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BS - Chapter 90: Your New Home
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“Dialogue”
‘Thoughts’
-Author notes-
Chapter 90: Your New Home
Harry arrived in front of a spacious three-floor, beautiful house situated in the London suburb of Hampstead, and knocked on the door.
“Coming!” He heard a woman saying, and moments later, the door was opened.
“Oh?...” The middle-aged lady stared at Harry with a confused expression due to his strange looks… particularly his red eyes.
But then her face changed to one of understanding as she assumed this was just some fashion choice for young wizards.
“Are you one of Hermione’s friends?” The woman asked, as it was obvious that this young boy was definitely someone from Hogwarts.
“Is she here?” Harry responded to her question with one of his own.
The woman frowned at the rudeness but made no comment on it. “Yes, she is home. We just returned from our vacation in Paris. Now… who should I tell her is here?”
Harry glanced around. No other muggles were nearby. His wand appeared in his hand and quickly moved to aim at the woman.
“Avada Kedavra.”
With no hesitation, he shot a Killing Curse at the very much shocked poor mother.
Her body was hit with the green flash of light, and she fell on her back, right at the entrance of her home.
“I will tell her myself.” Harry walked inside and looked at the muggle with disgust before kicking her legs aside so he could close the door.
He then grabbed his throat while making a pained expression.
It had taken him two days to get rid of the damn Silencing Curse that Voldemort had placed on him.
He never expected that it was going to be so difficult, given that curses like this one tend to lose their effect after the caster had perished.
With Voldemort dead, the curse should have disappeared by itself...however, that had not been the case at all, and his throat was still sore because of this.
Loud steps could be heard coming from the stairs.
A moment later, Hermione was making her way down. The first thing she saw was Harry.
“You came!” She said with a smile on her face. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to get my letter. I just…” It was then that her eyes finally found the figure on the floor. “Mom!”
Hermione rushed to her mother’s side. “Mom! Are you okay?”
“She is dead.” Harry informed her, with no compassion to be found in his tone.
If anything, he was curious to see how she would react to the news.
“What?! Oh no!” Tears formed in her eyes. “Mom! No… please. What happened?” She glanced at Harry.
“She annoyed me, so I killed her.” Harry responded, barely able to contain a grin.
Hermione stared at him in shock.
“Are you angry?” Harry asked.
She now looked confused more than anything. “No…” Her emotions seemed to start disappearing from her face until she got a blank stare. "I will never be angry with you..."
Harry nodded. "Good girl. Now, I need y-"
“What’s going on? Hermione?” Someone else could be heard descending the stairs. This time it was a man. “Hermione, did something happ—”
The middle-aged man glanced over at the living room and found his daughter standing next to his wife, who was lying on the floor. “Jean!”
The father rushed to their side, wondering what could have happened to his wife.
However, before he could get too close, his body was hit by a red spark of magic.
“Dad!” Hermione shouted when she saw her father’s body freeze and fall on the ground.
“I have merely stunned him,” Harry told her.
“But… why?” Hermione didn’t understand.
“Because I want you to go back to your room and pack your bags. I have a job for you, and it will require some relocation.”
“Relocation?… to where?”
“To your new home. So you will no longer need this house. Or…” He pointed at her father. “Them…”
Hermione didn’t seem to understand completely what he was saying until Harry went and said it.
“Kill him.” Now there was a grin on his face.
“W-what?!” Hermione looked horrified. “Why?”
“Slaves don’t question their Master’s motives. I’m giving you an order. Do it.”
Once more, Hermione’s emotions seemed to disappear, and her eyes began to lose their normal luster. “How do you want me to do it? I do not know any lethal spells.”
Harry realized the issue. “Right… you are going to have to learn some of that. But for the time being, just go to the kitchen and fetch a knife.” He let out a chuckle. “It will be a bit messy.”
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Harry appeared inside the third-floor hall after activating his portkey.
Hermione was standing at his side. Her clothes and face were covered in blood, and she was holding a large luggage case. Her eyes were still blank.
“Welcome to your new house. You will be living and working from here now.”
Hermione looked around. “Where…”
“Azkaban.” Harry saw her eyes twitch a little. “Now, come on. Follow me. And bring your things; I’ll take you to your room.”
Harry led her to the basement of the fortress. They passed a few wandering demons on the way there, but Hermione appeared to be in such a state of shock that she barely reacted to their presence.
After a long walk, they arrived at Harry’s secret treasury.
“Hold on, I need to fetch something.” He unlocked the door and went inside the small room before rummaging through a small pile of books.
“Aha! I knew I had left it somewhere in here.”
He walked outside and closed the door shut, but now he was holding a small grey book in his hands.
“Your room is just around the corner. But first… here.” He handed her the book. “You are going to be studying this.”
Hermione took the small book and looked at it. It appeared to be handwritten and filled with all sorts of notes.
“That is something I wrote during my youth. It contains notes about all my old experiments. But you only need to worry about one particular one… the Slavery Collar.”
“Slavery Collar.” Hermione repeated the words.
“That’s right. You are going to be recreating some of my old toys, as I don’t have the time to do it myself. It would be very time-consuming, and I have better things to do. Your first project will be to recreate the Slavery Collar.”
Hermione glanced over the pages until she found the one with the appropriate title. Everything was written in Latin, but she had no trouble understanding it. “Looks complicated…” She said after reading a bit.
Harry tapped her shoulder. “I’m sure that the most brilliant witch of her generation will be up to the task. You shall be given access to all the knowledge and resources that you need.”
