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Guys I'm sure I missed a chapter somewhere but I'm not sure where and I'm to lazy to look so if you have the Patience and
want look for it. Let me know when you find it
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This academic year, Iselin showed no signs of letting Audrey off the hook.
No matter how busy she was, she always dragged her best friend out of the dormitory and into the Great Hall for meals.
Unfortunately, Audrey was profoundly uncooperative.
Nearly a week had passed, and she showed absolutely no intention of making new friends.
With one exception.
"Hastre—Senior Astre!"
"Tsuruko," Audrey sighed patiently, "I've told you so many times already. Just call me Audrey."
"Yes, Senior!"
At that moment, Audrey felt something tug lightly at her robes. She turned around—nothing there.
Smiling, she bent down and lifted the invisible Mr. Totchi onto her lap.
"Mr. Totchi," Audrey asked gently, "are you adjusting well to life at Hogwarts?"
A fluffy little head rubbed affectionately against her palm.
"T-Totchi, please come down," Tsuruko whispered nervously. "Don't trouble Senior Audrey!"
Audrey stroked the soft fur and laughed. "It's no trouble at all. Not even a little."
"Hmm?" Audrey suddenly noticed something odd. "What's that green bump on Professor Flitwick's forehead?"
She turned instinctively toward Iselin—who, in Audrey's mind, functioned as Hogwarts' central gossip relay.
"I don't know," Iselin shook her head. "He didn't have it at breakfast."
"I do!" Draco leaned over eagerly, schadenfreude written all over his face. "Ron Weasley did it!"
Her younger cousin grinned. "He made a complete fool of himself in Charms. His wand went out of control and flew straight into Professor Flitwick's head!"
Audrey glanced toward the Gryffindor table. Sure enough, Ron looked utterly dejected, complaining to Harry in low tones.
Although the Weasley family's flying car hadn't crashed into the Whomping Willow this time, Ron's wand still hadn't escaped its destined punishment.
That said… the Weasleys weren't poor anymore. Replacing a wand shouldn't be such a hardship, right?
Audrey looked back at Professor Flitwick.
The elderly professor looked delighted.
Every so often, he pressed at the twitching green bump on his forehead. Though he winced in pain, his expression was that of a child who had discovered a fascinating new toy.
To be fair, the unpredictability of failed magic was endlessly captivating.
After all, mispronouncing a Levitation Charm and summoning a wild ox was a known occupational hazard.
Just then, Professor McGonagall strode briskly into the Great Hall. Her voice rang out, crisp and authoritative.
"Aurors have discovered traces of the fugitive Sirius Black in Hogsmeade Village. Due to the extreme danger he poses, all students are forbidden from leaving the castle this weekend!"
Her mood was clearly foul.
Ordinarily, such an announcement would have fallen to Dumbledore—but the Ministry had summoned him without warning. As Deputy Headmistress, she was left to handle this unpopular duty herself.
"All Quidditch training is suspended until further notice!"
"Noooo!"
Draco let out a wail of despair.
He had secured his position as Slytherin Seeker by sponsoring the team with Nimbus 2001s and had been eagerly awaiting his first training session that Saturday.
Now it was gone.
"Professor McGonagall," Oliver Wood shouted desperately from the Gryffindor table, "when will training resume?"
Victory obsession practically radiated off him.
"I don't know," McGonagall replied coolly. "That depends on when the fugitive is captured—or when we can confirm the area around Hogwarts is safe."
Audrey didn't particularly care. She was here on holiday, after all.
Draco, on the other hand, was viciously stabbing his steak with a fork. Audrey suspected the poor thing could be recycled into meatballs at this point.
Sirius Black was hiding in the Shrieking Shack.
He dragged a crate of sweets inside with considerable effort.
Without a wand, survival itself was difficult. Living as a stray dog and rummaging through rubbish bins had long since worn him down—but for revenge, he had cast aside all dignity.
Even stooping to theft.
The sweets had been stolen from Honeydukes.
Too much candy made him sick, but it was still better than the moldy scraps he'd scavenged from trash bins.
Peter Pettigrew.
That traitor.
When Sirius saw the Weasley family photograph in the Daily Prophet, he recognized the rat clutched in the youngest boy's hands.
A rat missing a toe.
Of the Marauders, only Lupin wasn't an Animagus.
James, Peter, and Sirius were.
And Peter Pettigrew's Animagus form—
Was a rat.
Even reduced to ashes, Sirius would never mistake it.
So he escaped.
The Shrieking Shack hadn't been cleaned in years. He couldn't be bothered.
There was only one thought in his mind now.
Find Peter. Tear him apart.
Because of that vile, shameless creature, James had lost everything.
…Poor Harry.
Sirius had intended to take his own life after exacting revenge—to atone for appointing Peter as Secret Keeper.
But when he thought of Harry, his resolve wavered.
He couldn't die yet.
Harry needed him.
He'd heard the boy wasn't treated well by his relatives.
Dressed in ill-fitting clothes, looking every bit a vagrant, Sirius stuffed a handful of Fizzing Whizbees into his mouth.
No matter what, he needed to recover his strength.
Then—Hogwarts.
And money.
He had to get into Gringotts—no, Heavenly Bank, now—before Christmas.
He owed his godson a proper birthday present.
That night, in the Gryffindor girls' dormitory.
Ginny Weasley lay face-down on her bed, wrapped tightly in her blankets.
Inside that cramped cocoon, the tip of her wand glowed faintly as she wrote furiously in a diary.
[Senior Riddle, how can I make Harry notice me more?]
The ink vanished, rearranging itself into new words.
[Ginny, you lack confidence. Your blood is pure, your talent exceptional. If you wished it, you could become the darling of Hogwarts.]
[But you seem to lack… technique.]
[Senior Riddle, will you teach me?]
[Of course. But I cannot perceive the outside world. Without understanding your circumstances, I cannot offer concrete guidance.]
[Then what should I do?]
[Open your heart to me. Share your senses with me. It is a small spell—quite simple.]
[Alright, Senior Riddle. Please help me.]
Northern Europe.
A rocky coast in Norway's Hordaland region.
Beneath the cliffs lay a massive sea cave—much like the one Edmund had once discovered as the Veela ancestral grounds.
Deep within stood an enormous stone gate.
Each door was ten meters tall and five meters wide.
Carved from dark blue-black stone, it was covered in dense, ancient runes.
An elderly man wearing a half-mask and dragging a prosthetic leg stood arguing with a group of goblins.
"Mr. Gray, we didn't rescue you so you could offer bad ideas," one of them snapped.
"Tethys," the old man replied calmly, "do you have a better solution?"
"This is an ancient ruin. Who knows what traps lie within? If brute force worked, what use would you be? Do you think goblins can't cast Blasting Curses themselves?"
Bode Gray limped forward and placed a hand on the stone gate.
"Blasting Curses?"
He chuckled softly. "You've already tried them, haven't you? The stone is intact—but the spell scars are obvious."
Tethys fell silent, her expression darkening as she looked back at her subordinates.
"Lady Tethys… when progress stalled, we did attempt to blast it. It didn't work…"
"See?" Gray said smoothly. "Your people think just like I do."
"But," he added, drawing his wand, "magic is not all the same."
He slashed his wand outward. Ice blossomed instantly, frost sealing the massive gate.
Tethys felt a flicker of regret for rescuing this man.
Power that could not be controlled was worthless.
"Ancient magic is beautiful, isn't it?" Gray murmured.
He swung his wand again.
Lightning crashed down upon the frozen gate.
With a thunderous roar, the stone doors shattered into fragments.
"See? Rescuing me was a wise decision."
Bode Gray strode into the ruin without looking back.
"Tethys—don't mistake yourself for my savior. At best, we are partners."
His voice echoed as he disappeared inside.
"This gate counts as your reward. Whatever lies beyond—everyone takes what they can."
Watching him vanish into the darkness, Tethys clenched her teeth, her expression shifting.
At last, she raised her hand.
"All units," she ordered coldly,
"enter the ruin."