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HP - Chapter 386: Family Reunion
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Dialogue
‘Thoughts’
-Author notes-
Chapter 386: Family Reunion
“I was just worried he’d use that cursed dagger. It’s not that I don’t trust your abilities,” Harry assured her.
Daphne caressed his cheek. “I know. I’m not angry...it makes me happy to know you were worried about me.”
She turned to look at the bodies of the Death Eaters.
“Do you think they’re attacking other families tonight?”
“It seems likely. It wouldn’t make sense to just attack your family, and if they had, they’d have sent more than just these four.”
“But they’re all dead now… You told me before that you could speak with spirits…” Daphne trailed off.
“Yes… I’ll call them.” Harry was about to move closer to the Carrow twins when her family came rushing out of the manor.
“Daphne!” Her mother, Selene, was the first to reach her.
“Ahh!” She almost tripped over the two bodies.
“It’s the Carrow twins!”
“Those ungrateful bastards!” Sebastian Greengrass gritted his teeth. “We helped them out after their Dark Lord disappeared, and this is how they repay us…”
“Astoria, close your eyes. You shouldn’t be seeing this,” Selene said to her younger daughter.
Astoria didn’t seem that bothered. “It’s fine. I’ve seen dead people before.”
"Wait...what?!" Selene exclaimed.
“Are any of you hurt?” Daphne asked with concern. “When I saw that the giant had destroyed the west wing…”
“He did what?!” Selene hadn’t noticed that yet. “Ahhh!” She now saw it.
“My manor!”
Sebastian glared at Grom. “That’s an unusually big giant… no wonder the house shook like that.”
“You didn’t see them?” Daphne asked.
Her father negated with his head. “The moment I felt the wards break, I took your mother and sister to the safe room.”
“We tried to use the emergency portkeys, but they wouldn’t work,” Selene added.
“Right, about that…” Harry held up a small metallic object. “This is likely the culprit.”
Selene moved closer to examine the object. “A portable ward… may I?”
“Go ahead. See if you can disable it...we won’t be able to leave until it’s off,” Harry replied.
“Oh my! There’s blood magic in this… some powerful magic, too,” Selene gasped.
“Let me see…” Daphne leaned in to take a closer look.
Lord Greengrass suddenly seemed to realize something. “Hold on, if this thing was active… how did the two of you get inside?”
“Harry made a hole in the blood wards with some kind of… what was that?” Daphne asked.
“He did… what?” Sebastian exclaimed.
“It was a variant of my lightning sorcery. It creates a more focused beam of energy,” Harry explained.
“Whoa, someone got stabbed with a sword,” Astoria said nonchalantly while pointing at the body on the ground.
“Don’t play with—wait, is that Draco Malfoy?” Selene was about to scold her when she recognized the boy on the ground with a silver sword embedded in his chest.
“Malfoy?!” Sebastian checked the body, his usual stoic face contorting with anger. “The Malfoys were involved in this affront, too? Why am I not surprised?”
“Father, he was just a pawn. They were all sent here by the Dark Lord,” Daphne explained as she approached Draco’s body.
“The Dark Lord sent them…?” Sebastian felt goosebumps.
To her family’s shock, Daphne pulled the silver sword from Draco’s chest, transforming it back into her wand before storing it, and just as she did this, the body of the vampire turned into dust.
“Daphne, did you kill him?” Selene asked in disbelief.
“Um… well…” Daphne wasn’t sure how to respond.
“Daphne.” Her father stood before her with a stern expression.
“Yes?” She wasn’t sure if her father was angry or disappointed.
He put a hand on her shoulder. “You killed a Malfoy.”
“Yes, Father…”
“I am so proud of you!” Lord Greengrass’s rare smile made it clear he meant it.
“Wait… you’re proud?” Daphne tilted her head in surprise.
“Sebastian! That’s a terrible thing to say to your daughter. We should set a good example,” Selene frowned.
“But it’s a Malfoy! If I knew who killed the father, I’d send them a bottle of my finest Firewhiskey,” Sebastian replied.
Daphne gave Harry a sidelong glance.
“I’ve got it!” Selene said excitedly. She had been tampering with the device the whole time and she finally managed to shut it down.
With the magic gone, everyone could feel the difference. The air seemed cleaner.
“You shouldn’t stay here much longer,” Harry advised, gesturing at the bodies. “When these guys fail to report back, the Death Eaters will likely send reinforcements.”
“Oh no…” Selene murmured.
Sebastian looked pensive. “He’s right… if the Dark Lord sent them, they won’t give up easily.”
“Where can we go, then? The cabin in France, perhaps?” Selene suggested.
“We could go to Harry’s house,” Astoria proposed.
“Tori, we can’t just impose on someone else,” Selene said.
“No, she’s right. You may not be safe in your other properties either. It is likely that the Death Eaters already have all of your addresses. Potter Manor would be secure,” Harry replied.
“And the other houses barely have any defenses, they are just meant for short vacations. ” Daphne pointed out. “Let’s go to the Potters’.”
Selene raised an eyebrow, glancing at her daughter. “I think I know why you want to go there…”
Lord Greengrass looked at Harry. “No offense, Harry, but how can we be sure they won’t attack your manor next?”
“If they can find it, they’ll try,” Harry replied.
“Then how can you assure me my family will be safe there?” Sebastian pressed.
Harry met his gaze. “Because it’s under my protection.”
Sebastian saw no hesitation in Harry’s eyes. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
“So… it seems we’ll be intruding on your family for a while. I hope James and Lily won’t mind,” Selene said.
“Please… that manor is big enough to host five families. Go pack your things and come back here. I’ll have my house-elf take you there,” Harry told them.
“But don’t take too long,” he added.
While the Greengrass family went inside to gather their belongings, Harry called Dobby and explained his next task.
Then… it was time to turn his attention elsewhere.
Harry’s eyes scanned the corpses. There was no point in calling Draco, he’d already tested calling on Rabastan Lestrange, and his ability didn’t seem to work on vampires.
Perhaps the theories about vampires losing their souls were true.
“Let’s see… speak to me, Amycus Carrow.”
The green mist began to form before him.
