferred she be informed rather than kept in the dark.
"The problem with this wand," Hadrian continued, "is that it acts independently. If it senses that Harry is in danger, it retaliates, and not with a simple disarming spell, if you get what I mean…"
Fortuna nodded grimly, having already witnessed the lethal spells the young man was capable of mastering. She had to admit that, in the past, in her thirst for power, she would have been drawn to such artefacts. But Hadrian's influence had undeniably changed her perspective—for the better.
Silence fell, each lost in their own thoughts, before Fortuna spoke again. "What's your plan?" she asked.
He looked at her, puzzled for a moment, before understanding the hint. "You mean to free him from Death's hold?" he asked.
The bounty hunter nodded, anxious about the answer her lover was about to give. Ordinarily, when they talk about the time traveller's plan, he displays a confident smile. But this time, he lowered his gaze, his eyes vacant.
"Death is an entity with its own will. Because of…certain actions I've committed, it harbours a fierce hatred toward me. In truth, it would be more accurate to say it wants nothing more than to destroy me," he confessed, a cold laugh escaping his lips. The young woman shuddered at the tone her lover had used.
Fortuna didn't press him for the reasons behind this personal grudge held by a cosmic entity, as close to a deity as it might be. She simply listened attentively.
"If we can't find another solution, I'll offer her a deal. My soul in exchange for Harry's," he declared abruptly, lifting his eyes to meet Fortuna's.
She remained frozen, struggling to grasp the weight of his words. She would be lying if she said she was surprised. Everything seemed to lead to this outcome. Nonetheless, she refused to resign herself to this possibility. Who could accept that the person they loved was going to die?
She stood up and walked around the desk, forcing Hadrian to leave his chair.
"Fortuna…" he began, but she silenced him with a gesture. "Quiet. Don't 'Fortuna' me," she growled, gripping his shirt. "Let me be clear: you will live. So find another solution. I don't care what it takes, but I refuse for us to die."
Hadrian stopped, surprised by the firmness of her words. "What do you mean, 'for us to'? You wouldn't… No, you wouldn't do that?" he exclaimed, finally understanding what she was implying.
"I would, so find a better solution," she replied coldly.
Hadrian's gaze softened. The thought of losing Fortuna made him realise the depth of his love. She didn't want to see him die, just as he wanted to see her live for as long as possible.
"I'll find one, I promise you. Harry will live, we will live… Everything will work out," he reassured her. She scrutinised him, searching for any hint of falsehood, before relaxing, convinced of his sincerity.
Without giving him time to sit, she took him in her arms and kissed him, their lips intertwining in a passionate embrace before they pulled apart to catch their breath.
"Thank you, Fortuna," he murmured. She nodded, satisfied he understood, and returned to her chair, picking up her book as if nothing had happened.
'That woman…' sighed Hadrian, unable to hide the happiness she brought him. He had finally opened his heart again. Perhaps he would regret it someday. But for now, the joy he felt in every interaction with the electric elemental overshadowed everything else.
He sat down as well and returned to his thoughts. After all, even if things had calmed down lately, that didn't mean this time of peace would last long. Voldemort was cornered, Harry's time was limited with Damocles' sword hanging over him, and his own body was beginning to tire from repeated wounds and battles.
'So, all that remains is to see this final enterprise through. Once this is done, I'll be free from all constraints,' thought the Lord, delicately placing the list that had guided his actions over the years on his desk.
- Let Voldy reform his body, then kill him.
- Deal with Fudge and the other pink bitch.
- Track down Siena, Alexei, Sethom, and all future dark lords.
Slowly but surely, he perceived the dawn of a new era. He would face Voldemort's army alongside Harry, while Fudge and his insufferable subordinate would be forced to publicly acknowledge the Dark Lord's return.
As for the shadowy organisations born from the war, most had been scattered or annihilated. Others would arise, but by then, there would be enough people to replace him.
He knew he couldn't eradicate evil forever, but establishing a lasting peace would already be a considerable victory. A victory he intended to savour.
'Once this is all over, I'll erase every trace of the Horcruxes' existence,' he decided gravely. He trusted Sirius, Fortuna, and the others who knew, but he would take no chances this time. After all, he had once trusted Ron, and the consequences had been disastrous. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
"You haven't heard from Remus?" Hadrian suddenly asked, his voice tinged with worry.
Fortuna, not looking up from her book, shook her head. "Unfortunately, no. He kept us regularly informed of his progress, but it's been a while since we last heard from him."
The time traveller's worry grew with each passing second. He knew Remus' habits well and knew that such silences weren't entirely out of character. However, a nagging feeling plagued him, especially since the werewolf's last reconnaissance mission in Ukraine, in that park that had nearly cost them all their lives.
"Where exactly did you send him?" he asked, his voice firmer this time, realising he hadn't been informed of the mission's details.
Fortuna closed her eyes, searching for the right words to explain without offending him. "One day when I wasn't feeling well, I consulted Ophelia Greengrass. She directed me to your office, and out of curiosity… I looked around. I found this list," she indicated, showing him the paper. Hadrian's eyebrow rose in surprise.
"It's thanks to this information that I was able to find you. I was also closely following Sethom. As for Remus, as far as I know, he is still out to search for the other witch, Siena."
The time traveller nodded in understanding. "I see. Of all the people I was tracking, she was the only one who completely eluded me. It's as if... since our last encounter, she's vanished into thin air," he admitted, barely stopping himself from revealing his greatest secret. He had almost exposed his time-travelling!
"At first, he faced the same difficulties. But according to his latest updates, he seemed to have found an interesting lead. I don't know what he's done since then," she confessed, gently tucking her long golden hair behind her ears.
Hadrian admitted he had no idea what might have happened to the werewolf. Yet his intuition told him that the situation was far more serious than he had thought. 'If Siena is as powerful now as she was back then, he's likely in grave danger...' he sighed inwardly.
This was precisely why he hadn't disclosed the existence of these targets to his allies. He understood the risks inherent to these missions. These sorcerers and witches had become Dark Lords and Ladies in his time.
He took a moment to think, then drew his wand and pointed it toward the desk.
Four cracks immediately echoed in the room. In front of Hadrian and beside Fortuna, members of the DWT appeared, all drenched in sweat. "Did training with Harry go well?" he asked.
"Yes, he's made tremendous progress. That boy is truly impressive!" exclaimed Hery with pride. The Madagascan had grown fond of Harry and seemed to want to make him his successor. 'He's only a few years older, but he acts like he's in his forties,' Hadrian teased inwardly.
"I have a new mission for you. Take the afternoon to rest and take care of any personal matters. I want you to set out to find Remus Lupin," ordered the time traveller, pulling a photograph from his desk.
"Here's his portrait. He's a friend of the Potters, not an enemy. So treat him with respect if you find him."
Leo took the photo and showed it to his teammates. "If we find him, do we bring him straight back here?" asked the Frenchman with curiosity.
"Yes, but be careful. He's on a dangerous mission, so you may encounter formidable opponents. If you're in danger, use the necklace to contact me immediately, understand?"
Indeed, each team member was equipped with a necklace that allowed them to communicate with each other and with Hadrian, who could also track them in real time.
This would allow him to avoid reliving the troubles he had faced in Italy before his return to the past.
Elena, holding the photo in her hands, placed it in one of her pockets, and after a brief discussion with Fortuna, left the office accompanied by the rest of the team. Hadrian watched them leave, then closed the door behind them. He slowly sat down in his chair when a voice sounded in his ears.
"Boss!" called Masayuki through the necklace. "Young Astoria Greengrass is here! She says You-Know-Who is attacking them!"
The time traveller felt his heart race. He signalled Fortuna to stand and, without explaining the situation, asked her to prepare for battle.
Meanwhile, Hadrian placed his wand to his throat and activated the Sonorous spell: "To all residents of Potter Manor, gather immediately in the drawing room. The Greengrass family is under attack!"
08/08/1995, 14H05, Greengrass Manor, England:
"You should try to open a dialogue with him, you know? Ignoring him won't help you resolve your problems," suggested Astoria, gazing at herself in the mirror.
Daphne, sitting on her bed, sighed deeply. "I know, Astoria. Believe me, I've thought about it countless times. I even tried to write to him, but I can never find the right words."
"In that case, just tell him how you feel face-to-face. Don't overthink it. Set up a meeting and talk to him frankly," insisted the younger of the Greengrass sisters, turning to Daphne.
Astoria felt a deep compassion for Harry. She knew, having glimpsed into the mind of the Dark Lord, that their fates were intertwined and that terrible trials awaited him. She feared that further tensions would only add to the burdens he already bore.
"You can be really stubborn sometimes, Daph," she sighed, resuming the detangling of her hair.
Daphne shook her head, amused by her sister's comment. Finally, after a moment of reflection, she got up and approached Astoria, placing her hands on her shoulders.
"Since when did you get so wise?" she asked playfully. She hugged her sister, silently thanking her for her support, then headed toward the door.
'Who knows what could happen? She's right,' she admitted to herself. Everything could change in an instant. She had realised just how fragile life could be. One day, she was surrounded by her family, and the next, her sister was plunged into a deep sleep.
She didn't want to be an added burden for Harry. 'Making a Greengrass apologise... That boy has really driven me to madness…'
Suddenly, she felt the manor's protective wards tremble. 'This isn't good,' she thought, her heart racing.
Indeed, ever since the Nott curse and the battle that had shaken the manor, the protections, though reinforced, were still far from being as strong as they once were.
If an attack happened now, the consequences could be disastrous. Their assailants could penetrate the grounds without any barrier preventing them from doing so.
"Astoria!" Daphne shouted, abruptly interrupting the young girl in front of the mirror. "Go to the Potters immediately and warn them of our situation. We're under attack!"
The young girl, seized by terror, looked up at her older sister. She knew all too well that their chances of surviving an encounter with the Dark Lord were slim, if not nonexistent. "But, Daphne…" she tried to protest, her heart aching at the thought of leaving her family in these critical moments.
"Go, now!" Daphne insisted firmly, raising her wand and rushing toward the living room. Her parents were in danger; she had to help them.
Astoria stood frozen, unable to grasp the severity of the situation. Her mind, overwhelmed with emotion, struggled to process what was happening.
'I have to warn the Potters. Quickly!' she repeated to herself, finally managing to gather her thoughts. A tremor shook the manor, snapping her back to reality. She grasped her wand, her sole ally in this ordeal.
Leaving her room, she plunged into the hallways, her heart pounding wildly. Suddenly, an explosion echoed, shaking the manor.
"Daphne!" she exclaimed, before covering her mouth with her hands, muffling the cry. She had to remain silent; she was their only hope. If she was caught before reaching a fireplace, the Greengrass family would be lost.
"This way," growled a rough voice not far away. Panicked, she ducked into the nearest room, a narrow closet. It wasn't a perfect hiding spot, but she had no choice. Facing a Death Eater head-on would be a death sentence.
She tried to control her breathing, aware that any sound could be her death warrant. Footsteps echoed in the hallway, coming ever closer. Only one person, from what she could hear, but that brought her little comfort.
*CREAK*
The floorboard creaked just outside the door, and the footsteps stopped. Terror gripped her. She had been discovered. Her end was near.
The door handle rattled under someone's hand. She was about to die.
Then the door opened. Without hesitation, she looked up and saw a Death Eater, dressed in that same dark, menacing attire she had seen so often during her coma. The man, surprised by her presence, froze for an instant.
In a swift motion, she delivered a hard blow to his crotch, bringing him to his knees. Pointing her wand at the stunned man, she said in a trembling voice, "Stupefy!"
A beam of light shot from her wand, hitting the Death Eater square in the chest. He collapsed, unconscious. She had done it! She wasn't dead!
But there was no time to savour her victory. She had to escape. Other Death Eaters would soon find her. With the noise she had made, she'd be surprised if more weren't already running in her direction.
Fueled by adrenaline, she raced through the corridors, desperately praying to find a fireplace.
"Please, Daphne, Mom, Dad… hold on!" she murmured, her heart heavy.
08/08/1995, 14H10, Greengrass Manor, England:
Daphne quickly reached the living room, injuring one of Voldemort's men severely and knocking out a second as she passed.
"Mom! Dad! Are you safe?" she shouted, hidden behind a sofa. Spells were flying in every direction, filling her with an ever-growing dread for her family's safety.
She immediately understood that this was a meticulously planned attack. Nothing was left to luck. She recalled a conversation between Hadrian Potter and her father about recent Death Eater attacks. Normally, these were disorganised and driven by sheer destruction. Coordination wasn't typically Voldemort's style.
Yet this time, every one of the Dark Lord's followers seemed to hold a strategic position within a structured group. She didn't doubt for a second that this was a flawless organisation.
"We're fine!" her father replied, hiding behind a table. The living room fireplace had been destroyed, and new wards had been set up to prevent any attempts to apparate. Until Astoria found a way to contact the Potters, they'd be forced to fight.
A new squad of four dark wizards burst into the devastated living room. Daphne watched with growing concern as her father rose to confront them, summoning walls of vines and tentacles that pierced his opponents as he dodged their attacks with agility.
'He's exhausting himself too quickly!' Daphne worried, deciding to come out of hiding to help her father. Ophelia, seeing her daughter step into the open, joined her, and the family launched into a fierce battle. They took turns, each covering for the others when one of them began to tire. For a peaceful family, they fought ferociously, managing to overcome several of their opponents despite being outnumbered.
The trio held strong, buying precious minutes. Unfortunately, their resistance was shattered by the arrival of an enemy against whom they were powerless. "Voldemort!" Alexander shouted in fury, recalling the tortures the Dark Lord had inflicted upon him.
"Alexander, my dear friend, what a pleasure to see you again. But I think we should continue our conversation in a quieter place, don't you agree?"
With a swift movement, he disarmed all three of them and bound them with steel cords. Daphne felt metal needles tearing into her skin as she struggled desperately.
A heavy silence fell over the room. "Where is young Astoria?" Voldemort asked, noticing the youngest daughter's absence.
"She's already with the Potters, safe. They should arrive any minute now," Daphne replied, glaring at the dark wizard with hatred. She knew she was taking a big risk, but if she could instil even a little fear in the Dark Lord's heart, maybe…
"Crucio!" Voldemort roared, hitting the young woman with a torture curse.
Daphne let out a heart-wrenching scream under the unbearable pain. Every inch of her body felt as if it were being consumed by flames. She begged inwardly for the agony to end.
"Stop!" Alexander exclaimed, halting Voldemort in his tracks. The Dark Lord looked up at him, a cruel smile on his lips.
"You're right. I'll kill her later. For now, it's you I need to dispose of," he declared in a cavernous voice. Ophelia, heart heavy, tried to crawl toward her husband. But deep down, she knew her efforts would be in vain.
'Is this the end?' Daphne wondered, lying on the floor, her body still convulsing from the curse's effects. A tear slipped down her cheek, carrying with it her regrets. 'Harry... I'm so sorry. I love you,' she thought, despair overtaking her.
"Don't close your eyes so soon; the show's just beginning!" Voldemort exclaimed, his voice ringing through the room. Daphne snapped her eyes open to see her father being pulled roughly and bound to a chair.
"You revealed many secrets about me and my plans to the Potters. I think it's only fair that you do the same now, don't you think?" the Dark Lord sneered. Daphne could hear sinister laughter coming from the shadows, a reminder of the many Death Eaters surrounding her.
"I won't tell you anything!" Alexander shouted, prepared to face whatever horror awaited him. "Crucio!" Voldemort yelled. The Greengrass patriarch held vital information about Hadrian Potter and his family, and everyone knew it. But would he go to any length to protect the man's secrets?
What followed was unspeakable torture. Daphne watched helplessly as her father suffered through one torment after another. The Cruciatus Curse, Bone-Breaking Hexes, repeated blows... his body was brutalised, but his spirit remained unbroken.
Daphne no longer knew who was screaming louder—her father, wracked with pain; herself, begging the heavens to end this nightmare; or Voldemort, growing frustrated with his victim's resilience. She understood all too well that the Dark Lord was deliberately inflicting as much pain as possible. If he only wanted information, he could simply have used Legilimency.
"You really won't say anything? In that case, let's see if your wife and daughter are more inclined to cooperate."
Daphne felt strong arms lift her and place her onto a wooden chair, just like her father. Her mother suffered the same treatment, while Alexander pleaded with the Dark Lord not to touch them.
Voldemort examined them one by one, a manic smile on his lips. "Let's start with the daughter. I heard she was Harry Potter's girlfriend..."
He was interrupted by one of his men who hurried in and whispered something in his ear. Voldemort's face darkened immediately.
"Make them talk, whatever it takes. If you fail, bring them to me—I'll handle it myself!" he commanded, his voice booming, before disappearing as suddenly as he'd arrived. A woman approached a group of two men and handed them a parchment. "We need this information. Names, addresses, weaknesses, schedules… Do whatever it takes to make them talk."
The Death Eaters nodded and turned toward the captives, their eyes gleaming with cruelty. "Leave the girl to me, Macnair; I'll make her spill everything," one of them sneered as he approached Daphne menacingly.
She struggled desperately as the dark wizard, with brutal force, tore at her clothing. Her father screamed in pain, her mother prayed to the heavens. She herself, bound and helpless, could do nothing.
And then, the unthinkable happened. The dark wizard who threatened her slowly raised his hand toward her heart, obviously wanting to restrain her permanently, when a blinding flash struck him in the chest. His body disintegrated, his essence dissolving in a plume of black smoke.
"Death is here," a deep, ominous voice echoed in the silence that followed.
The bonds holding her snapped instantly, and a familiar pair of arms lifted her.
"Daphne... Please, tell me you're okay," Harry murmured, his voice trembling. Unlike the coldness he had displayed during their last encounter, he now exuded a comforting warmth.
"Harry... I'm so sorry," she sobbed, her heart breaking over the horrors she had endured. A fierce battle erupted between the Dark Lord's forces and Hadrian's.
"Hush... It's okay. I should be the one apologising. Here, take your wand. Get to safety," he whispered, barely dodging a killing curse that shot in his direction.
She nodded and rose with difficulty. Placing her hand on Harry's chest, she asked in a weak voice, "And you? Are you going to fight?"
Something changed within him. His emerald eyes darkened, revealing a hatred she had never suspected. "I'm going to make them pay, don't worry."
He moved away from her and plunged into a deadly dance, casting devastating spells at his enemies. Lightning erupted from his wand, walls of ice surged from the ground, and darkness enveloped them. His Patronus materialised beside him, shielding him from the fiercest attacks and blinding his nearest opponents.
Meanwhile, the DWT members, alongside Sirius and Fortuna, were locked in a fierce battle with the Death Eaters. Hadrian focused on healing Alexander's injuries. The man, pale as a ghost, murmured, "Ophelia... they took her..."
Hadrian, his heart heavy, scanned the room. His eyes landed on Walden Macnair, a notorious Death Eater, escaping with Ophelia slung over his shoulder. The dark wizard vanished into the manor's corridors, leaving a cloud of black smoke in his wake.
Time slowed in the room as Hadrian faced a cruel dilemma. If he didn't immediately heal Alexander, the man might succumb to his injuries. But if he didn't chase Macnair, Ophelia's life would be in grave danger. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to act. "I'll find her," he promised Alexander before resuming the healing. For now, he had no idea where she had been taken.
'Especially with that damn Fidelius Charm on Tom's base,' he grumbled inwardly. Indeed, he had completely forgotten the location of one of the Dark Lord's hideouts. And in the magical world, there were limited ways to conceal information: either an Obliviate spell, which he knew he hadn't been subjected to, or the Fidelius Charm.
Farther away, Fortuna danced between spells, casting bolts of lightning. She saw Harry at the heart of the fray, decimating enemy forces with terrifying efficiency. He seemed unstoppable, a true whirlwind of dark and green magic. His movements, the way he twisted his wand, and the confidence he exuded… To her, the boy was starting to resemble a miniature version of his uncle in battle. Only their personalities outside of combat set them apart.
She cast a spell at her opponent, who managed to apparate just in time. "Damn, the wards must have fallen!" she deduced.
A chill ran down her spine as she sensed someone behind her. She turned, ready to strike, but saw Hadrian carrying the unconscious Alexander in his arms. At his feet lay the broken body of the dark wizard who had tried to ambush her from behind.
"They fled... but they got what they wanted. They managed to take Ophelia," he announced grimly.
Harry, having defeated the remaining Death Eaters, joined the group, supporting Daphne, who was also starting to lose consciousness.
"They disarmed me again... and managed to apparate away with Mom..." she murmured, her eyes filled with despair. She had never felt so weak. The pain weighed heavily on her, making her forget that she had held her ground against multiple squads of highly trained dark wizards at only fifteen years old.
Everyone gathered around Hadrian, who handed Alexander's limp body to Leo. "Take him with you and return to Potter Manor. Inform Astoria of everything that happened. I'll stay here and search the manor. I want to make sure not a single one of these bastards is left alive," he declared, his gaze steely with determination.
Fortuna admired Hadrian's composure. Despite the anguish of seeing his best friend's family in such a terrible state, he managed to remain calm and to organise the next steps. His presence was reassuring, like a beacon in the storm.
"We will find a way to save your mother, Daphne. She'll be alright, I swear it in the honour of the Potter family," he promised the young woman, who nodded, too choked with emotion to speak.
Sirius approached Harry and handed him a vial. "Here, this should lessen the effects of the Cruciatus Curse. Give it to Daphne, and get some rest. You were incredible." He hugged his godson, proud of his bravery.
Afterward, they split up. Hadrian and Fortuna, accompanied by the three remaining DWT members, set out to explore the manor, searching for clues or leads that might reveal Ophelia's location. They expected a difficult task, as Death Eaters were known for their skills in hiding their tracks. Sirius, meanwhile, began reinforcing the manor's defences to prevent any further attacks.
Daphne, leaning against Harry, finally felt a sense of safety. The worry for her mother weighed heavily on her, but she trusted that the Potters would find her. Her sister, her father, and she herself were alive and safe. It wasn't a complete defeat.
She closed her eyes, hoping that the nightmare would soon end.