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Hello everybody! Here I am with the new chapter I've promised. It's not a romantic one, but I think it's so sweet as an Easter egg. I hope you enjoy it! Let me know if so...
Have I nice week! I'll work hard to be back soon!
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158. Persistence


The next morning, when the boys awoke, they looked exhausted. But their exhaustion was not enough to stifle their curiosity to see Pettigrew after Voldemort's spell. They rushed to get ready and take a place near the boy at the breakfast table. Perkins and Umbridge were in such a good irritating mood as always and, noticing that now everybody looked like good friends with the boy, made the two happier.

'Good morning my dears! There's nothing like a good night sleep to give our energy back, right?' asked the witch with a smile from ear to ear and a manic look on her face.

The boys nodded in response. There didn’t seem to be anyone sitting at the table that was willing to face Umbridge's good humour.

'Sorry, I didn't hear you... Good moooooornnniiiiinnng?' she insisted, melodiously.

'Good Morning!' replied the chorus of grumpy boys.

'Good morning, Professor Umbridge!' shouted Pettigrew, realizing too late that his greeting had been too much, for everyone was looking at him. He sought refuge quickly in the porridge plate in front of him.

'Did you notice how strange he is this morning?' Amifidel whispered to Regulus.

'Yes, he's a little more lively than normal,' the boy replied, 'but he seems fine.'

'Unfortunately ...' Snape sighed.

'Do you think his look is normal?' Mulciber asked, unable to take his eyes off Pettigrew.

Snape lifted his head and looked at Peter for a moment.

'Vague, suspicious, and with the air of little intelligence ... yes, perfectly normal.'

'Well, I suppose if he'd been turned into an Inferi yesterday, we'd have trouble noticing the difference,' Regulus said, laughing. Snape nodded, amused.

'What happened yesterday?' asked Richard Broadmoor, distressed. 'I slept ...'

'Truth? No one noticed ...' said Avery, wickedly.

'Yesterday was a very important night, so you're out.' Mulciber explained matter-of-factly.

'How so?' Broadmoor flared up.

A young house-elf appeared next to the boys. He was serving a tray full of glasses with juice up over his head. He wore a flawless white pillowcase and looked tenderly at the boys.

'Madam Narcissa Malfoy asked to be served a special pumpkin juice. It's a tonic. Mistress also warns the boys should be careful about what they are talking about and assures Mr. Broadmoor that his absence was justified.'

Broadmoor stared sternly at Avery and Mulciber. The boys just shrugged and took their glasses from the tray.

'I don’t know you,' said Regulus to the elf, who reminded him of Kreacher as a child, though he was undoubtedly less ugly.
'Dobby, sir, always here for the Black boy. Dobby started serving the new Malfoy family this week, sir. A very great honour.'

'Hello, Dobby. I'm Regulus Black.'

'Dobby knows Mr Regulus Black, cousin of Narcissa. Dobby was with the elf of the Black family the last two days to learn the household chores. Kreacher taught Dobby everything ...'

'Dobby! Don't bother the boys with your conversation!' Narcissa called from across the table. 'The others are waiting for the juice.'

'I'm sorry, ma'am. Dobby's dumb, learns slowly,' the elf replied, walking toward Narcissa, who took the tray and slammed it hard on the elf's head, who staggered.

'I'm sorry, ma'am. Dobby will no longer bother the young wizards with his stories. Dobby will triple Mrs Malfoy's punishment as soon as he's finished serving the boys.' The elf's elated eyes pleaded with his mistress to excuse him.

Narcissa didn't answer, just turned away, as if she were seeing something very contemptible in front of her. Elegantly, she took a seat next to Umbridge.

It didn't take long for the teens to finish their breakfast and walk towards the spot where they had classes. Perkins excused himself and joined the teenagers. With the elf doing all the chores, the two witches found time to chat cheerfully, most likely about futilities such as the colour of their nails and where to buy fashionable shoes. Meanwhile, Perkins would start the morning class on how to triple the steps of a ladder and how to make it shrink to fit into a pocket.

'Now that you know how to work with the ladder, think about it: you are alone in the woods, hungry, and you see a beehive full of honey on a tree full of thorns. How would you get the honey?'

'The Accio spell is always efficient, sir." Rachel replied.

'Okay. Let's just say that by getting lost in the woods, you had the misfortune to have your wand broken.'

'In that case, I would sit and wait for help. I would not risk my clothes or my hairstyle climbing a tree with thorns ...' answered Helena, a friend of Rachel's.

Perkins took a breath. It wasn't working as he wanted.

'Separate yourselves into groups of four. Here we have some trees with hives. Solve the problem. In the woods, you will find muggle tools. Regulus Black spent a season with us in the Ministry; he should know how to handle some of them and can help you if you need any help.'

Regulus felt ashamed. He didn't want the others to know that he had spent time with Perkins. At the same time, he could not imagine why the wizard thought he would handle Muggle tools, since all he had done at the Ministry last summer was undo spells with the wizard and ride the subway.

The hours flew by. Obviously, by the end of the day, most of the boys had solved the problem suggested by Perkins. The group of Avery, Richard, Mulciber, and John had sawed the tree, knocking the hive to the ground. Severus, Regulus, Rachel and Helena were supposed to build it together, but the boys built the ladder with branches and nails they had found in the forest, while the girls made pertinent comments, although they did not help the task at all. "Why do we need to learn to handle Muggle tools if when we need them they will not be in the woods like this idiot Perkins wants to make us think?" Rachel had asked. The other boys made ladders with one or two supports, one group solved the problem by creating a kind of seesaw, which made Perkins quite impressed. From time to time little Dobby came out of nowhere with glasses of Narcissa's energy juice.

'Instead of smashing our fingers with hammers, we should be learning how to make your cousin's energy juice ... that's quite good and could be very useful...' Snape commented.

'Or how Perkins bewitched the bees so they would not sting us. That would be helpful.' Regulus replied as they watched the wizard examining the work of a group nearby.

'Very well! Everyone did a great job! This task was intended to make you aware of the nature of the tools and the ladder, so it is easier to understand the logic of the spells that I will teach next. Take your wands!' Perkins said excitedly.

The boys smiled.

'At last he reminded us that we are wizards too!' muttered Peter Pettigrew.

Severus and Regulus looked at each other. It was strange to hear Peter speak to them after everything that had happened the day before. Lord Voldemort was indeed very good with spells of memory, they concluded. Perkins continued:

'Now you know that to build a ladder the order is to first arrange the lateral supports, then to make marks evenly spaced to produce anatomical steps... as you know a step can't be bigger than the others or still, very near or far from each other...' Perkins noticed the boys losing interest in his lecture and became slightly nervous. 'As if we have to pay attention to the steps to avoid falls, the ladder doesn't work, since it turns the attention to itself while; Wizards as we are, we need to keep the focus in which made us want to rise or descend a ladder and not in the ladder itself...' he said louder. 'I will teach you how to increase and reduce the amount of steps; how to enchant the ladder to fit the height we want to get. How to make it stand unsupported and carry objects; up and down at our will automatically... Oh, yes, my friend Arthur also invented a very useful spell for married men: a spell that makes the ladder to go into a cabinet after use ... very useful indeed.' The man added, rubbing his head with his distant gaze.

The rest of the afternoon, until dinnertime, was quite enjoyable and fun. The students were now actually engaged in bewitching ladders, so time passed faster. Pettigrew was the only one to feel some discomfort, since most of the boys and girls looked at him oddly. Sometimes he thought he might have stepped on something stinky or spilled juice on his robes, so he checked his robes and shoes repeatedly.

After dinner, Regulus went to meet Rachel for a date by the fire when, just like the night before, they felt as if something or someone was watching them. "Would it be Dobby, the elf of Narcissa?" wondered the girl. But as much as they looked, nothing and no one was around. Everyone had already retired to the stalls, and only the two of them and an owl, who had almost caught up with a little rat that had been walking about distractedly, seemed to be enjoying the cool night air.

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Regulus stroked Rachel's hair affectionately when he felt his tattoo burn. The compass pointed to a different side tonight and he apologized:

'It's time to go, my dear. Tomorrow I'll tell you what we've done. I am very curious; Lucius commented that tonight we would begin to plan our first true mission ...'

Rachel hugged him proudly. He led her to the entrance of her tent and gave her a long kiss on the mouth, which was interrupted by a noise. They both looked back; it seemed, the owl was unlucky, for the rat shot down some logs, causing the bird to crash on the ground. The two lovers laughed at the scene and kissed again.

'Go, baby. I don' want to delay you. Oh, make sure my brother goes with you tonight... Dad won't forgive me if he loses his training ...'

'I will... I'll get him if I have to. Sleep well, my dear.'

The boy turned and walked toward the spot indicated by the arrow. Everything was in order; everyone was already on the same track. Regulus once again found Severus.

'Hi ... Did you see if Broadmoor got up tonight?'

'Ah, yes ... he's going ahead ... But there's something strange ...' Severus answered without turning.

'What?'

'Pettigrew wasn't in his bed ...'

'You think ...?' Regulus asked, looking around.

'I looked for him everywhere but couldn't find him.'

The two boys continued down the path until Regulus felt something jump on his legs. He barely had time to look at the rat that climbed inside the leg of his pants when Severus cast a spell:

'Petrificus totallus!'

And the owl fell like stone on the ground. Regulus shook his leg to get rid of the rat, but it grabbed at his pants. Regulus took it in his hands, carefully.

'Thank you, Snape. Do you think the owl was going to hit the rat on my leg?' He asked, looking at the little creature curiously.

'Oh, yes ... It looked hungry ... Daring rat, eh?'

Regulus laughed, 'A lot!'

'What are you going to do with it?' Severus asked, gesturing to the mouse. 'If you want, I can kill it ...'

'Oh, you don't have to. It survived the owl's attack more than once tonight. It's a smart rat; it does not deserve to die. Its little heart looks like it's going to explode, but it's not trying to get away from me. I think it likes me... I'll carry it with me ... I've never had a pet rat before...'

Snape shrugged and they went on.

The boys arrived in a small river and continued the walk for another half hour by its edge. Then they started up a rocky hill, like many others until they spotted Lucius and some boys who had already arrived.

'Look, Lucius is there.' said Severus, pointing at Lucius, who had his back to them.

'Finally! I'm getting tired,' Regulus said when the rat seemed to wake up and rushed to where Lucius was. 'The rat has run away,' said Regulus with no sorrow. He smelled his hands. The rat had an odd smell.

After waiting for all to arrive, Lucius said good night to them and announced:

'Good evening. As I commented yesterday, today we are here to plan your first mission. If you look closely to your left, you will see a small town. Well, we have a problem in this town. The mayor, who is a Muggle, married a witch and at first received other wizarding villagers in the town, which became mixed. However, the experiments of some families have frightened Muggle dwellers, putting the Decree of Secrecy at risk. The town's wizards received several notifications from the Ministry, which did not position itself against the constant threats posed to the wizards, including setting fires in the square as a warning ... A warning that the Middle Ages returned to them. Some wizards were once again trapped and unprotected, when the Muggles came out in the light of day ...'

A few stones began to roll down the hill behind Lucius. He stopped talking and turned to see them, but the darkness did not allow him to see anything. Then he turned to the boys:

'This situation has to change. If these Muggles did not learn to live in peace with the wizards of their community while the witches expressed their good will, then they will learn to respect the wizards for what we are capable of doing. The idea is to leave a "message" for them, as clear as their fires.'

'Shall we break into the village tonight?' Pyrites and Mulciber asked.

'No, my dear. Let's observe how they structure themselves, what they do and then we will attack. It will be only on the last day before you return home, so as not to arouse suspicion ... it must be a perfect and flawless attack, marked forever in the memory of those who survive, so that they spread fear ... our task It's very difficult and very special, I want you not to forget that ....'

The stones began to roll again, and along with them, a boy. Peter Pettigrew. Lucius drew his wand and pointed at it:

'Spying, right? Get up!' he ordered, enraged.
Pettigrew stood up. He trembled from head to toe almost convulsively. And, in tears, he began to cry, protecting his head with his arms, in an attempt - he knew - useless to protect himself from an attack of spells.

'I ... I ... I'm sorry, sir. I followed ... I followed the boys ... I've been watching them for months ... I wanted to join you, do what you do ... Fight ...'

Rowle, who had hitherto remained on the edge of the group, approached, looking down on Pettigrew with contempt.

'Lucius, Master ordered us not to hurt the boys. It's not up to us to decide ...' And saying that, he took his own wand and touched his left forearm, in the middle of the dark mark tattooed there. It was not long before Lord Voldemort appeared before them all.

'Who dare?' he began in a fury. But when he noticed where he was and the boys' attentive looks, he softened his voice, bordering on the sweetness 'Malfoy, Rowle ... I see you have a strange situation here ...'

Voldemort said before plunging his gaze into Pettigrew's terrified eyes. He shook his head.

'He is harmless, though insistent. Rowle, clear his memory again and then make sure he goes back to camp safely. Persistent boy!' Voldemort said to the boy, before Disapparating again into the darkness.
Rowle pointed the wand at the boy's forehead, who cringed.

'Memory spells often cause damage when repeatedly cast on the same person ... But it looks like you won't have much to damage ...'

'Repeatedly?' asked Pettigrew, frowning. It was the last thing his face expressed before his eyes went empty again and the muscles in his face relaxed, as if he slept, though he was still awake and standing.

Rowle took the boy by the shoulders and let him out of the group. Regulus looked back. Pettigrew was so still that he could be mistaken for a bush. But there were no bushes around, only a small patch of grass covered the boulder ground.

'He seems to be saying the truth,' he whispered to Amifidel.

'He really does ... Why does not the Dark Lord let him take part in training?' Ami asked.

'It might be a test,' Pyrites said, intruding on the conversation.

'Or yet, the Dark Lord thought Pettigrew's so useless and stupid that it was not worth it,' snapped Snape.

'Shhhhhhhh .... Shut up! I have not finished here yet. The interruption of the boy made us lose a lot of time. And, as I was saying, our task is very important. We need to spread among the Muggles the fear of hurting witches, not being too obvious, for we do not want them to be able to identify consciously the wizards around them, for the Ministry could end up punishing them even more. They need to believe us omnipresent, so they live in fear, without knowing exactly what they are afraid of ... Do you understand?'

The boys nodded affirmatively, though they could not visualize how the task would be done. Regulus looked at Lucius; a tremor on his cheek told him that the wizard, though he expressed certainty in his words, did not know either.

'Avery, Mulciber! Come with me! While Lucius is going to instruct the training of the others, you will come with me to the village. Observe everything carefully and take note of your observations. I want you to look at the number of homes and residents per house. Let's start mapping the city. Do a job well done and your parents will be proud ...'

'Mr. Rowle? Where's my father? I thought we were going to meet him here ...' Avery asked.

'The Dark Lord did not wish to favour you. So your father and Mulciber's went to settle other matters ... In the Ministry. Well, you already know too much. Let's go?'

All the boys watched the three of them walk away. Most of them with an ounce of envy of the two, who seemed to be doing something important while they...

'No favours? Huh?' Pyrites grumbled.

'Quiet!' Lucius shouted. 'Tonight we're going to make a game ... split up into two teams.'

The boys split into two teams quickly. Without knowing what criteria to adopt, since they did not know if the game would need, strength, fame, knowledge or intelligence, the boys joined by affinity. Severus, feeling momentarily abandoned for not having Avery and Mulciber, hesitated, but eventually decided to join Regulus, although he did not like working with Jack and John.

'Well done. Each team must decide among its members, the roles that each one will exercise. As in a game of chess, there will be a king, a queen, two bishops, two towers and two horses. The rest will be pawns. The goal is to dominate the kingdom of another and subdue your king. For this, each team must establish a place where the kingdom will be and put together a strategy to protect it. The attacks are made with Gobstones; you must use your wands to enchant them and to shoot the opposite team. Defence spells are allowed, but not protective spells to hide the kingdom or prevent the other team from approaching, that is, the repulsive ones. You will be exposed apparently, but the difficulty is that you don't know either the function that each one exerts in the battle, nor where the kingdom is to be dominated.'

'I can't believe it! Are we going to play here while Avery and Mulciber have a mission? What do you think we are? A bunch of kids?' exploded Richard Broadmoor.

Lucius smirked.

'Yeah, the idea is this ... I mean, you guys will be here training attack strategies. You will be watched for your competence during the game, your commitment to the team, plus the obvious; which is your magic skills. As a judge, I will observe and report directly to the Dark Lord. He wants to know which of you will be a part of the elite in our attack next Friday. You can start!'

The boys played cheerfully and proudly, all of them wanted to be part of the elite team. Therefore, the night went on almost uneventfully, if it wasn't for some small dirty tricks. When they were gone, Lucius ordered Severus and Regulus to assure that Pettigrew did not return the next day.
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Hey Ivana, finally taking a couple minutes to comment on your wonderful fanfiction. Sorry for the delay, but real life; you know. I must get to the comment instead of explaining my tardiness. Loved the last two chapters and will try to comment from both of them.
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Peter did not complain of pain, but if someone looked at his face, could see fat tears streaming down his dirty cheeks. But no one cared to look, or pity him.
You know, I've never liked Peter, but this was so sad. Super way to humanise him.
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'For a long time I prepared myself to be a great wizard, to know the magic deeply, but as soon as I became an adult I realized that this was not enough. No. It is not enough to be a wizard of phenomenal powers when you cannot use them in the light of day, when you are hypocritically taught at school that you should be the best, you need to learn potions, spells, learn about magical creatures and then use this knowledge in a restricted way, because the world is not yours. Has anyone ever told you that? This world is not yours!' He remarked.
You know, he has a point there. But the thing is, by wanting to rule over everyone he is doing to others the same that he is fighting against for himself. Muggles study hard to become all they can be. If he takes over he would suppress their ability they worked hard for.
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For a moment Regulus felt sorry for the Muggle, but then he thought that the man had received a far greater honour than any Muggle could deserve: he had died to make the world a better and fairer world.
Oh dear I had hopes that Regulus wouldn't swallow what was being fed to him. But then again, this is how he was taught at home. This is nothing but a booster shot for the brainwashing he gave into at home.
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Regulus looked at Lucius, who seemed to have puffed up a bit.
I didn't think it was possible to become even more egotistical.
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Voldemort stared intently into Pettigrew's eyes as he inquired about his intentions.

'I'm here to learn and serve, sir. I want a free world for wizards as much as anyone here ...' said Pettigrew, trying to make it clear how much his will was true.

'I see ... But that's not how things work. I'm sorry.'

Voldemort shook his head to the sides and drew his wand theatrically. Pettigrew cringed.

'Gryffindor, did you say?'
I don't understand what makes the difference what House they were from. If they wanted to be idiots and follow Voldemort why not let them?
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'Did you notice how strange he is this morning?' Amifidel whispered to Regulus.

'Yes, he's a little more lively than normal,' the boy replied, 'but he seems fine.'

'Unfortunately ...' Snape sighed.

'Do you think his look is normal?' Mulciber asked, unable to take his eyes off Pettigrew.

Snape lifted his head and looked at Peter for a moment.

'Vague, suspicious, and with the air of little intelligence ... yes, perfectly normal.'

'Well, I suppose if he'd been turned into an Inferi yesterday, we'd have trouble noticing the difference,' Regulus said, laughing. Snape nodded, amused.
I absolutely loved this bit of comedy to lift some of the darkness. I laughed so hard I cried. Snape's honest comments made the conversation humorous.
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'I don’t know you,' said Regulus to the elf, who reminded him of Kreacher as a child, though he was undoubtedly less ugly.
'Dobby, sir, always here for the Black boy. Dobby started serving the new Malfoy family this week, sir. A very great honour.'
Dobby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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This task was intended to make you aware of the nature of the tools and the ladder, so it is easier to understand the logic of the spells that I will teach next.
That was a very smart thing to teach the kids. There are people who memorize verses in the Bible, but what good does it do them if they don't understand what it means?
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It will be only on the last day before you return home, so as not to arouse suspicion ... it must be a perfect and flawless attack, marked forever in the memory of those who survive, so that they spread fear ... our task It's very difficult and very special, I want you not to forget that ....'
I hope this puts fear in the boys' hearts. But what would become of them if they wanted to quit because of it?
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The boys played cheerfully and proudly, all of them wanted to be part of the elite team. Therefore, the night went on almost uneventfully, if it wasn't for some small dirty tricks. When they were gone, Lucius ordered Severus and Regulus to assure that Pettigrew did not return the next day.
I'm so curious who is going to be on the elite team but sad in another way. I'm anxious to know what town they are going to go to and what they will be doing. Scary thinking about it.

So wanting to get the next chapter to read more of your fantastic ff. Hope you are doing well, and I'll be watching for the next chapter. I'm sorry this comment was so short, but I need to get to other things. Super writing, Ivana.
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Hello everybody! I'm happy I have a new chapter to post!
Before doing so, I have a comment to reply, which makes me happier!

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Connie I know we can't do all we want to because of our lives, so don't blame yourself for not finding time.

I know we can't do all we want to because of our lives, so don't blame yourself for not finding time to comment on my ff before.

It's always good to hear from you that my ff is good or that it amuses you. I'm happy you laughed at Severus' comments. I'm trying to show how much he was comfortable to be who he really was among them, it was important to him to become a Death Eaters, as among them he was more than an odd guy with greasy hair. You'll see more of it in this chapter.

I think Voldemort had indeed a point when he talked about segregation. I'd say that no one deserves to be segregated, but I have to say that monsters like he was do deserve. The end does not justify the means. While trying to release the wizardry community from their suffering and distress of living in the shadows, he fostered prejudice against Muggles, as if Muggles were less valuable than wizards. Prejudice always makes me sick. I think at this point of his life he knew how important it was to be kind to the teenagers, as he needed skilled allies and others not so skilled to fight in the front and die for him. He didn't believe one of them could become so powerful as he was (Severus became more powerful in a way he couldn't imagine).

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I don't understand what makes the difference what House they were from. If they wanted to be idiots and follow Voldemort why not let them?
Voldemort valued the House they came from as it was a way of valuing himself for being the Slytherin heir. Voldemort liked to think he was the most powerful wizard and better than everyone. Being a Gryffindor, Pettigrew was supposed to be courageous; when he cringed at the signal that Voldemort was about to curse him, it fed Voldemort's ego ("Gryffindors aren't that courageous as they are supposed to be" ).

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I hope this puts fear in the boys' hearts. But what would become of them if they wanted to quit because of it?
None of them wanted to show their fear, I believe they were enough brainwashed so they did not think about risks. Of course, I think that being teens, they wouldn't be killed by Voldemort or one of his followers if they quit, but their parents would probably punish them. Their parents expect them to be heroes, to be Death Eaters.

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I'm so curious who is going to be on the elite team but sad in another way. I'm anxious to know what town they are going to go to and what they will be doing. Scary thinking about it.
Oh, it will be a small town in the south of the United States.... hehehe, just kidding. You don't need to point your wand towards Regulus. To satisfy our curiosity, I can say Regulus and Severus will be on the elite team.

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159. Insistence and Strategy


Another day dawned after an exhausting night of training. Their whole bodies ached from the long night. Their weary eyes seemed to have been tightly glued shut and the deep blue sky added to their aches and pains when the boys crawled as best as they could to the breakfast table when Umbridge called them.

Regulus took a seat at the table between Ami and Rachel, unsuccessfully trying to smile at his girlfriend since the words "good morning" did not want to leave his mouth. Rachel, who was unnaturally sympathetic, stroked his hair and straightened the collar of her boyfriend's clothing.

'It's always a beautiful day when I'm by your side,' she said, smiling.

Regulus nodded, rested his elbow on the table and cupped his chin, yawned, and was almost dozing off when Dobby, Narcissa's house-elf, came by offering them a glass of the juice with the secret energy potion.

Two sips of juice were enough to make them wake up.

'Rachel, this juice is wonderful! It's like a good night's sleep! You should learn how to brew it!'

Rachel smiled.

'Actually, I already learned how to brew it. Mrs. Narcissa called some girls and me from the "support team" to teach us everything about this potion. Its name is pretty stupid, "Stand Up, Dead Man". It's easy to do, even though the main ingredient is a little hard to find ... Inferi's blood, you know...'

Regulus gasped.

'Oh, well... This one we've made last night while you were training,' the girl said, giving herself importance while dismissing Regulus's disgust.

'What? Oh... I mean... Very good! I'm sure it's perfect; you've always been great at brewing potions! And I'm glad you're learning something useful for our cause ...' he said after composing himself, taking her hand and interlacing his fingers in hers.

'I'm pretty happy, too. We'll have another "supporting" practice tonight. I do not know exactly what we're going to do and it does not look like your cousin will teach us; she said it'll be someone else...I can't remember her name... I'm very curious about...'

Rachel did not complete her thoughts, for at that moment Perkins took his place at the table, dressed in a knee-length swimsuit and a swimming cap. Amifidel gasped as he tried to hold back his laughter and sprayed juice all over the table.

'Oh, how disgusting!' cried Rachel, pulling out her wand and wiping it quickly, twisting her nose.

'What's he going to do today?' Regulus wondered, knowing it was a totally unnecessary question, since Perkins was already asking them to be quiet.

'I'm sure everyone here does not forget the first time you arrived at Hogwarts and made the crossing of the Black Lake on the bewitched boats, am I right? Boats are Muggle inventions, and following the cycle of lessons on how to make good use of magic on Muggle artifacts, I'll teach you how to bewitch a boat to slide on water without the use of oars.'

'Are we going to learn exactly the same spell used on Hogwarts boats, sir?' asked Pyrites.

'Not exactly, because we're going to apply temporary spells on the boats. As employees of the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office at the Ministry of Magic, we are careful only to teach you temporary spells, for we do not want a bewitched object to be overlooked in a public place and ultimately to alarm or intrigue a Muggle who finds it. In addition, permanent spells require abilities that go far beyond the school...'

The boys looked at each other.

'Fortunately we have night "camp" to remind us that we are no longer babies,' Amifidel remarked carelessly, catching Pettigrew's attention as he arrived late at the table.

Regulus, who was attentive to Amifidel's movements, nudged his friend in the ribs,

'Be quiet!'

Amifidel muttered an excuse and continued to eat as they listened attentively to Perkins's directions.

As soon as they were finished, everyone returned to their tents to put on swim outfits. Pettigrew tried unsuccessfully to stay close to Regulus and Amifidel, trying to "catch" any more hints than they might be doing in secret. He was sure the boys were hiding something, and he could not understand why his attempts to follow them had gone wrong. In fact, he did not even know if he had actually tried something, because his memories were mingled with impossible dreams. But now he was certain of what he had heard, Ami had spoken about a night camp and he knew they didn't do anything but snore at night.

Perkins took them to the edge of Loch Cluanie, where they swam and practiced spells on boats to move without the use of oars. The day was quite pleasant, sunny and cloudless, the hours flew by and everyone looked happy. After checking the small fleet of boats that the boys had bewitched and now slid to the surface, he suggested the boys take a break from spells and refresh themselves in the lake.

'You know, Ami. There are some things puzzling me ... Don't you think it's strange that Dumbledore said we were going to camp in Ireland and now we're here? And that no one has commented on the change of plans?' Regulus asked.

'Reg, they think we are a bunch of babies so they don't need to explain anything... But I read the Prophet before we came here. It looks like Ireland is under attack. I think that's why they changed the camp ...' Jack commented, joining Ami and Reg’s conversation.

'Besides we are closer to the caves and the "nocturnal activity" ...'

'Oh, that also intrigues me ... I have observed, that the landscape seems a bit different by day, doesn't it? I don't know, the lake, the mountains ... It doesn't look like there are villages nearby now ...' he said, looking around.

'Reg, you're so clever and sometimes you look so stupid,' Amifidel said, throwing water into his friend's face.

Regulus threw water back.

‘Haven’t you realized that when we enter the caves we always go through a kind of portal? That village may be miles away!'

'What cave? Did you go to a cave last night?' asked Pettigrew, who was passing by.

Regulus snorted.

'Only if it's in a dream! It was last summer ... And that's none of your business!'

'Ah, sorry ... I think there's someone calling me down there ...' Pettigrew disguised himself and walked away with a smile on his face. Now he was sure there was a nighttime activity.

‘That’s the last straw! We need to keep an eye on him. All I need is missing tonight’s training because of him.' muttered Regulus before diving into the cool, transparent water. He spotted his girlfriend's submerged legs a few feet from where he was, so he swam quickly over to her.

'Hey, Reg! I thought you were going to spend the day with the boys ...' Rachel said.

'And leave you alone here? Never!' he answered, robbing a kiss from her.

'I know I should stay out of this, but do you know what Crouch, Severus, my brother, and that disgusting Pyrites are up to? Sabrina was the one who caught my attention ... they pretended to detonate their boat and were reportedly injured, which caused Perkins to send them back to the camp.'

'Well, I don't know ... But what nonsense is this "to be out of this"? As my girlfriend, you have every right to know what happens ... As Narcissa said, you're part of the support team ...' he blinked.

'I know you're right... I was just trying to be silly as my father asked me to...'

'You'll never get silly, no matter how much you try.'

'True? So, come here, lean here," she said, bending down so that her arms were submerged and he could rest his head on her.

Regulus had barely leaned over her shoulder, Rachel turned and let him sink; laughing.

He got up quickly. He had swallowed some water, but that didn't upset him, for Rachel laughed evilly as she used to do when they met the first time, and that amused him.

'This is my girl!' he said, throwing water onto her.

Sometime later, when the sky was dyed of pink and orange, they went back to the camp and dinner was served. There was no sign of Crouch, Snape, Pyrites, and Broadmoor. Narcissa commented aloud to Dolores that it seemed they had been attacked by grindylows so they exploded the boat and got injured, and now they were with the nursing staff outside the camp. The comment reminded Perkins of a series of grindylows attacks he had witnessed, which he reported to everyone with excitement, forgetting that they had not found any creature that could have attacked the boat of the four.

After dinner, Regulus took care of tying Pettigrew in the bed as soon as the boy had fallen asleep, then, as soon as his tattoo pinched, he left the tent with the others.

'Did you curse Pettigrew so he would not wake up?' Ami asked.

'No, but I'm sure he had the same juice with Sleeping Draftish as the others. He's just going to wake up tomorrow morning. I tied him to the bed, just in case...'

Ami and Regulus followed side by side along the tortuous path indicated by the compass, the feeling that they were being followed was repeated, as it had been the night before, but there was nothing there except a mouse chased by an owl. And when they arrived at the camp, Lucius did not delay to divide the class so that they could practice new incantations, without mentioning anything about the four boys who had not arrived there. Regulus was wondering then if the grindylows accident was true when Snape appeared, accompanied by the other three. They all looked very happy.

'Ah, finally!' said Lucius. 'Everything as agreed?'

'Yes, sir,' said Crouch, 'it wasn't difficult to use the Imperio curse on those hollow heads. They now have the full conviction that those "strange people's families", that is to say witches and wizards, are responsible for the decrease in the water level of Loch Linche. It was not difficult to make them believe in the theory ... We know how to be convincing when we want ...'

'We would hardly even need the curse, but that was a bonus for us ... Very tasty ...' Pyrites laughed.

'Too bad we had to stop playing with them,' said Broadmoor, laughing.

'Play? How so?' asked Lucius, intrigued.

'Broadmoor and Pyrites decided to play a little with their puppets before sending them back to the village. They made them to dance naked and to hop on one leg. I can't deny that it was funny but ... ' Snape commented.

'Nobody saw you?' asked Rowle.

'No, just the people we supposedly found on the trail. It was very pleasant to meet Gibbon, Judson and Rosier; the Muggles did not even realize that there was something agreed upon between us. And they got really funny in those muggle scientist outfits... No one would say they were wizards. Rosier, by the way, said he'd meet us tonight ...' Severus added, looking around for the former duelling club teammate. The boy had in his face an unusual smile; his memories from what they had done amused him and he felt very proud.

'Yes, he will. Well, now that we're all together ...' Was saying Lucius, completely insensitive to Severus' change of mood, when rocks began to roll from the same spot as the previous night. He looked up, frowning, but saw nothing. He stared at Regulus.

'He drank the potion and I tied him to the bed...' explained the boy.

Lucius peered at the spot above them. It was silent again.

'Now that we're all together, let's continue our training ...'

More stones fell. Lucius pointed his wand and cast a spell into the darkness:

'Speciallis Revellio!'

Lucius had barely cast the spell when some stones began to roll down the hill again, but this time, accompanied by a boy. Peter Pettigrew. The boy rolled over and landed on Lucius' feet, who looked at that earthen body and nudged him with the tip of his shoe.

'Ouch!' said the boy, as he shrank to escape the kick.

'You?' Lucius's gaze was utter contempt. 'Stand up.' He looked out of the corner of his eyes at Regulus, but said nothing.

The scene caught others' attention. Some laughed, others whispered, but none addressed the boy. Pettigrew frowned. He did not remember meeting that young man before.

'I'm here to learn and serve, sir. I want a free world for wizards as much as anyone here ... All I want is to join you and serve the Dark Lord ...' Pettigrew said, repeating what he had told Voldemort the night before.

'Ah, you're so repetitive!'

'Excuse me, sir?'

'Nothing, forget what I said ... or rather, you'll forget what I said, whether you like it or not.'

Lucius pointed his wand at the boy's forehead and cast the spell, extracting his memory. As on the previous night, Pettigrew's gaze was glazed and expressionless.

'Severus, you know what to do ...'

Severus pursed his lips and looked at Regulus angrily. It was disappointing to him that, even after he had participated in an important mission, he still had to do those "little services." Besides, Regulus was, in his opinion, who should be Pettigrew's nanny now, since it was because of his mistake that Pettigrew was there.

'Sorry,' Regulus said, coming closer. 'I can't understand what happened. He took the sleeping potion, and I tied him to the bed as we agreed ... he couldn't get out of there ... Unless he's a smarter wizard than we think ...'

Severus looked at Pettigrew. His empty expression wasn't unlike the one that was usually on his face.

'No, something went wrong, maybe he has help ... He’s useless and would never do anything like this alone ... I don't understand, I always thought that Potter and Sirius were the ones who moved the strings of this puppet ...'

Lucius checked his watch. There was no room to their training anymore, 'If you've done everything right, we'll see a little fire in the distance ...'

'A fire?' Amifidel asked, unable to contain himself.

'Yes. Now everyone can know exactly what we are doing here ... In addition to preparing you for future battles, the Dark Lord decided to change his strategy a bit, given that due to some comments in the newspaper and some magazines, his popularity Is falling and we are losing some allies on the bases ... So while our armies distract the Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix in Ireland, where the camp would initially be, we'll get more allies here ...' Rowle commented.

'Why was the camp changed, sir?' Regulus asked.

Rowle thundered, 'It was changed by order of the Ministry, for as soon as the summer holidays began, a new magazine, called The Stare, began to give accurate information about our movements. There was an Irishman by the name of Lench who infiltrated us and began to pass this information on to the magazine. After a long hunt after that gentleman, our troops came into direct conflict with our opponents of the Ministry and the Order of the Phoenix ... These are but a bunch of lunatics led by Dumbledore ... The conflicts began around Dublin, now they are further north in Cavan ...'

'And this Lench, sir?' asked Jack.

'It seems that he ran away ... We have strong indications that he is in Argentina, under another name ... The Dark Lord sent my friend Joshua Mulciber to solve some problems with him ... Soon we will have news ... Meanwhile we keep hunting Lench's allies in Ireland ... They are minor people, but they are serving as a distraction, diverting attention from what we are preparing here and in several other cities across Britain ... Look: it has begun!'

Rowle pointed to the valley where a house caught fire. The boys turned to look.

'That's McNair's house. He and his family might be feigning despair at this moment, asking their neighbors to help them put out the fire without using magic. McNair must purposely use a little magic to make a wall fall on a muggle. He will do this so that the Muggles are not sure about the use of magic, but become suspicious. Then they'll ask for shelter from some of the wizard neighbors ...'

'Who caused the fire, sir?' Regulus asked, sitting on a rock to admire the fire.

'It was the Muggles that your friends bewitched. Rosier and his team were disguised as muggle scientists doing an analysis to explain why Loch Linche is drying up so quickly. At dusk they informed the mayor that the activities of the mill were diverting water from the lake. The mill was built two weeks ago by McNair ... It appeared "like magic" on the spot, overnight, which left the Muggles intrigued and the wizards bothered with a possible exposure. McNair enjoys great admiration for the community, so he was not reported to the Ministry ... The team of boys led by Pyrites bewitched the son of the mayor and his friends to believe that the mill had even been built with magic and that McNair's intention was to dry the lake to create a large concentration gap of dark magic ...'

'Is that there, sir, the gap with concentrated dark magic?' asked Amifidel.

'No, it's just legends the Muggles invented ... Dark magic does not need big holes to be concentrated, a single ordinary object can be used instead...' Lucius explained.

'Everything was made so that it seems that the conflict has a natural beginning, based on Muggle prejudice in relation to the use of magic ...'

'What else is going to happen today, sir?' asked Crouch, 'Are we going to go back and attack the Muggles?'

'Obviously not, not tonight. Tonight McNair is just going to sow rebellion at neighborhood wizards, and then say, "It's a shame we can't do anything, and we have to deal with this kind of attack." Judson will be in the pub making comments raising suspicions about strange activities. So tomorrow our team of boys will talk to the Muggle boys to make them suspect that McNair is really a wizard and show them the "suspicious activity" of the witch community, simple things like hanging clothes on the clothesline without touching them, children's games that let magic escape because they don't know how to refrain ... All those things that they are not accustomed to see. This time we will not use magic on the boys, as we know they are going to be examined by Ministry warlocks after the conflict and we don't want to leave traces. Our team will incite fear in the Muggles, so they attack the other witch houses tomorrow night ...'

'And then?' asked Mulciber.

'Then we're going to save the wizards and get the Muggles to run. The Dark Lord will be the one to save McNair's baby. It will be a very touching scene.'

'Are we going to participate in this conflict?'

'Yes, as a training ... So more witches will see the importance of having their children trained to protect...'

In the distance, the fire died away. It wasn't long before Rosier appeared covered in soot.

'All right, sir. Everything happened as agreed. McNair and his family are at Hewson's house, Lord Voldemort's most fervent community opponent. Judson and Gibbon are still in the pub drinking and singing with the Muggles; and I'm supposed to be sleeping in the inn.'

'And our staff at the Ministry must arrive tomorrow at what time?' asked Rowle.

'Ten o'clock. They will ignore the attack and leave, as agreed. I relayed the agreement with Nott and Travers this morning before I came from London.' said Rosier.

'What about the other attacks?' asked Lucius.

'They're all on schedule. Yesterday’s appearance of the Dark Lord at that town near Canterbury saving a witch family from another Muggle attack was a success. It's the only thing talked about in Kent. Gibbon was there.'

'Perfect! Let's go to work tonight,' Rowle exclaimed. 'Lucius, go with Rosier to report the night to our Lord while I make the selection of boys who will be working tomorrow.'

Rosier and Lucius said goodbye and Apparated. The boys looked at each other excitedly; everyone wanted to be chosen. They felt important now that they knew about the whole plan and worked even harder on the tasks Rowle proposed until dawn.

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Hey Ivana, thanks for another great chapter. It makes me sad that I am so long overdue getting around to commenting on it. I have been very sick and was unable to do anything, even visit with my daughter and her family who were down for vacation. But, I am out of bed and doing better now so I'll try to get a comment posted for you. I'll do my best to make a pleasing comment as your wonderful story deserves one.
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Another day dawned after an exhausting night of training. Their whole bodies ached from the long night. Their weary eyes seemed to have been tightly glued shut and the deep blue sky added to their aches and pains when the boys crawled as best as they could to the breakfast table when Umbridge called them.
You would think I was right there with them because this is exactly how I felt the past three weeks. I'm doing better now and hopefully the guys will be able to get a pick me up so they can do what is expected of them.
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Narcissa's house-elf, came by offering them a glass of the juice with the secret energy potion.
Ah yes, the pick me up I was talking about.
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'No, but I'm sure he had the same juice with Sleeping Draftish as the others. He's just going to wake up tomorrow morning. I tied him to the bed, just in case...'
This should make them wonder how Pettigrew was able to show up at the camp if he does.
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Ami and Regulus followed side by side along the tortuous path indicated by the compass, the feeling that they were being followed was repeated, as it had been the night before, but there was nothing there except a mouse chased by an owl.
YES! Don't forget about this and the other times a rat showed up just before or during the journey to the caves. (Ah hem... I'm speaking to Regulus and not the wonderful writer of this ff.)

Sorry, I got carried away rereading the evil plans of the Death Eaters and Voldemort and forgot to make comments on it. It's sad that all is going as planned for the evil withes.
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'Perfect! Let's go to work tonight,' Rowle exclaimed. 'Lucius, go with Rosier to report the night to our Lord while I make the selection of boys who will be working tomorrow.'

Rosier and Lucius said goodbye and Apparated. The boys looked at each other excitedly; everyone wanted to be chosen. They felt important now that they knew about the whole plan and worked even harder on the tasks Rowle proposed until dawn.
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need more! Hope you're able to post your next chapter soon.

Thanks for your tremendously well written story, Ivana. I'm loving it and am always sorry when the chapter is done. Post when you can.
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Hello dear friends! I apologize for not having posted a new chapter before, but the truth is that I was not into posting the one I had written, so I rewrote it until it fit my expectations.
I'm very happy Connie always has a sweet word to tell me after all the work I have writing my story and I'm very thankful to her for that.
Connie, I'm happy you're feeling better now. I read a lot at the comments you made and I'm happy Regulus wasn't able to read them and Peter's secret is still safe.
I hope you and the other readers I might have have fun reading this new chapter. As the title suggests, it's inspired on Newt's book.
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160. Fantastic Beasts… Where to Find Them?


Perkins was upset when he went to his tent that night. He couldn't figure out why the teens were not into the activities he had planned for the day. Poor man! He didn’t know they were looking forward to joining Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters in the big nocturnal event. He wondered, "Who wouldn't enjoy making sculptures of mud and, after that, a healthy mud war, finishing with a big dive in the lake?" He would love it, but the teens spent all day long making faces every time he suggested a new activity... That was definitely the last time he would cope with teens, he wouldn't do it anymore, no matter whether it was Dumbledore or the Ministry of Magic himself asking him. Feeling disheartened, he fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Regulus and his friends were almost ready for battle. In the dark tent, the boys anxiously checked their wrists for the compass as they organized things in order to get out to what they believed would be the greater adventure of their lives.

'Do you think the plan will work out?' Amifidel asked while pulling his wand in and out the pocket of his pants repeatedly, testing his own agility.

'Of course it will. Didn't you hear what Severus said?' Regulus replied as he tightened the ropes that held Peter Pettigrew, apparently unconscious, to his bed. 'Muggles bit the bait right away and spent the day mulling over McNair's responsibility on the drained lake. And McNair took care of being seen pulling his wand to make the wall fall on the Muggles. They can't understand, but they are sure there is magic involved in the accident...'

'But the rest of magical population isn't mad at Mcnair?' insisted Ami.

'No, it seems he made a good excuse and used a spare wand for them to test the Prior Incantatem... that spell that shows the last spells cast by that wand ...' he explained as he noticed Ami frowning, 'That innocent wand was enough for the others to believe he was indeed innocent and that the Muggle's suspicions have no basis.'

'Rosier is going to stir up the Muggles at the pub ...' Severus commented as he pulled the ropes that bound Pettigrew to check if they were fastened.

'Good... Is everybody well-trained with shield spells?' Ami asked.

'Ami, we've done this a lot of times in the duelling club ... What are you afraid of?' asked Jack in a mocking voice, lying on the bed, as he casted small balls against the tent roof.'

'Well, we never fought the Aurors or the Order of the Phoenix before ...'

'Mr. Malfoy said they weren't aware of the situation here ... and besides, it's a simultaneous operation in thirteen cities, even if they knew they couldn't be able to figure it out ...' Jack said, more to himself than to Ami as he tried to disguise the tremor in the hand holding his wand.

'It's time!' Regulus said, sensing the compass activated in his wrist.

'Everybody ready?' asked Mulciber.

'Yes,' replied the boys.

They left the tent in a long line.

The trek towards the meeting point was permeated by noisy conversations. It was difficult for them to contain their excitement.

Lucius was waiting for them outside the cave, his eyes fixed on the village farther down the valley. There were houses burning, people running from one place to another. Muggles were in greater number and armed.

'What are we waiting for, sir?" asked Pyrites.

'We're waiting for a sign ...'

'Red sparks?' Jack inquired.

'No, of course not. There will be some kind of blasting in the pub. This is the sign that Rosier will send when it's time... and if the time comes...'

The boys shivered a little. The excitement of entering into a "real" battle made them shortly forget that this was a very well-orchestrated and timed operation. If it worked Lord Voldemort would get allies even among those who were faithful to the Ministry. They had to wait, as it would only work if they arrived when all the wizards were utterly hopeless and desperate; when the Muggles had already begun committing atrocities. Only then would Voldemort and his followers be seen like heroes.

The boys looked impatiently at the burning village. Any little spark that rose to the sky was interpreted as an explosion and celebrated noisily.

'No not yet! Calm down!' Lucius ordered; losing his temper.

Another twenty minutes passed when, at last, there was an intense flash. It was the pub going to the air.

'Now we go?' Mulciber asked, rising from the ground where he had sat minutes ago.

'No, wait for the Death Eaters.'

Dark figures Apparated among the houses in flames. Multi-coloured flashes of light came out of his wands.

'Now, come on!'

Lucius and the boys began to walk down towards the valley when they heard a voice:

'Sir, please!'

'You?' cried Lucius, stopping without turning back. 'Such incompetence, Severus! I expected more from you and Regulus!'

The boys froze and looked back. Some of them wielded wands, which made Pettigrew cringe.

'I don't know where you know me from, sir. But when I realized that Severus was being kind to me, offering me a glass of juice, I thought it best not to drink, I just pretended to drink ... I had gone to bed when I heard a conversation ... They asked if I was already asleep or If it was better to offer me another glass of juice. I was curious, because no one ever cares if I'm sleeping, if I'm thirsty ... I was sure they were up to something, so I put my wand hidden under my body. Then I pretended to be asleep. My suspicions were confirmed: Regulus tied me to the bed ... Then I waited for them to leave, I let go and I followed them ... I might have just been watching, sir, but I saw that you are going to protect those wizards down there. I want to join you!'

Lucius turned and looked at the boy, whose features were strange.

'I can help, Sir! Ask Severus, he knows how good I am with jinxes and curses,' shouted the boy, desperately.

Snape shrugged.

'I know how to defend myself, I know how to attack, and I am totally against the wizarding secrecy decree. I want to become a Death Eater, sir! Let me help!'

Pettigrew's burst of courage inspired Lucius in an unexpected decision:

'Let's go then. Join us and prove your worth. Go ahead.'

Snape looked at Lucius in disbelief. Lucius narrowed his eyes mischievously and whispered:

'He'll not last five minutes down there, let the Muggles solve this issue for us. And we'll regret we were not fast enough ... ha ha.'

Severus smirked in response. At least Lucius would not report to Voldemort about Pettigrew's new visit because of his failure to keep him imprisoned.

The excitement was such that the boys did not bother that they were walking down the hill, tripping on some Bludger-sized pebbles or Quaffle-sized boulders that would send them to the ground.

Pettigrew was glowing, his eyes fixed on the burning village. The closer he came, the more the burning houses grew in his retina, in a manner inversely proportional to his courage and the speed of his steps. Gradually the little boy gave way to the others, until he found himself alone behind the small crowd of teenagers wizards thirsting to use their knowledge in a real battle. He shrank to a corner and stared for a moment at the dark silhouettes of the others.

'I knew your determination would fail at the first opportunity.'

The very familiar voice came from someone just behind him.

'Sev ... Severus?' He asked, turning around. Severus had his wand pointed at him. Pettigrew frowned, 'What are you saying? Aren't you here, too? Coward...' he spat.

'Petrificus Totallus!'

Severus's spell struck the boy's chest, which then fell to the ground, sliding a few yards over the loose pebbles. Severus walked up to him, waved his wand in the air and produced a glowing object like a signal used in caves. He lifted the boy anyway and set him sitting against a huge rock.

'Petrificus Totallus!'

He cast the spell again; uncertain about the outcome, but hoping it would make it harder to reverse.

'Idiot! I stayed behind to watch you! Though I wish for your harm, I can't lose everything by letting the Muggles hurt you,' he said, looking at Pettigrew's still body. He snorted and then looked forward. 'Imbecile, because of you I'm late. People are already arriving in the village!'

Severus took one last look at the boy and hurried toward the flare of the flames ahead. It was time to hear from Lucius the latest directions on where and how to attack:

'... Exactly as the Dark Lord foresaw: at the slightest sign of the use of magic, Muggles turn against the wizards ... Glad we are here to help ... You will notice there, a group of witches with their children. They are probably following the guidance of the Ministry of never confronting Muggles with magic, so they are not wielding wands. I want you to go there and attack with paralysing spells. Tie the Muggles, but let them have a chance to see what they did to the wizards ... Give them a chance to repent ... if they untie themselves and attack again, you can attack with everything you know except The Unforgivable Curses; remember that you are being watched and you must look like innocent children saving a community. Don't kill anyone; we want witnesses of what is happening. The more Muggles you run away to sow the hatred around, the better. The rest of you will put out the fire. Pyrites and Mulciber, you organize this group against the fire. Go to the houses hardest hit first to give time for others to burn ... Save the domestic animals. Regulus, you command the capture and rescue of pets. When you're done, you can join the others in direct confrontation. Without mercy, but without deaths, don't forget.'

Severus looked at the scattered groups and then at Lucius.

'Where were you, Snape?'

'Taking care of Pettigrew. He was trying to give up ...'

Lucius laughed.

'I knew he'd do so... Where did you leave him?'

'Back there. I put a light signal in him so we don't lose the idiot in the dark. I thought I'd get him back later.'

'Good thinking. Join the others. Paralyzing spells, school curses, did you hear?'

'Yes ... Yes ... I got it ...'

Severus scampered toward the group of wizards who were under threat, joining with Avery, Broadmoor, and the others. Regulus, Mulciber, and Pyrites moved to the side of the burning houses.

Regulus was very annoyed; he wanted to be among those who would save the wizards.

'Beasts!' he grunted as he rescued a cat that had stuck its claws so deep into a tree that Regulus saw no alternative but to use magic to save the pet.

'Relaxio!'

The cat fell to the ground and was about to start running when Regulus waved his wand again,

'Petrificus Totallus!'

He picked up the cat, conjured up a small cage and threw the pet into the cage, as if throwing some leftover in the bin.

'I hope the others are less fond of trees than you,' he said, raising an eyebrow and hiding from the fun of the.

The boy looked back. Severus and the others advanced on the Muggles. Spells made them fall one by one onto the ground; invisible ropes pivoted others headlong. For Regulus, it was an interesting scene to see. He thought Muggle bodies resembled pieces of domino as they fell to the ground and others looked like flags waving in the air. Regulus twisted the corner of his mouth. Jealousy corroded him: standing there capturing cats, frogs, owls, and dropping chickens was not up to par. Even Dumbledore had already given him a medal! He believed he deserved more.

He looked over his shoulder again: the boys seemed to enjoy themselves. He looked at the other side: some Death Eaters got heavier in their attacks, jets of light cutting through the darkness. The sound of the battle and the fire crackling in the houses were intense. Someone was crying not far from there. The boy snorted, it was not a pet, so he couldn't do anything.

He knew: there was no use regretting not being part of the elite group to which he should belong and not doing his job, or he would be accused of being incompetent. He could even imagine the scene: Lucius looking at him with contempt, "if you are not able to carry out simple tasks as tying a boy to bed or capturing animals, how do you expect to be a Death Eater?"

Regulus looked around. It would be easier if he had some help. A little further on, Amifidel was looking at the flames as if in trance.

'Help me here, Ami.'

His friend took a few moments to realize that Regulus was calling him. Then he turned and rushed to meet him, in an exaggerated act, as if he had been frightened.

'What are you up to, Reg?'

'I need help to catch some pets. It's a little rough because of the mess ... They are afraid of...'

'That's right. What do I do?'

'Let's use all our knowledge about magical creatures to capture them ...'
'You mean all of your knowledge, right? You're the animal expert here and you memorised that Fantastic Beasts book ... Tell me what to do because I have no idea.'

Amifidel's statement lit the flame of his pride, and Regulus ignited. “So that was why he had been assigned to rescue the animals? For being the one who knows everything about animals! Yes, he could do that.”

'Where are Jack and John?'

'They're putting out the fire with others...'

'Crouch?'

'Somewhere else...'

Regulus looked around; they would need someone else to help. There was a silhouette of a boy squatting nearby in the shadows.

'Hey, boy! Come here.'

A small boy, about five years old and with slightly scorched red hair, emerged from the shadows. He looked at them suspiciously. Regulus stood tensely, his wand clenched, pointing to the floor. If it was a Muggle, in the sight of the wand, he would run away, but this one approached. There was soot on his face and on his body so much so that he looked like a tabby.

'You live here?' Regulus asked.

'Yes ... who are you?' asked the boy, looking at Amifidel and Regulus.

'We came to help ... We are looking for the pets to rescue them ... You have some pet that you like very much, I suppose ...'

The little boy nodded. Regulus continued,

'People already have a lot to worry about with these burning houses; I guess they did not have time to get their pets ... Poor things! So we are here. Do you know what animals we have around here? I could only find this cat ... ' he said, pointing towards the cage with the cat.

'This is my neighbour’s cat,' said the boy. 'He ... is he dead?' He asked interested.

'No, I only bewitched him so he would not be afraid anymore...'

'Ah ...' the boy sighed and felt he could trust Regulus. 'I have a brown cat like that, my mother has a brown owl that was in the cage, and we also have a niffler. It's not brown... it's black, or it was, it's already a bit old ... it's sooty ...'

Regulus raised an eyebrow: “A pet with sooty hair! This definitely wouldn't help ...”

'Where’s your house? Are your pets in there?'

'That's the one there ... I think they are in... I was looking to see if any of them could escape ...'

The house was partially collapsed and there was still a part of it burning.

Regulus and Amifidel ran toward the house. The boy followed them. Sensing danger, Regulus said, 'Ami, stay here with the boy. I'll go inside and see if I can find the owl and the niffler. Cats’ are smart, it must be far away now... cast some more cages, we'll need ...'

Amifidel held the boy by the arms so that he would not enter the burning house, 'You'll stay here with me to take care of the pets he catches. Rest assured, my friend is very good with animals and will soon be back.'

Regulus covered his nose with the collar of his robe and entered the house. Suddenly the noise outside seemed to have muted replaced with the sound of the creaking of furniture and walls. Regulus felt fear, his eyes burning with intense heat. The flames had already burned the area of the rooms and approached the kitchen. The boy tried not to think about anything else, focusing on what he was doing there: he had to rescue pets. He would not fail in this mission he had been given. Not now, when so much was at stake.

Quickly he jumped the debris and reached the kitchen floor, everything smoked. He looked sideways and found the cage with the owl on a counter. The owl was lying at the bottom of the cage; it was not possible to tell if it was dead or fainted. The boy took a dishcloth, dipped it in the sink and covered the cage, then looked sideways; there was no sign of any more animals in the house.

'A niffler...'

Regulus closed his eyes and saw the image of Newt Scamander's book "burrowing creatures... a penchant for anything shiny." This should not dwell in a burrow, since it was a pet. Regulus looked around again, and then smiled. He knew what to do. He opened a drawer. Luckily, it was filled with cutlery. He took a lot and threw them into the sink, producing a very loud sound of metal. A cabinet door opened and a long muzzle peered out. Regulus pointed his wand at the sink,

'Lumos!'

The gleam of metal was enough to attract the niffler, which threw itself over them. In a rapid movement, the young wizard pointed his wand at the animal and petrified him. Then he took the owl in the cage with one hand and put the pet under his other arm. He was just about to walk out the door when the stopper collapsed spitting sparks everywhere. Regulus fell to the floor. There was fire all around him and his wand had fallen from his hand in the fall. Determined not to die there, he got up again, grabbed the cage and niffler against his chest and looked around to see through where he could get out.

It was when then a spurt of icy water ran down his body. Behind the curtain of fire that rose through the entrance of the house, he could see his friend Amifidel pointing his wand at him.

'This way!'
Regulus ran to his friend and handed him the owl and the niffler.

'Ami, my wand. I need to go back!'

'Reg, no! Use the m ...'

Ami did not finish the sentence. After a few seconds of pure fear for his friend, he was still staring paralyzed at the burning debris where Regulus had disappeared when he saw water pouring from inside the house. Regulus had recovered his wand and returned to meet him.

The little boy reached out and removed the cloth that covered the cage, while Ami set it down on the floor beside the cat's cage.

'Is she dead?' he asked, his eyes filling with tears.

Regulus approached, put his hand inside the cage and took the owl. He placed her close to his face and felt the animal still breathing. At the same time, he looked around. There were still many burning houses, figures of people running down the road in cars, bicycles and on foot, while others were fighting. The conflict seemed far from the end. People were screaming and others were crying as a group moved toward the wizards that cast spells that cut through the dark night.

'No, she just needs some fresh air. Just like your niffler and you.'

Regulus pointed to a tree on the opposite side of the street, about 100 meters away.

'Ami, take them there near that tree. It looks like they'll be safe there, away from the mess. I'll be back as soon as I rescue the animals from neighbours ....'

Amifidel nodded and then shook his wand and set the cages to float. He was already pulling away when Regulus shouted,

'Boy, what are the animals I'm looking for? Any dangerous ones?'

The little boy went running back to Regulus and enumerated with his fingers:

'There are puffskein, nifflers, cats, owls, frogs, some rats, dogs and crups, ducks and chickens ... Nothing too dangerous. My neighbour on the right has five puffskeins, on the left, two cats, one you have already picked up and a ...'

'You tell me later. I'll get the puffskein ones.'

Regulus ran toward the house on the right. He felt triumphant with the first results.

In this house, the fire seemed to have started in the kitchen, so that the living room and the bedrooms were not yet fully taken by the flames, but by the smoke. Right away Regulus began to cough. Quickly, he conjured up a kind of gas mask that looked more like a huge soap bubble that wrapped his entire head in time with a non-verbal spell. It reminded him of his father, who had taught the spell to avoid Sirius' farts. The air was very pleasant inside the bubble.

Where to find puffskeins? He couldn't remember anything about them other than they were cute, small and liked to eat mucus from the nose. He undid his mask and blew his nose into his hand, replacing the mask next. Nothing happened. He stretched his arm and spent some time stretching and squeezing the snot between his index finger and thumb to see if he could attract the animals. It didn't work, so he wiped his hand on his pants and gave up trying to attract the little animals, who were probably too scared to feel hungry.

In one corner of the room was a sofa covered with cushions. Puffskein were cute, maybe they liked cute things, he thought. He walked quickly there and lifted the cushions. He found three of them, which he quickly stuffed into his pockets. He went to the bedrooms, found the other two under the covers of the double bed, and stuffed them in his pockets as well. Triumphant, he jumped out the window and ran to Ami, who was happy to pick up the little animals. They were now buzzing loudly, grateful for being saved.

As soon as Regulus was released from the last puffskein that licked his snotty pants vigorously, he turned his back on Ami and ran toward the next house. This one was with flames all around, so that Regulus only managed to enter through a window in the cellar. The basement was crowded with old cauldrons and daggers, swords, spears, cleats, and axes. Whose house would this be? As he walked toward the stairs, some rats ran between his legs, but none of them seemed to be a pet. Regulus, however, conjured up a ladder with tiny steps for the animals to leave through the window that he had entered, because he did not want them to go up to the house with him, disrupting his task.

The stairs creaked with each step and the door at the top looked locked.

'Alohomora!'

The door was one of the few intact things in the house. Regulus looked both ways down the corridor and saw only smoke and flames. The heat was intense. What animal would he find there? Not alive, that was for sure. It was then that he heard the sound of a cough coming from across the corridor. There was something there. He walked slowly and then heard a baby crying. What kind mother would leave a baby behind? He thought about his mother; Mrs Walburga would never do that. He felt sorry about the baby.

He carefully pushed the door open and saw a cradle wrapped in a bubble very similar to the one he had conjured around his own head. Next to the cradle there was a little house-elf rocking back and forth while murmuring:

'He must not leave, Zobi should not leave. He must stay and take care of the baby and his things until the wizard arrives ...'

Regulus approached the cradle. There was a baby lying there. The boy took him in his arms, wrapped him in a blanket and said to the elf, holding out his hand:

'Let's get out of here, it's not safe.'

The elf looked at him and raged,

'You must not take the boy from the cradle; my lord does not want another to save him!'

And he pulled the baby with his tiny hands from Regulus's arms.

"What was happening to that elf? Had he inhaled too much smoke?!" Regulus thought, he did not believe that was happening.

The flames drew nearer and the heat became unbearable. Regulus regretted that he did not know how to Apparate, or he would have taken the baby and the elf out. A part of the ceiling fell beside them, spreading fiery sparks everywhere.

'Let's get out of here or we'll die!' he shouted.

At that moment, the flames around them turned green and then very blue, and then they froze. Lord Voldemort turned the window of the room to a door and entered through, his very dark green cloak flickering and fluttering in the wind. He walked straight to them, showed no concern for the situation.

'Very well, boy. I'll take it from here. You can hand me the baby.'

That was when Regulus understood what was happening. That was Mcnair's baby, who was planned to be saved by Lord Voldemort, “causing great commotion among the witch community”. He delivered the baby immediately.

'You must not be seen with me. Get out on the other side.'

'Yes, sir,' he said, lowering his head.

Voldemort turned around and left the house majestically, carrying the baby in his arms. As soon as he left, the flames burned again. The elf stood still.

'Come on, we have to get out of here!'

The elf did not move.

'My lord said Zobi to take care of his baby and his things. Zobi should not leave.'

Regulus was irritated. He thought of Kreacher. He had already persuaded his elf to do things against his mother's orders.

'You're a slave, right? You belong to Mr. McNair, right?'

The elf nodded.

'Then you must leave. You belong to McNair; you're one of his things. If you die you will have failed to take care of his things.'

The elf's eyes widened. Then he picked up a box of mother-of-pearl that was under the baby's cradle, and then he took the boy's hand and Disapparated to the outside of the house.

A moment later Regulus felt the fresh air on his skin. He was triumphant.
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Hello! I have a new chapter to post today and being here is a thing that always makes me feel good... But I'm particularly concerned today after the massive earthquake in Mexico and the hurricane in Caribbean isles, which is going now to Florida. I hope my Latin American and North American friends (the ones I know and everyone I still don't know) can be safe. Material possessions always can be replace. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
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161. The End of the Party


It was difficult to say for sure how long the confrontation lasted, or how long the boys fought against the flames, or how long Regulus took rescuing the beasts; it seemed like forever and everyone felt exhausted when things began to quiet down.

There were many more animals in the houses than the little boy had told Regulus, most likely because some of them were illegal and lived hidden in the basements and others were multiplying so fast that they could be called a small infestation.

It was almost dawning. Regulus and Amifidel were in front of the cages, handing the animals over to their owners, while they listened to the comments of the wizards and witches on what had happened in the village.

'How did you find out we needed help?' asked a tall man with scorched whiskers.

'You-Know-Who is always aware of what happens in the wizarding world. We were in training and when the warning signal sounded for us, we came here.' Amifidel answered promptly.

'So you're in a kind of training? For fight or for help?' asked the owner of the first cat that Regulus had rescued. The cat was now digging his nails into the cage floor and resisting leaving his safe haven. 'Relaxio!' Cast the lady, pointing her wand at the animal, which gave way instantly. 'It's so good to use a wand without fear of being seen by the Muggles,' she murmured to herself.

'Yes we are.' Regulus replied, 'for situations like this.'
The woman pressed the cat to her breast and sighed:

'It's a relief to know that someone is really worrying about us, while the Ministry does nothing... These Muggles ... cannot be trusted: they are our friends, our neighbors, but for some little thing they attack us and accuse us of things ...'

'They are very dangerous!' agreed another neighbor, hugging her little son as she picked up her owl. 'How would we suppose such a thing? Being attacked by our own neighbors…'

'It must be something in their blood ...' commented the cat owner, wrinkling her nose as if there was something rotten nearby.

'That's why we do the training so we can defend ourselves and protect ourselves," Regulus said.

'You are absolutely right ... We lived in peace with them, we would never imagine they could do such a thing ...' said a fat man who approached to get his crup, a kind of magic dog that was mad at the presence of that lady's other four cats.

'They never saw anything, they did not realize the magic cast before their eyes ... and suddenly... They can see and begin to chase us like medieval knights,' said the little boy's mother who had helped Regulus.

'Crazy!' said the boy's father, already lifting his son to his lap.

'It was very lucky You-Know-Who was attentive,' said the neighbor.

'We would not survive without his help,' McNair's wife said, approaching with her baby in her lap. Mr. McNair came limping behind his wife. 'He saved my baby, did you see? What a good man! I wanted to thank him so much, but he's gone ...'

'The real heroes are like that; they do not wait to be complimented, the satisfaction of their duty is enough for them ... What a good man ... What a good man ... How could we understand? So many lies told about him in the Prophet ...' said a witch as Amifidel handed her owl to her.

'But to denigrate the image of this man is the work of the Minister, he has power and knows that a man so good and who only wants the good of the wizarding community would be the best for us. We need someone like that in the Ministry, someone who really cares about us ...' said the woman, owner of the cats.

The conversation continued as Lord Voldemort had planned, with the wizarding community grateful for his and his army's help. Regulus and Amifidel felt that they could explode with such pride that inflated their chests upon hearing the words of gratitude from the community and the gestures and words of approval of some Death Eaters who were passing by.

'Time to go back to camp, boys. You have just under an hour until Mrs. Umbridge's alarm goes off. The others are gone. Hurry up ... Um ... and good work, everything went perfectly well tonight.' Lucius finished, turning his back on them as he watched the crowd of witches and wizards leaving the small village in ruins, carrying their belongings.

Gradually the details of what happened that night were shared among the teenagers, and like a patchwork, the story was forming in their minds. The boys completed the flaws in the plot with a good deal of imagination and fantasy, making it sounding better than it indeed was. They felt proud of having participated in the action. Lord Voldemort's logic was settled to them and was held to be absolute truth: they believed that the forged trigger would only have served to control and combat the confrontation in time to avoid further damage to the witch community, since the confrontation was inevitable, since the Muggles were like a bomb about to explode.

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The day after the event was quite calm compared to the previous ones. Early that day, at breakfast, Mulciber had received a letter. The envelope read, "Open only when everyone is together and away." The teenager knew Lucius' handwriting, knew he could not open it in the camp. As soon as he could, he told the others about the letter, as discreetly as possible, to see if anyone would have an idea of how to get together to read it.

Perkins did not leave them alone since he had read about the event in the village, fearing that "something bad" might happen to them. The Daily Prophet had reported that "some completely insane Muggles had been seen in the area and were pursuing witches in a hunt in a medieval way".

'Mister Perkins,' Regulus called.

Perkins, who was busy dismantling a pocket radio while he waited for the boys to decipher the radio's operating instructions manual; he did not take his eyes off the components scattered on the table, now that he had finally managed to use the Phillips screwdriver.

'Weasley makes it looks so easy ... sorry, boy, what did you say?'

'Sir, the boys and I would like some fun on the lake tonight ...'

'Well, I had planned to bewitch some lamps so that they would dance to light up the night as we listened to some music on the radio, just after dinner, here at the camp ... But if you want to, taking the necessary precautions, we can do that on the lake's edges.'

'We were thinking about something different ... We wanted to do an only-boys-thing, if you do not mind ...'

'In that case, I can ask the Mrs. Malfoy and Mrs. Umbridge to stay with the girls while I go along you to the lake ...'

'We wanted to swim naked, sir.'

Perkins got very uneasy. He did not want to thwart the expectations of the boys, at the same time that being an adult he would not accompany them in such an experience.

'I see...'

The man put the screwdriver and the radio's dial on the table, before looking at the boy.

'At other times I would find it amusing to let you go, but after the events of last night ... I do not think it prudent to leave a bunch of teenagers to put themselves in a lake through the night without an adult ... Nor do I think it right to offer myself to go along, do not get me wrong.'

'We could cast protective spells ... You can go with us, look at the place; if it looks safe, we cast protective spells and you can come back to the camp. I promise not to let any stray sheep come out of protection.'

Perkins studied Regulus's pleading eyes for a few minutes. It was hard to deny anything to such a good boy.

'It's ok. I'll go with you, I'll make sure you're safe and then I'll come back. You do know how to cast red sparkles in the air to request some help, don't you?'

'Any Black knows; Black mothers are overly protective mothers. Thank you for trusting me, sir. Nothing is going to happen; no Muggle can go through protective shields. And you're very efficient at launching them.'

The man laughed.

'Flattering, as always.'

'I'm just telling the truth, sir...by the way, how are you doing with the radio?'

Perkins looked at the table.

'So, as far as I can understand, this small radio is nothing more than the big radio we have at home, only in smaller size ...'

'And?'

'And... Well ... It's been decades since we bewitched the first radios and used them without the energy-supply in our homes. We even sell without the power cord! But this one comes wireless and was bought in a Muggle shop ... I don't understand, how do they work if Muggles can't use magic?'

Regulus smiled. This information he had just read in the manual.

'This radio uses an energy storage device, called battery. It needs four batteries. Look, here in that compartment, they put those batteries here. This way they provide the energy for operation. They did not sell pocket radios and batteries together?'

Perkins took the brown paper parcel he'd set aside on the table. There were four large batteries. He took them out of the pack and examined them carefully.

'Does the manual explain how they work? '

'Unfortunately, no, sir ... Maybe if you have a manual for the batteries, if that exists, since they are extra components ...'

Perkins looked into the package that was empty.

'No batteries manual available... I think you're right ... But on the other hand, it should not be an accessory, since it is fundamental to the operation of the radio when used by Muggles ...'

Regulus laughed,

'You are quite right! Who understands these Muggles? They don't follow logic!' Noticing Perkins' reaction to his biased comment, the boy hastened to say, 'thanks Merlin we don't need such batteries. All we have to know is that they exist so we are able to bewitch the radio properly, aiming the wand straight at the energy channel, right, sir?'

His comment had the expected effect, the man turned his attention to the parts of the radio scattered on the table.

'Well, now that I know how the pocket radio works, which is exactly the same as conventional a radio, I can rebuild and test it.'

Perkins had not realized why, but somehow he felt very comfortable waving his wand to reassemble the artifact, even if his initial proposal was to dismantle and restore it in "the Muggle way", by using tools with his own hands.

A few hours later, after dinner, Perkins accompanied the boys to the lake. The fact that some of the boys had declined the invitation to go along with them seemed quite normal to him, since he could not demand of everyone a courageous attitude in the face of recent events and he himself was not sure that he should keep his promise, for he concerned that "an irrational Muggle might appear." By no means had he suspected the real reason some boys gave up. At no point did he realize that Mulciber was practicing here and there his ability to cast the Imperio Curse on the boys.

As they reached the edge of the lake, Perkins cast protective spells and determined how far the boys could swim safely, then said goodbye to them and walked away a little, satisfyingly realizing that he no longer knew how to return to the point where he had left them.

The teens took off their clothes and threw themselves into the lake, all but Mulciber, who carefully stepped in to read Lucius's message without getting it wet. The cold water made them shiver a little, producing little waves here and there. On the surface of the water, the starry night looked like a gathering of dancing fireflies. The boys formed a circle around Mulciber, who read the letter proudly for having such a task. This time it was he, Mulciber, who received the important message, not Black. He looked at Regulus with the corner of his eyes before clearing his throat.

Among praises and words of encouragement the letter said that the meetings were suspended for a while. Since the whole plan had been a success and now it was up to the more experienced Death Eaters to follow up on the plan to value their cause, the teens were officially on vacation.

'What do you mean, vacation? After everything we've done?' cried Crouch, splashing water everywhere furiously.

'Didn't you hear what the letter said? We'll be called in the future. We must wait and rest for now... Enjoy our holidays as normal wizards ... I think it's good, have some time to date, Rachel is missing me ...' answered Regulus.
Crouch rolled his eyes irritably. Regulus laughed ironically, knowing that the other had no girlfriend and talking about it bothered him.

'Well, resting is going to be good ... A pity that our tattoos are going to disappear, I wanted to show it to my father ...' Pyrites commented with Broadmoore who was standing beside him, looking at their forearms, where they could no longer perceive anything.

'Too bad. Anyway, does anyone know what happened to Pettigrew? He's so "normal" ... ' Regulus asked curiously.

Snape, who had been quiet until then, watching the others, replied,

'We are free of him for some time. He won a click from the Dark Lord, the marionette who is ...'

'How so?'

'The click, a very powerful and very interesting spell. He had his memories and even his intentions in being with us completely erased. But as an on-off switch, it can be undone if one day the Dark Lord desires or judges that it is useful to undo, so that he may use his inclination to the dark side at an opportune moment. I heard him comment that for now Pettigrew is useless ...'

'Hehehe! As if we did not already know that! He's totally useless, a waste of space!' interrupted Avery, laughing loudly.

'But is not such a click dangerous? What if Dumbledore or someone else breaks the spell?' Jack asked apprehensively.

'Only the one who cast the spell can undo it, so we are free to eternity ... Lord Voldemort will never find any use for Pettigrew,' Snape replied, matter-of-factly.

'What good news!' Regulus exclaimed. 'It was horrible having such a disgusting boy by my side every time! I don't know how my br...' Remembering his brother made him slightly sad.

'Now, how about a little swimming and forgetting about life?' Amifidel suggested, nudging Regulus on the ribs.

Sometime later, they went back to the camp, singing joyfully along the path parodies of sexual connotations of the camp songs that Perkins had taught them on the earlier nights. They laughed earnestly, when, upon arriving at the camp, they noticed a group of grumpy wizards talking to Perkins and Umbridge. Narcissa was distant of this group and seemed to amuse herself with the rest of the teenagers, around the bonfire, bewitching lanterns as planned.

'So you did not see anything?' asked a tall, bald and scarred man.

'No, fortunately, no. Here we had quiet days and nights, no one left the camp ...' Perkins replied.

The man looked suspiciously at the arriving boys.

'Oh no. That was an exception I opened for them tonight, I took them to the lake, cast protective spells so they could swim a little ... There is no harm in feeling a little freedom, is there?'

'They are all well-behaved and educated. These children are very enthusiastic, and I think they will bring good memories from here,' said Umbridge. 'Did you say it was kids helping You-Know-Who? Where exactly did it happen?' she asked, as she nodded to the boys who passed by and told them to go to the fire area.

Noticing the presence of Barty Crouch Junior among the boys, the bald man relaxed. There would be nothing too suspicious in a group which included the son of the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Regulus and Severus feigned interest in the pile of radios left beside Perkins's tent to continue listening to the conversation.

'Two miles north. A lake dried up, the population revolted against the wizards and, according to a friend, Death Eaters accompanied by children defended them ... Would you mind if I talk to some of your boys?'

'No, of course not,' said Perkins.

'But you're saying that Death Eaters not only showed themselves but still saved the community?...Interesting,' Umbridge interrupted, just as the Aurors glanced around and noticed Snape and Regulus.

Regulus's eyes met the tall man's and the boy swallowed, rushing to think of alternative answers, just in case of having his memories wallowed.

'And it's not?' said the man, not taking his eyes off the boy. 'And not only that, they said that He-Who-Not-Must-Be-Named also appeared and saved a baby.'

Umbridge looked at the Auror with interest and a certain air of satisfaction; her eyes shining.

'Physically?' She asked, quite interested.

The Auror looked at her and nodded.

'Really very weird .... I did not see anything about it in the Daily Prophet. How many deaths?' asked Perkins.

'Just two Muggles. Several wizards were injured, but nothing serious,' replied the wizard, turning his back on the boys, which made them quite relieved.

'You-Know-Who went physically to help there and only got two dead? Speaking of that, I did not see the dark mark in the sky,’ said Perkins, still trying to understand what had happened.

'They did not conjure the mark. We were told that deaths were by accident,' said a second Auror, lower, with a large scar on his neck.

Perkins scratched his chin.

'Intriguing .... And the Muggles?'

'They fled. We erased the memory of everyone we could find, but in this case I think there must be many more Muggles running off... and they're going to rumble about us.'

'Um, now I'm beginning to understand. The intention then is to attack the Magic Segregation Decree, making more Muggles know about us ... Makes sense ...' said Perkins.

'Maybe, but according to the analysis done on the lake that has dried up, there were no traces of magic used there ... It could have been a coincidence.'

'Bah, I do not believe in coincidence. For me, the Death Eaters created the need to later appear as heroes.'

Regulus and Snape exchanged meaningful glances. How could Perkins figure out? At that moment, Umbridge interrupted the man’s explanations.

'Perkins, you and your mania of conspiracy ... All they did was save our community from enraged muggles ...'

'But You-Know-Who...' Perkins had not time to finish his thoughts.

'Do not tell me that saving a baby is a crime nowadays!' she said with disapproving eyes. Then she turned to the Auror. 'From what I understand, there is no danger in our camp that justifies the presence of Aurors, or is there?'

'No, no, ma'am,' replied the bald man, astonished. 'We just came here to check if everything was all right ... The incident was, as I said, two mountains to the north ... We thought it was a coincidence that the Death Eaters appeared to solve the problem before us. What Perkins said about them having planned it makes sense, we are going to investigate.'

'Well, do not waste your time on Perkins's theories, he always has awe-inspiring and conspiratorial theories,' interrupted Umbridge, putting her hand to cover her mouth so that Perkins would not see her lips, and then she whispered, winking to the Auror 'I think it's because he spends a lot of time analyzing these Muggle things, his work drives him insane.' Then she raised her voice again and finished. 'Everything is alright here, as you can see.'

The Aurors felt uneasy after Dolores's comments, but they would never argue against the youngest head of the Improper Use of Magic Office. Everybody knew her influence.

'Oh well. I'm glad to see everybody is great here. Keep an eye on the camp, some enraged muggle may appear ...'

'We will not have this kind of problem, I put protective spells all around,' Umbridge replied confidently.

'All right, ma'am.' He bowed to her and then to Perkins, 'Sir. Have a great night; we'll get back to work.'

The other Aurors nodded respectfully at the two and all of them Apparated without talking to any of the boys. Umbridge breathed a sigh of relief.

'Does she know anything?' Snape asked Regulus, in a whisper.

'Kids, come on! You're missing out on the best of the party!' The woman called, with a manic look.

'No she does not know. Who would tell secrets to a woman of this kind?' Regulus asked Snape, in a whisper.

'I thought it was Mr. Perkins who cast the field charms and all the protective spells all around...' insisted Snape.

'I know, but who cares?' Regulus shrugged, as the two obediently followed the woman so as not to raise suspicious.
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Hey Ivana, just a very short comment to encourage you to keep up the great work. I wanted to comment when I have more time, but something always comes up; so here I am just giving you a very short comment when you deserve a big one! I am still loving your story and I look forward to reading the next chapter. Hopefully I will be able to give you a decent comment. I will say this though:
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The boys shivered a little. The excitement of entering into a "real" battle made them shortly forget that this was a very well-orchestrated and timed operation. If it worked Lord Voldemort would get allies even among those who were faithful to the Ministry. They had to wait, as it would only work if they arrived when all the wizards were utterly hopeless and desperate; when the Muggles had already begun committing atrocities. Only then would Voldemort and his followers be seen like heroes.

The boys looked impatiently at the burning village. Any little spark that rose to the sky was interpreted as an explosion and celebrated noisily.
That is so much like boys, and I loved the last sentence here, also very much like boys, but I know some little girls the same way.
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So sad they think they'll be viewed as heroes.

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Hello everybody!

It's always nice to come here... And it's even nicer having you visiting my fanfiction!
The following chapter is a little disgusting, I mean, I almost vomited while writing... No, I didn't wrote scatological things, but things that Rachel and Regulus think about Muggles make me sick.I'm looking forward to write when he turns into a better guy.
Well, I hope you like this chapter and, if you find time, write a comment... Comments are always welcome.

Connie, I know exactly what you mean when you said that "something always comes up". Here things aren't different, that's why I haven't finished this fanfiction yet.
Thank you for your compliments, as Rebecca Sugar wrote in a music "If I could begin to be /Half of what you think of me /I could do about anything"... Thank you very much for your patience and for encouraging me to keep writing.

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162. An Intense Afternoon

Regulus called the last days of summer "perfect". He had been able to meet his girlfriend almost daily and they wandered the streets of London happily, holding hands, always with smiles on their face. Most people smiled back at them, not imagining that their smiles fuelled their mocking comments. It was a bright summer day; the sun had left the shyness aside and burned hard over their heads. Regulus's hair was wet with sweat, while Rachel was, as always, flawless.

'How can you be so beautiful? No sweat...'

'Ah, anti-sweat potion. My mother's creation. I preferred it to be a spell, but after she managed to neutralize its smell with lavender-scented potion, I do not mind bathing with that potion every day ...'

Regulus pressed his nose to his girlfriend's neck and whispered,

'I love your perfume ...'

His gesture drew the attention of the young woman who was also strolling in St. James's Park; she smiled at him.

'Have you ever seen a more crooked smile? If she were a witch, she would have solved that problem ...' Rachel remarked, noting that Regulus' eyes had stopped longer than usual on the beautiful Muggle in a blue dress and long curled, black hair.

He laughed at her comment. He knew this would amuse his girlfriend perhaps as much as he himself enjoyed the fact that she was jealous of him.

'The crooked smile matched the air of poor intelligence,' he whispered back, turning to look at the girl again, just in time to enjoy the wind lifting her dress up.

Rachel's jealousy always directed him where to look, he often gazed distractedly in one direction without realizing that there was someone there to notice and Rachel, jealous, nipped him on the waist, while sneering at the girl. Her attitude always drew his attention to the reality in time to admire the beauty of other girls that thanks to the girlfriend did not go unnoticed. Regulus felt happy, he had his beautiful girlfriend, and could still glance at other girls' curves and necklines, as if London women had been dressed to order for him that summer.

'Sweetheart, I think we can go to the movies now ... It’s a twenty-minute walk from here to Shaftesbury Ave, the movie will start in an hour and we have to buy the tickets ...'

'Are you sure this theatre is not full of Muggles?'

'Of course! I've been there a few times with my brother and... hum, hardly a Muggle comes in, it's kind of hidden ... it's barely noticed by people outside... You'll like it. Let's go?'

'Let's go!'

Rachel had never been to London like that as she did that summer, walking on the streets. Like most of the underage wizards, she was taken from one place to another through the Floo Network, so what she knew about the city was rather limited and it was difficult to hide her awe and astonishment by seeing the beauty of the city.

Regulus, for his part, was used to car rides with his father, hiking with Sirius, not to mention the rich experience on the London streets during the time he had worked with Perkins. He followed her gaze, 'It's beautiful here, isn't it?'

'Yes, I wonder what it would look like from above ...'

'One day I saw one of those small planes flying over here ... Sirius told me Muggles hire flights to see the city from above .... He said it's romantic.'

She looked up at the intense blue sky and saw an airplane flying overhead. She felt a twinge of envy, which was soon suppressed for another comment.

'Who needs a stupid plane to see the city from above? We can fly on broomsticks! Much more exciting ...'
Regulus pulled her close to him and kissed her, then said, 'We don't need airplanes to see the city from above, but it's difficult and potentially dangerous to steal a kiss from you when we're on brooms ...'
Rachel laughed.

'Yeah, maybe a stupid plane has its use ... You know, Reg, I've been thinking ... These Muggles are not all that bad, they have some use. They are limited, it is true, but can be a little useful ...'

'Sorry?'

'Well, they do things; they invented radios, cars, planes, trains ... We just had to pick up whatever they invented and make it perfect. I was thinking that when the Dark Lord is in charge, we might have some Muggle confinement sites for them to work for us ... Like chickens in a hen house, you know? We would not need to completely eliminate them from the world ...'

'You're quite right ... It's going to be hard to figure out what kind of corn they eat and make them cluck happily ...'

'Sorry?'

Regulus and Rachel had already left the park and were walking through The Mall, the boy held her hand more firmly so she would not trip on the stairs leading to Charing Cross Road.

'Grandma Melania has chickens. They eat lots of food, but my grandma said corn is what makes them sing more and produce more eggs. If we confine Muggles we will have to know what makes them happy to work for us ...'

'Are you saying that we have to go deeper into the Muggle Studies? I never thought this stuff had any use!' she said, scowling at a group of long-haired boys who passed her and gave her greedy stares.

'I think so - isn't that funny?' the boy replied with a stern look at the boys, which made them hurry.

'No ... having to study about the Muggles so we can take care of the herd ... it's not funny at all, it's boring...'

'But it's like all animals, my dear. Professor Kettleburn always says that the biggest mistake of wizards is to want to breed animals just to take advantage without worrying about their welfare. In time, the whole herd dies. Don't you remember his lessons?'

'Course not, Reg. The only one who pays attention to those lessons is you, you know that. You pay attention to everything!' She said in a tone of disdain.

'I like to learn, there's no harm in it ... Well, going back to the Muggles, it'd be a lot harder to breed them; just like Merpeople and Centaurs, they're smart ...'

'Shh, smart? They don't seem very clever dirtying the air they breathe, dirtying the water they drink, and living without noticing their actions are what make them sick.'

'And at this point they do not differ much from us, do they? We also do a lot of things without planning ... We are responsible for the extinction of various species ... Don't you remember the history of Quidditch when people started hunting the Snidgets? They killed one bird per game, it was practically extinct!'

'Reg, your conversation is starting to annoy me ... You look like your pro-Muggle brother ... or worse, Mr. Perkins!'

Being compared to Sirius was something that caused him very antagonistic feelings. He tried not to think about it, but still had much admiration for his older brother.

'I'm sorry ... Well, I really don’t know what would make Muggles happy enough to want to work for us ...'

'Ice cream!'

'Sorry?'

'Ice cream. I saw several Muggles eating ice cream happily ... And there was that advertisement that we saw the other day with the woman telling her husband that she would do anything to get an ice cream, because it was very hot ...'

'Hey! I remember that... Then he asked for a foot massage and he bought her dozens of ice-creams! I think after all this walk, I'm going to need a foot massage, too,' he said slyly.

Rachel dropped his hand, irritated, 'Don't dare ask me for something like that, Regulus Black! I would never massage your feet!'

'Maybe I would do it to yours,' he said, his thoughts flying into the Room of Requirement and a distant time when he had massaged Alice's feet. Regulus knew that unlike Rachel, Alice was the kind of person who would message other people’s feet. It made him sad. He shook his head to fend off his memories and lied to himself that the uneasiness he felt was, in fact, a feeling of hunger. 'Rachel, I would never ask that of you. You weren’t born to serve ...'

Rachel was a little annoyed by his remark, for she had worked hard to fulfil what her father had asked for and put herself in the position of the lady who supports the warrior in battle, serving him in whatever he needed. On the other hand, knowing that he did not expect this kind of attitude from her, made her feel good. She straightened her body and said, 'Good to know you know me... Incidentally, I think I would be happy if I had one now ... it's very hot today!'

'A massage?'

'Course not! An ice-cream!'

'Your wish is an order, ma'am!" he said, bowing and taking her hand. "I'll find an ice-cream parlour for you!'

They walked in the scorching sun for a long time. Rachel paused for a few moments in front of a shop window, where a coloured television was plugged into the local newscast.

"The temperature has been above average everywhere, 2 or 3 degrees Celsius above normal. The Londoner should not expect the temperature to drop bellow 22 degrees tonight. Prepare the fans! The good news is that even though we are witnessing the hottest August of the last 300 years, the thunderstorms propose a truce in the coming days. So people who are still dealing with getting flood water out of their homes from yesterday's storm can rest assured; their effort won’t be in vain. Scientists are still studying what might have caused this hot summer and the swirling wind ... "

'Muggles are so dumb. As long as they remain blind to our existence, they will not know what causes all these events ...' Rachel remarked.

'Not all are dumb. Look there.'

Beyond where they stood was a small newsstand. In a tabloid was a picture of a wide-eyed man standing in the middle of the street with his knees submerged in rainwater. Just above the photo was written in bold letters


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"THAT WAS NOT AN ORDINARY THUNDERBOLT, THAT WAS MAGIC! IT WAS NOT CAUSALITY, IT WAS MURDER!" says a resident of Hampstead.
'You mean that not everyone is blind; they are all dummies ...'

Regulus smiled. He loved the acidity in Rachel's comments.

They walked a few more blocks until they found an ice-cream parlour on the corner of Shaftesbury Ave. Car traffic was now much more intense, probably because several people were coming home. The multitude of Muggles that passed by them, when they did not amuse them, did not bother them; Muggles were only part of the landscape, things that were in their eyes.

The ice-cream shop was unbelievably empty for a day of such heat. The place had the nicely painted moss-green walls, with gilt metal chairs around white Formica-topped tables. A man in an impeccable white uniform counting money in the cash register looked up at them and smiled.

'How can I help you?'

Rachel gave Regulus a significant look, 'isn't it obvious?', she whispered before walking over to the glass counter to see the colourful ice creams distributed harmoniously in large, shiny metal cans. She touched the icy glass lightly and pulled her hand back. It was cool.

'What do you want, my dear?'

'I want one of those chocolate ones on the stick."

Regulus looked at the man and asked, 'Two chocolate ice lollies, please.'

When the man said the price, Regulus sought the Muggle money that should be in his pocket. It was not there. He looked in his other pocket; there were two Galleons and five Sickles. That would buy the whole ice-cream shop if the Muggle knew the value of wizard money. He looked at Rachel, who snorted a little and widened her eyes as if to say: "solve it, it's your problem, you brought me here". It was very embarrassing.

'One moment please. Sir, could you allow me use the toilet?'
The man looked suspiciously at Regulus, but seeing the unfriendly stare of Rachel, he thought it best not to argue and gestured, 'To the left, at the end of corridor'.

Regulus slipped into the bathroom and pulled off his shoes. He had been wrong; he had planned to keep the wizard money in his socks and the Muggle money in his pocket, but ended up doing the opposite. After fixing his error, he returned to the hall and paid for the two Ice lollies and left. Rachel thanked him with a long kiss at the door of the shop and then they went to the movie theatre that was now nearby.

The sugar in the ice lolly seemed to have inspired Rachel to go back to her new favourite pastime: to mock passers-by. For Regulus this meant a few more minutes of peace, since he could forget a little of his memories and look at the others. But forgetting about Sirius and Alice as they walked toward the movie theatre was difficult. The street, the façade of the shops, the trees and the sound of cars, all reminded him of a time that would never return.

'Reg? Reg! Are you daydreaming? Did not you hear what I said?'

'Sorry, I was wondering if it's playing that movie "Shark" ... I heard it's very good ... What were you talking about?'

'I was just asking if you knew what movie we're going to see ... I want my movie debut to be unforgettable!'

Regulus smiled widely and hugged her:

'It will be. Look, we're here!'

Regulus hurried forward, leading his girlfriend through the narrow door to the movie hall.

'How lucky! There's no line!' he said, rushing to reach the box office. 'Two tickets, please.'

'The movie just started, do you want to come in the next session?' a female voice asked behind the window. The dark glass that covered the box office did not let them to see her face.

Regulus checked his watch, they were three minutes late. He had not realized that time had passed so quickly! He wondered if it was due to the time they lost at the ice cream shop.

'No, it's alright. It's "Shark" isn’t it?'

'Yes ... a lot of blood, screams and shark teeth ... The young lady is going to be scared ..." the voice commented as she handed the tickets along with the change.

Regulus smiled, though he doubted blood and shark teeth would scare Rachel. He imagined his girlfriend on a beach, a shark approaching and Rachel, instead of scaring, giving a stern look to the shark, which swam away as far as possible. Regulus smiled.

'Why are you smiling? Do you think I'm going to be scared of a shark?'

'No, not at all,' he answered truthfully.

With the tickets in hand, he led his girlfriend to the underground; regretting that the window where popcorn was sold was already closed.
The room was already dark, passing trailers from other films, a movie clerk led them to the empty seats. The smell of popcorn filled the air, making the boy's belly growl. Rachel squeezed her boyfriend's hand indicating how apprehensive and excited she was about the new experience. Though she had tried to disguise her interest all day, since showing interest in a Muggle invention did not seem right to her, now it seemed impossible. Regulus understood her reaction, he himself was very excited at going to the movies.

The two of them sat side by side at the same time. Rachel looked at the screen and then at her boyfriend, 'Has it started? It's all so fast ... ' she whispered.

'This is not the movie; it is the trailer of the other films about to come. Pay attention, if you like one of them, we can come back ...'

'Alright ... And the movie takes time to start?'

'Shhh ...'

A person to their left asked for silence. Regulus nodded that the film would not be late, it was then that the light on the screen lit the profile of a girl sitting farther on. Beside her was Frank Longbottom's thin face. His chest filled with anger. How did Alice dare go there with Frank? He, Regulus, was who had taken her to that movie theater for the first time, it was his "special place", not Frank's. Alice smiled and her happiness hurt him. How could she be happy when she was not with him? The light from the screen continued to lighten her cheeks, her huge lashes moving about non-stop as she laughed at something Frank was saying in her ear. What could be so funny? He, Regulus, was funny, Frank was just a real jerk. Regulus snorted as he remembered the first time they spoke, the palm of his hand still held the softness of her skin. He snorted again. Rachel was about to turn around to see what drew his attention when he pulled her face gently to him and kissed her on the mouth. His girlfriend's kiss might be useful to erase such unpleasant feelings, he thought.

The movie was taking a long time to start. The audience began to grow restless and noisy. Some of them whistled, it was heard here and there a teenage screaming "Start!"There was a problem with the tape. The courageous theatre employee stood in front of the screen and asked for silence.

'I'm sorry,' he shouted, 'there's a problem with the tape, but we're already working this out. Take it easy, just a few more minutes. We have something for you until the movie starts.'

An image began to appear on the white screen, but it was not a shark, it was an old Beatles movie that had been put in to distract the kids while they waited. It seemed to calm the moods. Rachel stared at the screen. Regulus tried to look at her, but it was Alice's face that his eyes were focusing.

'It's like a sequence of magical pictures, isn't it? And with sound ... Was it made by a wizard?'

'No, the guy who works with Mr. Perkins at the Ministry showed me how it works. It is strictly mechanical; a large sequence of transparent pictures took in sequence. Each one is different from its subsequent by an infinitesimal difference of position of the scene. They pass those pictures through a beam of light quickly, giving the impression of movement.'

'I'm not sure I understood...'

'Then I'll show you as soon as I can...'

'But what about the sound? How do they make it sounds?'

'I don't know ... In the gramophone there are those micro-beats that vibrate the needle, which transmits the disturbance to the shell that amplifies the noise ... But the tape seems smooth. I'm not quite sure, I'll search about ...' he replied, relieved to be questioned by something so interesting, drifting his eyes away from Alice.

'It must be magic! I knew the Muggles would not be capable of anything so sophisticated!' Rachel finished with satisfaction.

Regulus smiled at her. Alice's silhouette had bothered him again. He tried to look at the screen. John Lennon was coming down the stairs of a jet, followed by Paul McCartney, Ringo Star and George Harrison. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Longbottom rise. His body leaned forward, as if he wanted to get up too. Longbottom walked past the screen and up the stairs, approaching Regulus, who swallowed hard. Had Alice's boyfriend realized he could not stop looking at her? He looked at Rachel who was still entertained by the documentary about the Beatles. Frank had sat in the row above theirs. Regulus kept his ear attentive to any noise from his back, held his wand in case he was attacked. But Frank didn’t seem to have noticed his presence.

'I was with the Order earlier today, ' said Frank.

Regulus straightened. And if Frank would neglect he was at a public place and ended up telling the address of the Order of the Phoenix headquarters? Voldemort would like to know ... Longbottom continued to speak in an almost inaudible whisper to someone standing behind him.

'As you said, the Ministry found no trace of magic in the lake, and all the villagers confirm the version of the Muggles that they rebelled against the wizards ... But Dumbledore found something in the lake, he said it was unnatural, a fake disaster...'

'And what will they do about it?' An unknown voice answered.

'They have nothing to do ... It was all very well planned; every day there is a new outbreak of revolt among the Muggles, as if from one day to the next they begin to see magic in everything around them ... Even in what they themselves create.'

'Even in phenomena of nature ... The other day I heard from a Muggle in the subway that this heat and the thunderstorms could not be natural, that it was witchcraft ...'

'In a way ... It seems that the heat has to do with dragons, dark forces have brought them around ... Some of the thunders are indeed the sound of giants fighting; Dumbledore said they were asked by dark forces to join the bad side... And finally, some lights are not lightning, but curse lights and sparkles from conflicts among magical people ... And a little of this is due to the heat and the summer itself ... ' explained Longbottom.

'Thank you for keeping me informed on what happens; you know, with my work in the ministry, it's difficult to keep up with the Order ... I've been giving a few breaks, but the staff has begun to distrust.'

'Don't worry, your work alongside the Minister is more important. Now I'm going back to my place. The movie seems to be silly enough for my girlfriend not to want to watch it properly... hehehe...with her dad the way he is, if we don't take this moment to ... well... we'd never do it!'

The guy Frank was talking to laughed. Regulus thanked Alice's father in thought.

'Hurry up. You do not have to explain anything to me. Go back to your beautiful girlfriend.'

Regulus stiffened with anger. What was that imbecile Frank thinking about doing with Alice in the dark of the movies? She was a girl of good reputation, he ought to respect her. Regulus wielded his wand.

'My love, what are you doing?' Rachel whispered in a hurry.

'Oh, sorry. I thought I heard something, a curse... force of habit ... ' he said, embarrassed, as he put his wand back to its place.

The cinema was packed. There were wizards and Muggles. The Muggles, for the most part, were quite noisy, which helped Regulus distract the attention that his eyes and ears gave to the couple ahead.

'How much cackling!' Rachel said in a particularly tense part of the movie where several people whispered to each other.

Regulus laughed, 'In addition to ice cream, a movie theatre is going to make happy our future herd. Take a note ...'

To Regulus's surprise and satisfaction, Rachel was startled at moments in the film, and he very readily took it in order to hold her tighter. Rachel, unbelievably frail for fear, sought refuge in her boyfriend's chest; he, haunted by his memories and eroded with jealousy, sought to numb himself with her scent, kissing her in the neck, while daring to touch the bare skin of her belly and waist, under her shirt.

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Hey Ivana, thanks for the wonderful chapter. I hope you know I have been trying to get to your ff to comment on it for such a long time. Sorry it has taken so long. I love every new chapter and am always anxious to read the next chapter. I was particularly impressed with you using this line because it wasn't necessary to make a point or add to the plot, but it makes you realize sometimes it is very subtle things and expressions that make you see a picture the artist is painting.
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Most people smiled back at them, not imagining that their smiles fuelled their mocking comments.
This has actually happened to me, and unfortunately it makes you wonder and suspicious at what lies beneath a person's 'friendly' smile.
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Rachel's jealousy always directed him where to look, he often gazed distractedly in one direction without realizing that there was someone there to notice and Rachel, jealous, nipped him on the waist, while sneering at the girl. Her attitude always drew his attention to the reality in time to admire the beauty of other girls that thanks to the girlfriend did not go unnoticed. Regulus felt happy, he had his beautiful girlfriend, and could still glance at other girls' curves and necklines, as if London women had been dressed to order for him that summer.
It serves Rachel right for being jealous, but Regulus is such a pig. I feel guilty about disliking him more and more the older he gets. I'd like to think that if he and Alice had been able to stay together he would've straightened up and been the gentleman that he admired and learned from his father.
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Being compared to Sirius was something that caused him very antagonistic feelings. He tried not to think about it, but still had much admiration for his older brother.
Yes, I get upset with Regulus, but then we see his thoughts sometimes and they make me love him again. I just want for him to be good and die happy instead of how we know he dies. (In JK's books anyway )
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For Regulus this meant a few more minutes of peace, since he could forget a little of his memories and look at the others. But forgetting about Sirius and Alice as they walked toward the movie theatre was difficult. The street, the façade of the shops, the trees and the sound of cars, all reminded him of a time that would never return.
There you go writing brilliantly again. Poor Regulus
But then he goes and spoils this by being jealous of Frank for taking Alice to the movies and he himself was doing the exact same thing, going to the same movie place with Rachel. And he has issues with Frank wanting to not be a gentleman with Alice and he isn't being a gentleman with Rachel, doing the same thing that Frank is planning on doing with Alice. He is so two faced. But still, my heart hurts for him being such a confused child.

Hope you can get the next chapter up soon. I can't wait to read more.
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Hello, friends!
After a long winter, I am back, because finally my fingers seem to have thawed and my mind got peace to rewrite. You must be wondering, "Oh, but she lives in Brazil, doesn't she? Winter in the Southern Hemisphere has not started yet!" ... Well, I used winter figuratively to talk about that kind of cold weather caused by dementors. It took me a while, but now I am able to cast my Patronus spell (which, incidentally, is a wildcat) and now I'm back, and very happy!
I need to share with you that a person on another site where I use to post this same fic, questioned me about being myself writing the story, accused me of plagiarism, saying that she had found the original in English here in Snitchseeker ... So I hve to say that I have posted this very same fanfiction (translated into other languages) under the nickname "Mrs Borgin".
I don't know what's happening, but the image of the Daily Prophet I made and tried to put here can't be showed. If youu can't see it, try to click on the link here.

Connie, I read your comment months ago, I am honored for having you as my reader. I will be brief in my comments, because I want to post my new chapter soon.
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This has actually happened to me, and unfortunately it makes you wonder and suspicious at what lies beneath the person's 'friendly' smile.
This is something that has always intrigued me, as I have often seen smiles on people's faces, while their body language tells a different story.
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It serves Rachel right for being jealous, but Regulus is such a pig. I feel guilty about disliking him more and more the older he gets. I would like to think that if he and Alice had been able to stay together I would have straightened up and been the gentleman that I have admired and learned from his father.
Sorry for that. Things are going to get even worse because he has not hit bottom yet. Maybe he were a better person if he were dating Alice, but we can not forget that he was not honest with her in many aspects of his life so it would never work out. Unless he changed completely, but not even Sirius had changed. Sirius had no prejudice against Muggles, but he was arrogant enough to bully Severus ... We have to take our time to wait and see how life will change their minds.
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Yes, I get upset with Regulus, but then we see his thoughts sometimes and they make me love him again. I just want you to be good and happy. (In JK's books anyway)
Spoiler: In this story he will have the end that JK determined for him. But if he doesn't find happiness at the end, at least he will have peace, I guess.

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But then he goes and spoils this by being jealous of Frank for taking Alice to the movies and he himself was doing the exact same thing, going to the same movie place with Rachel. And he has issues with Frank wanting to be a gentleman with Alice and he is not being gentle with Rachel, doing the same thing that Frank is planning on doing with Alice. He is so two faced. But still, my heart hurts for him being such a confused child.
Now tell me: what's keeping him from seeing what he does to Rachel? What's the difference between Alice and her? He's a pig, as you say. But he can still change.
Thank you so much for your company and patience, for your dedication to commenting on my story. I would love to have time to do the same for you and comment on your wonderful fictions. I'll do it, believe!

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163. Rachel's Mind-blowing Evil Power

Again, the sense of inadequacy permeated Regulus's body so that the sound, the express's rhythmic sway, the conversations, and even the scent of the train seemed surreal to him. He knew he was not a Death Eater yet, still he was not a student like any other; he served the Dark Lord.
Hidden behind the Daily Prophet, he tried to alienate himself from the noise of the compartment set. The news could not be better. This edition of the Daily Prophet revealed the success of summer operations, by reporting the growing number of unsatisfied witches about the Minister of Magic's passivity towards laws that no longer served them. The open support of newspaper commentators who previously was unthinkable was now put in very bold letters, questioning all actions from the Ministry.
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THE TRUE DARK LORD

The Minister of Magic, with his misguided actions, continues to instigate wizard against wizard, causing casualties in our team of Aurors when he should be taking care of the true enemies of the wizarding people.

This summer we witnessed not one but THIRTEEN massive Muggle attacks to entire communities of wizards who were torn from their homes and harassed in various ways until confrontation was inevitable. ... Had it not been for the One-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his allies, whole families would have been decimated. The Minister was only concerned to send Aurors to arrest those who had tried to defend their own with the only weapon they know; their wands.

Is it not time to review the document signed in 1689? The International Statute of Magical Secrecy not only promoted the wizarding people's cowardice in the face of the feared fires from Middle Ages, but also let our executioners live freely. Throughout the centuries we have watched silently the annihilation of our world by these inferior beings devoid of magic and when, finally, someone comes up courageously to correct the course of things, they call him the Dark Lord and hunt him like an animal.

But who is the true Dark Lord? The wizard who preaches freedom of the expression of magic, or the one who forces us to follow an unjust law; performing magic hidden in the darkness, as if we were criminals?
There was no longer any doubt that the population was beginning to support them and none of this would have happened without the "Event of Thirteen," as the task force of Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters in those thirteen United Kingdom villages was being called by the news. Wizards everywhere were now aware of the truth and helped Lord Voldemort to fight those who opposed change.

Regulus read the newspaper with satisfaction. He was convinced that his involvement with the Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort in that small town lost among Munros had been of great importance to the success of the whole operation and that his striving would be recompensed. He felt that he was a hero perhaps even more important than his friends, since he had worked directly on the villagers' commotion plan - the words of thanks and the wailing tears of wizards and witches as they had their animals safe in arms did not leave his memory. Still, his waiting for any sign that he would be summoned for even more important missions had been in vain. The last days of vacation had been more normal than he could wish for and that was frustrating.

The sound of laughter took him from his reading. He lowered the paper and looked around. He was in a compartment with the other Slytherin Quidditch players. Emma Vanity had graduated, so Lucinda Talkalot took over as captain of the team. She proudly displayed the Slytherin emblem with a large silver "C" embroidered around it and talked about the plans for the team, her strategies for the new championship and the trials she would do for new players. Everyone laughed at the possible outcomes for the strategies Lucinda suggested, which always ended with some player from the opposing team going with the face against one of the hoops; or falling off the broom.
Regulus tried in vain to get carried away with all that, but it was as if in his new life as an apprentice of Death Eaters'; Quidditch was a dessert dish served when he had already had enough of dinner.

'Guys,' he said, getting up, throwing the newspaper wrapped on the seat, 'I'm going to walk around, look for Rachel ...'

He did not wait for Lucinda to finish talking about her plans for replacements.

She glared at him, 'No position is guaranteed, Black. If I find a better Seeker than you, you'll be replaced,' she said crossly.

He did not bother to face her, 'Good luck ... But someone who is a better Seeker than I hasn't been born yet....'

She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came to her mind. In fact, she agreed with him. If they did not have the best team, they sure had the best Seeker.

Regulus stepped out of the compartment, an arrogant smile on his face. Many new faces crossed his way in the train corridor. The first-year students looked so tiny that he wondered if they were letting children under eleven years of age start at Hogwarts because of the impending war. War? There would be no war, Lord Voldemort was doing everything to be acclaimed the new Minister for Magic to avoid a great number of casualties in the wizarding people. Lord Voldemort was intelligent, everything would go well, he was confident. As long as some stubborn people like Dumbledore and his cronies would admit they were wrong and stop fighting the inevitable.

A little girl approached him. She stood lower than his shoulders, which made him feel even more full of himself. They stopped in front of each other.

'Hi, you're Regulus Black, aren't you? The Slytherin Seeker?'

'Yes, that's me ... and you are?'

'I'm Katie Ollerton, first-year. My sister, Karen, graduated two years ago ... She told me that you are a great Seeker and that you could give me some good tips ... Who knows, I could replace you when you graduate from here in two years...'

'Or rather ... Our captain just told me she's going to make trials for all positions ...' he said, amused at the sight of a flicker of hope in Katie's eyes. 'Did Karen say anything else about me? I remember your sister well; she used to wander the castle with my friend Emma Vanity ...'

'Said to get the tips and then keep away from you ...'

He frowned. Nothing he had done before could be classified as menacing to a little girl. Where had Karen got the idea from?

'Well, I can't see why you should stay away from me ... I don't bite ...' he said maliciously, tilting his head slightly to look at the girl from head to foot.

'Well, sometimes I can bite, but carefully. ..and of course I would not bite you; you're just a little girl... I wait until the girls are big enough to have their own shade ... In your case, I would wait another 4 years ... ' he hastened to say, watching the girl blush.

Regulus chortled. Obviously, he had no interest in the little girl and he would never be interested in someone who was not close to his age, but messing with her feelings and stirring up her fantasy was fun.

'Well, Karen warned me you are a terrible flirt and that all the girls fall in love with you ...' the little girl commented, letting out a sigh.

'But no one has the slightest chance with me around ...' Rachel said, coming up behind him.

'Rachel! I was looking for you!' he said, turning to embrace his girlfriend. Without releasing the hug, he turned his head to get rid of the little girl. 'It was a pleasure to meet you, Katie Ollerton. This is my girlfriend, Rachel Broadmoor, she's a tremendous Seeker and she can give you great tips, maybe better than I ...'

'Yeah, brat, look me up at school ... Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to do with my boyfriend right now ...'

Regulus knew that introducing her to the little girl would calm down Rachel's jealousy and leave them alone to date. Without wasting time, he led his girlfriend to the back of the train, a place that was known to the students as "the very tight clinch place", as it was sought by many couples who wanted to kiss and hug without being interrupted or censored.

It was the first time he'd taken her to such a place, because he used to have a more protective and respectful stance towards his girlfriend. The receptivity of the girlfriend in their last meetings told him that they could go beyond innocent kisses and hugs. As soon as they were at "the very tight clinch place" he hugged her tightly and let his hand roam over Rachel's beautiful body and explore new sensations. Which in turn made her very excited. Sensing his girlfriend's desire annoyed him a little, because he wanted her to be a bit coy, but at the same time, it pleased his hormones. At fifteen, it was difficult for him to keep up with his father's teachings about respecting women, since hormones told him to kiss and hug his girlfriend with his body as close to hers as possible. It was only when he felt he was losing control of his desires that he realized this was not acceptable for a teen age date, he turned away from her and cared for her reputation. He did not want people to call Rachel names. The disastrous experience with Alice, thanks to Crouch's wickedness, had already been enough for a lifetime.

After some time in the "very tight clinch place", the internal alarm of Regulus had fired and sounded like the voice of his own father in his head: "Enough! You do not have to go beyond your age!" The wizard stepped back and took a deep breath., Rachel opened her eyes slowly, as if waking. She stretched, detaching her body that seemed to have melted into the wall. They did not have to exchange a word, they both knew that it was necessary to get out of there and look for something less intimate to do. The boy held out his hand, inviting her to walk, keeping a safe distance between their bodies.

They had already crossed a few coaches when she finally managed to put into words their feelings, 'After everything we did this summer, going back to school and just being "good students" is like being in a movie, right?'

'I was just thinking about it, Rachel ... for a moment I thought that after my participation in the "Events of Thirteen" as the Prophet has called it, I would be summoned to leave school ... Even you, after all that you learned from my cousin, could be of great use even if you did not enter directly into fights ...'

Rachel swallowed hard. It was impossible not to notice the tone of contempt Regulus had in his words. She hated that she had to behave like the background of a great warrior; her father was not being fair to her! The girl snorted.

He asked, 'What's happening, my dear?' As he had not realized what he said before; what with being so annoyed with his own situation.

'Nothing ... Or rather, I cannot handle this working in the shadows! I was born to shine!' she finally burst out.

'Well, surely you would shine a lot in a battle, perhaps unnecessarily distracting the warriors. You're too beautiful to be in a fight, my love.'

Rachel looked threateningly at him and tried to release his hand, but he pulled her back and spoke into her ear, 'Even though I have no doubt that fighting with you would be incredible, I think we need witches with abilities like yours to support and guide the fight from outside... and I need to know that you're at home waiting for me to take care of my tired body with your soft and fragrant skin ...' he said; trying to use his seductive power so that she'd forget his prejudiced words. But to his surprise, it did not have the expected effect.

'Fight? Do you call "fighting" what you did at the village, Black?' she asked; a wicked look on her face.

'Obviously it was a fight... If the whole plan was to manipulate the opinion of the population by stirring their feelings, since they were unable to rationally realize for themselves that what is being done is for their own good; my participation was of utmost importance. I was the one who helped save their beloved animals ... If I were not there, there would not be so many words of thanks and ...'

'Are you sure? As far as I know, the success of the other twelve operations did not need you for the success...'

Rachel's words hit him like a Stunning spell, robbing him of his speech and his senses in such a way that he had to lean against the corridor wall to keep from falling. His heart pounded and an incomprehensible feeling took over. He did not understand what was happening to his girlfriend. In his memory, a few moments ago they were kissing, and suddenly she burst out in bitter words and came out snorting, hastily.

Regulus disentangled himself from the wall and his first impulse was to follow her, but as he took two steps toward his girlfriend's golden hair, he noted that his crisis had not at all disturbed the conversations of other students in the corridor. That could only mean one thing: she was right and he had given himself a lot of value. With no energy whatsoever, he let his legs lead him to the compartment where Lucinda Talkalot and the Quidditch staff were. At least for the team he still was the best Seeker, wasn't he?

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Hey, Ivana! Another great chapter! Of course I read this the instant it was posted but thought I better not comment until others got a chance to see it as a new post. And then real life things began to interfere with my Snitchseeker time.
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I see it! I see it!
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Regulus read the newspaper with satisfaction. He was convinced that his involvement with the Death Eaters and Lord Voldemort in that small town lost among Munros had been of great importance to the success of the whole operation and that his striving would be recompensed.
Poor Regulus; always trying to make himself be more than what he really is. I'm sure he did well with what was expected of him, but how he thinks his part was the most important part is beyond me.
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Regulus chortled. Obviously, he had no interest in the little girl and he would never be interested in someone who was not close to his age, but messing with her feelings and stirring up her fantasy was fun.
So mean!
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After some time in the "very tight clinch place", the internal alarm of Regulus had fired and sounded like the voice of his own father in his head: "Enough! You do not have to go beyond your age!" The wizard stepped back and took a deep breath., Rachel opened her eyes slowly, as if waking. She stretched, detaching her body that seemed to have melted into the wall. They did not have to exchange a word, they both knew that it was necessary to get out of there and look for something less intimate to do. The boy held out his hand, inviting her to walk, keeping a safe distance between their bodies.
It's good they had the sense to stop there.
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'Well, surely you would shine a lot in a battle, perhaps unnecessarily distracting the warriors. You're too beautiful to be in a fight, my love.'
Uh oh. I think maybe he didn't just stuff his foot in his mouth but both feet! I'm sure his girlfriend won't be charmed with his comment.
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'Fight? Do you call "fighting" what you did at the village, Black?' she asked; a wicked look on her face.
Just what I was afraid of. Now I feel sorry for Regulus. Just a few minutes before he was good enough for her physical pleasures, but she didn't think twice about hurting his ego after what he innocently said to her.
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Regulus disentangled himself from the wall and his first impulse was to follow her, but as he took two steps toward his girlfriend's golden hair, he noted that his crisis had not at all disturbed the conversations of other students in the corridor. That could only mean one thing: she was right and he had given himself a lot of value. With no energy whatsoever, he let his legs lead him to the compartment where Lucinda Talkalot and the Quidditch staff were. At least for the team he still was the best Seeker, wasn't he?
Awe As much as I am disappointed in Regulus for choosing the path he is going down, I hate for him to be hurt by her.

Super chapter, Ivana! I can't wait for your next chapter. I've been checking often to see if you posted without me knowing.
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Ioo-hoo!Is there anybody out there?

Sometimes I found myself thinking 'Gosh, now it'd be great if I had some free time to finish this fanfiction'. I have all written in my mind, my plan is have it written until November. *fingers crossed*

Connie, you make me feel so good when you share your thoughts about my story. Thank you! I think that my hero being mean at this part of his life is what makes me find dificultties to finish this ff.
Thank you for your words. You're amazing.

Now, the chapter. I hope you like it!


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164. Out of Order


Classes had resumed five weeks ago, and the apparent normality in the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, as always, hid many secrets. The fifth year at Hogwarts was undoubtedly the most stressful for everyone, especially Regulus. The weight of lessons and the upcoming OWLS’s increased with the addition of Quidditch practices. Obviously it wasn't difficult at all for Lucinda Talkalot to verify that a better Seeker than Regulus had yet been born, so he would resume his position on the team. However; the most stressful thing that weighed on him was not his lessons, exams, or Quidditch practices, but the feeling that something was about to go very wrong.. "The chosen ones," as the group that had participated in the event in the village now proudly called themselves, were avoiding meeting, for this had been the last that came from Death Eaters Headquarters. But Regulus knew, that could no longer be postponed.

After an exceptionally tiring Quidditch practice, he did not drop his broom in the closet as he usually did. He walked in the changing room and picked up the newspapers he had saved in his closet before practicing. There were two newspapers in there, the morning edition of the Daily Prophet and a Muggle tabloid; a habit of quite sensational reading that he had acquired last Summer. They were rolled together, like an ancient scroll. Before they knocked on the closet door, he heard the voices of Avery and Mulciber, who were still discussing game strategies suggested by Lucinda. He approached them and muttered between his teeth, 'I can't figure out how you can think about Quidditch with all those things happening!'

The two of them looked at each other, then looked at him reproachfully. They stared at him for almost half a minute of absolute silence, until Avery finally asked, 'What are you talking about? It's all so quiet since we came back to school...'

Regulus threw the newspapers against his pal's chest, looking indignantly.
Avery unwrapped the scroll and took the Prophet in one hand while, with the tip of his fingers, picked up the tabloid and quickly got rid of of it throwing it to Mulciber, as if the paper contained something that might contaminate him.

Mulciber wrinkled his nose and frowned in disapproval.

'Well, here it says that the heat broke records in July and we had little rain in August ... What's the news? Besides, why do you care so much about what these filthy Muggles do? It's not good for a "chosen guy" to keep Muggle's tabloid signature ... Besides, it does not seem to bring any news ... We noticed the heat in July...'

Regulus snorted and rolled his eyes.

'Open to page 5, Mulciber, please,' he said, not hiding the irritation growing inside him.

Mulciber, whose intention was to throw the paper on the floor and trample him, did as he was told.

"I AM SURE THAT IT WAS NOT HUMAN," was written at the top of the page, just above the picture of a woman with wide eyes, not of dread, but of satisfaction at having her extraordinary story being recorded by a newspaper reporter. Mulciber glanced at the news quickly, then threw the newspaper against Regulus' chest,

'C'mon, where's the news? This is not the first time these Muggles witness a werewolf attack ...'

'I'm not talking about that ... Look at the bottom left corner of the picture ...' Regulus said, returning the newspaper.

Mulciber and Avery put their heads together and looked at the picture. Regulus smiled, pleased.

'Do you see? It's Dumbledore! And where is he? In front of the house of the brother of my cousin Bellatrix's husband ... Do n’t you remember? Lucius mentioned, it's the actual headquarters' address, our next meeting place ... But in the Prophet, it is much clearer.'

‘Shhhhh… You should not say their names here, remember?’, said Mulciber. Regulus nodded e shut his mouth.

Avery quickly had the newspaper unrolled. The main photo of the cover showed Dumbledore gesturing angrily while speaking before an audience of about a hundred people. The headline read: "HOGWARTS HEADMASTER ACCUSES MINISTER OF MAGIC OF OMISSION" and below the picture, he says: "You cannot pretend blindness when chaos is right in front of your eyes. Just listen to our people! The situation is out of control: werewolves, giants, arson, children's participation in public demonstrations of Voldemort... It's time we put an end to all of this, if parents and the government do not intervene, it is up to the school to educate ... "

'What? He called us children ?!'

'Avery, you see; no matter what he called us, what matters is that things can start getting tough for us. Up until now we have left school when necessary and with a certain tranquility ... And if they catch us, obviously we can pretend other purposes, but what if they start to really distrust our lies? Azkaban at age 15?'

'You’re not going to chicken out now, are you, Black? And anyway, you're not going to attend the most important meetings yet, you're still a "child," Avery said dismissively. Regulus snorted.

Gesturing the door to Mulciber; Avery dropped the Daily Prophet to the floor and they left. Regulus was so mad at his friends that he intimately wished they were both caught by Dumbledore. "If I am a child, at least I am a smart one and not an idiot like the two of them who preferred to ignore the danger," he thought. He looked around, the place was empty.

The light of the moon entered timidly through the small dusty windows above the wall. It was very frustrating not having anyone to share his concerns. He wanted someone to understand him, to listen to him. He had felt extremely lonely since Rachel had "put him in the fridge" and Severus once again preferred to isolate himself and occasionally blamed him for his brother's actions. Amifidel, Jack, and John continued to surround him like flies on liver pudding; though it was not enough for him, because they did not talk in depth. He picked up the broom he left against the wall and flew out the door.

The night breeze was quite pleasant. The temperature had dropped a little since the end of practice, and the crescent moon shone brightly in the sky illuminating everything In two more days it would be full. He flew unconcernedly toward the castle, as if flying were allowed to students at any time. Then he circled the Great Hall and peered through the window. No one was there, and it was dark; the dull candles shadowing the moonlit floor. Dinner had been served hours before training. It was then that he saw a side door opening. Quickly he sneaked up the wall and paused to peer out the window, leaving a shadow as imperceptible as possible.

It was a group of eight people, men and women dressed in travel robes, talking rather gesticulously, but from where Regulus was, there was nothing to hear except for some owls ignoring his presence, hooting while flying around Hogwarts towers. Dumbledore was one of the last to leave the chamber. Regulus looked up. They were not Hogwarts Council people. Would they be from the Order of the Phoenix? He knew that Dumbledore was the head of the Order. He recognized some of them: Caradoc Dearborn - a tall, thick-bearded blond man - all he knew of him was that he worked with his father at St. Mungos nothing more; and Alastor Moody, the chief of the Aurors. This one seemed a probable member of the Order; and then lastly was young Arthur Weasley accompanied by his two brothers-in-law. They were bulky red headed men with big noses whom Regulus had once seen leaving the Ministry of Magic alongside Arthur. The rest of the crowd he did not know.

He followed them outside along the castle wall, watching them through the windows. As soon as the group got to the courtyard, their voices became audible. He managed to follow them closer without being noticed, keeping himself hidden in the shadows, as the group left the castle.

'So, how's Molly?' One of the red-haired men asked Arthur Weasley.

'She is great. Angry, as usual. It is not easy for her now that there are three. Little Percy has a voracious appetite, wants to suckle all the time. It gives others the opportunity to explore the house and ... well ... they drive her crazy ... they put the house upside down in a blink of an eye...' he chuckled, ' they have a lot of energy! Ah, of course, not yet literally, though they already have done some magic, they are precocious ...' Arthur was lost in thought for a few seconds, the gleam in his eyes revealing his paternal pride. 'The house ... Molly wants me to increase our house urgently, one or two floors, she says.'

'We can help you with this as soon as things calm down, you know, the more wands working together, the more straight the walls ...'

'Thank you very much, I fear that if we do not do this soon, soon I will return home and find a house more crooked than that cake of the first anniversary of Bill ... Remember? It made the tower of Pisa look vertical ...'

The two men laughed at the memory. Regulus did not notice anything to indicate that they were even members of the Order of the Phoenix and was ready to give up spying on them when other Arthur's brother-in-law approached.

'I think you should leave the Order now that my sister needs help.' he rebuked.

'My dear Fabian, do you think I have not tried to stay home? Molly chased me out of the house swinging her broom at me when I said I would not come tonight. She screamed so loud that I thought even You-Know-Who could hear wherever he is . She said that if I did not come to fight with Order, there would not be a world worth raising our children. And she ended by saying that since I had no breast to breastfeed our baby, I would come to serve our people beside Dumbledore. And then she pointed her wand at me ... I thought it best to leave before she gave me a pair of boobs.'
Fabian laughed.

'That was certainly a wise decision! I'm sorry I scolded you.'

'No problem. Also, working in the Ministry and fighting the Death Eaters are far less dangerous tasks than facing your sister ...'

'And I do not know? It reminded me when ...'
Regulus could hear nothing else. In a disastrous attempt to get closer, he bumped his broom into a loose piece of brick from the ledge of a window.

The fragment slipped, falling beside Fabian, who jumped back,

'What was this?'

Immediately the wizards stopped walking and six wands were drawn and pointed upwards, but Regulus was not the Slytherin Seeker by just any chance. He swerved on the broom and managed to hide himself close to the roof, so that whoever was below could only see the eaves and nothing else.

'Did you see that?' said Weasley, 'I think it looked like the tip of the handle of a broom or the head of a bird.'

Regulus's chest heaved. If someone decided to fly up there, how would he explain his presence there?

Dumbledore approached the group and looked up. At this moment, a black owl appeared from behind a tower, chased by a dozen noisy owls. The black owl knocked down a dead rat beside the group of wizards.

'I think it's just owls fighting over food. I'm going to ask Hagrid if there is any kind of shortage or if it was an isolated fact ... There is nothing to worry about, you can lower your wands.'

Regulus breathed a sigh of relief, but dared not move until no sound but the owls could be heard. He raised his head to peer, and a black figure flew toward him.

'Shwartzie!' he whispered, 'I should have known, it was you who dropped the mouse, wasn't it?'

The owl landed next to him and lowered her beak, asking for him to stroke her. Regulus stroked the owl and she flew away. Then he narrowed his eyes and managed to distinguish the group of men and women thanks to Dumbledore's beard glistening in the moonlight. They were already beyond the gates of the castle. Regulus breathed a sigh of relief and tried to organize his ideas.

He was overcome with excitement at knowing that the members of the Order of the Phoenix had gathered in the castle and he was able to identify some. Surely that would be valuable information. He needed to share it with someone. But he could not send letters to his cousin, since Bellatrix's name had been quoted by the Daily Prophet by the end of August as a probable Death Eater.

Regulus flew higher than he thought he could, toward the castle towers. Rachel was all he wanted for now. Although he did not know where the
entrance to the Ravenclaw's common room was, he knew it was in one of the towers. He mumbled to himself, "This is Astronomy ... this is Divination.
Beyond is the tower of the headmaster, over there the clock tower; the towers of the bells ... then that one must be either the Ravenclaw or the Gryffindor tower ...' He looked down to have some reference from where he was, but the darkness was already taking over almost every corner of the castle. He looked up hopefully, wanting so badly to see Rachel, meet her, talk, tell her what he knew, as he had wanted to show her that he wasn’t as useless as she probably thought. He missed her wickedness, her kisses and, above all, he missed her.

There were only a few lit windows in the castle; it was late and most of the students were already asleep. With some difficulty, Regulus approached one of the towers and peered through a window. It was not the Ravenclaw tower, but Gryffindor. How could he have been so wrong? There Sirius sat nonchalantly as usual, sprawled out occupying two places on the couch. He was accompanied by his friends Remus and Peter. James was not in his field of vision. Seeing Sirius was something that left him with very confused feelings and the sense of urgency slipped through his fingers and paralyzed him. The older brother lifted his head and looked straight into his eyes.

Regulus saw his brother's smile tied in an expression of disapproval as he had seen his mother do so many times in his life. Immediately, as if struck by a paralyzing spell, Regulus felt the muscles of his body lose tone and could no longer stand where he was, his broom lost altitude quickly and entered through a half-open window of a classroom on the fourth floor and spread out on the ground like a wind-blown autumn leaf.

There he remained for a few moments, aware that his lips touched the dusty floor, but no strength to rise. He knew it had not been a spell, his brother's disapproval of him producing something much stronger than any wand could do. Regulus took a deep breath, filling his nose with dust, which caused an incredible fit of sneezing. Driven by sneezing, he sat down and rubbed his face vigorously. He felt angry at himself: why did he have to be so weak in front of his brother? What had Sirius moved so much about him? It was too hypocritical for Sirius to disapprove of him when he broke certain rules of the school ... He snorted.

'If it was Sirius himself flying at night, spying on the windows of another common room, that would not be breaking rules, would be the coolest thing in the world, a daring ...' He snorted again, muttering softly, 'but since it's me ... two weights and two measures. ... who would say, Sirius, the righteous guy ...' He clenched his fists. He did not have time to grumble another second, for he heard a movement coming toward him. It was Peeves, who would soon flaunt his presence to the sleeping castle. Quickly he stepped under the professor's desk and held his breath. He did not know exactly which floor he was on, and he feared that Peeves might report him to the Headmaster. .

'Sneeze machine? I know you're there ...' cried Peeves, hovering through the door. Since he could not see the student under the table, he picked up the chalk box that was next to the blackboard and started chalking it all over, hoping to hit someone and get him out of his hiding place.

Several chalk pieces struck Regulus hard, but he did not move, nor did he utter any sound. This left the poltergeist bored, making him give up finding the source of the sneezing. When he heard the door slam, Regulus breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as he didn't hear any more noise, which took almost an hour to happen, he left the room and went straight to the Slytherin dungeon.


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165. The Refined Art of Clamming Up


After a rather a bad night of sleep, Regulus woke up at dawn and decided to talk to his friends about what he witnessed. Still quite sleepy and a little lazy to get out of bed, he sat up and looked around. The sheets were twisted, and hung at the foot of his bed, along with the green blanket embroidered with the Slytherin crest. He stretched and then with some difficulty, managed to pull the sheets and blanket back over himself. He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes. The room was quiet; Ami, Jack and John were still asleep. He looked at his watch hanging on the head of the bed. It was five in the morning. For a moment he considered going back to sleep. It was too early, but if he wanted to talk to the others without drawing the attention of the whole House, it would have to be before everyone awoke.

He got up, put on his slippers, and left the dorm carefully to make no noise. He walked endlessly through the dimly lit, short corridor that led to the common room, trying to think about what he would do next. As he approached the entrance to the room, he heard a sound of things dragging and stopped. His heart pounded. Who could be there? He craned his neck and peered through the door.

A small, chubby house-elf walked swiftly through the gloom, gathering candy wrappers and loosening cushions as he dusted the furniture and glittering silver skulls that adorned the place. So; it was nothing. Certain that there was nothing to fear the boy entered the room without being noticed by the elf.

'Ahem.' Regulus cleared his throat.

The elf was startled; dropping the duster to the floor, and turned quickly to find where the sound came from. Then he opened his eyes wide and smiled.

'Ah, Mr. Black! What a pleasure Toffee has in seeing you here. Long as you are not going to the kitchen to peel potatoes or have a snack, Toffee was wondering if Mr. Black had already finished your studies at Hogwarts School...'

Regulus took a few steps toward the elf and smiled

'No, Toffee, it's two long years from now to finish my studies at Hogwarts. I'm afraid you're not going to see me peeling potatoes anymore, I have no more reason to do so,' He said resentfully. It hurt him to remember those times when he and Alice were so close.

The little elf looked at him with interest, but did not dare ask why; he knew that it was not up to the elves to ask the reasons of anything for a wizard, even at Hogwarts. Then he reached down and picked up the duster and returned to wiping one already quite free of dust and gleaming silver skull. Regulus stood for a moment staring at the Hogwarts crest of the pillowcase the house-elf wore, until he broke the silence. 'Toffee, how does Hogwarts' elf loyalty work? I am curious, because in my home Kreacher could not disobey a family member's order ...' he probed.

Toffee stopped, straightened his body and crossed the duster over his chest, indicating that he was about to speak of something important. 'The Hogwarts house-elves come from a long line of tradition in serving the school; they respect the students, teachers and other wizards who work here and owe obedience to the Headmaster,' he said solemnly. Then he lowered his voice and, looking suspiciously sideways continued, 'When Headmaster Dumbledore took over, he tried to free the elves. It was the only time in Hogwarts history that the elves rebelled and went against an order from a Headmaster. Then the Head, as punishment for the elves, decreed a mandatory weekly rest of one day for us.

'What do you do on your day off?' asked the boy, amused and interested by Toffee's comments. For a moment or two he forgot his own purposes of his enquiries.

'At first, the elves secretly cleaned school's little-used places, as attics and floors below the dungeons. But then Headmaster Dumbledore found out our secret and forbade the elves from staying inside the castle on their day off. Since then the elves of Hogwarts clean the windows from the outside, repair the roofs, and help the gamekeeper with the animals; collect manure or pick ticks ... There is not much that an elf can do outside, but it is a good way to spend time.'

"Undoubtedly a good way to spend your free time: doing what you do better ..." he joked, although the elf took it as a compliment and smiled. The wizard then sat in an armchair with his feet on the armrest.

Regulus picked up a magazine from the side table and began to leaf through, pretending to read. By the boy's behavior Toffee understood that the conversation was over, and resumed the chores. A few seconds later, without taking his eyes off the magazine, the boy asked:

'I think it's very interesting hearing from you how things happen here at school. Let me ask you one more thing, Toffee. A Hogwarts elf must report to the Headmaster whatever happens in the castle?'
Toffee turned to stare at him with his bulging eyes.

'Only things of extreme danger to the students, sir. Headmaster Dumbledore should not be bothered by an elf. Headmaster Dumbledore has a lot to do, as do all the wizards. If Hogwarts elves notice that there are no potatoes enough to cook for dinner, the elves must buy it without asking permission from Headmaster Dumbledore. If an elf is sick, he can go to hospital wing and wait until the nurse is free to take care of him. Headmaster Dumbledore already gave elves permission to do such things. But if an elf notices a student is in jeopardy, Headmaster must know.'

Regulus raised his eyebrows. He doubted that the elves had any notion of what was extremely dangerous for a wizard, but he chose not to go into the subject, for his interest in the conversation was another. There was another pause in the conversation, and the boy spoke excitedly in a voice slightly louder.

'No doubt about it! Toffee, I'm preparing a surprise for my girlfriend. She's not very happy with me, so I want to see if I can count on the help of some friends to make her happy. But I have to do this before the others wake up, to keep the secret ... Could you please wake up some of my classmates and ask them to be in my dorm in 5 minutes? Or do you think this is such a thing we should have to go into the trouble of asking Headmaster Dumbledore for permission?'

'Headmaster Dumbledore doesn't need to be bored with such a thing.'

'So you can wake my friends up for me?'

Toffee looked at the boy without understanding. If he wanted to do something while the others slept, why would he wake them up? But, determined to be a good elf and follow the elven traditions of Hogwarts to obey wizards and witches unquestioningly, he nodded.

Regulus handed him the names of whom Toffee should awaken and went back to his dorm. He preferred to ask the elf for help since some dormitory doors had been bewitched so that no student who did not sleep there could open it. Side effects of last year's pillow attacks.

While he waited for the others to arrive, he set himself to the most difficult task of the day; to wake Ami, Jack, and John. He opened the door and entered, closing it behind him. The stale air in the room and the sound of the boys' deep breathing indicated that they were still sleeping heavily. Regulus tried to speak out loud:

'Good morning my friends! Time to get up!'
None of them even moved. So he decided to take more drastic measures. He took his wand and waved it in the air as he spoke the spell.

'Aguamenti!'

The boys woke up startled and wet. When they saw Regulus standing next to the door, they reacted with anger.

'You have no awareness of danger, Black?' cried John, tossing his pillow at his friend.

'Did something happen?' asked Amifidel, getting up, worried.

Regulus shook his head.

Then it was Jack's turn to throw the pillow.

'Do not do that again! I thought the walls broke and that Black Lake began to flood the room!'

After some time of pillow war and a few harmless curses, the four of them were laughing. Regulus put everything in the right place, dried the beds, sheets, and blankets. They were still panting when they sat on theirs bed to wait for the others, looking at the closed bedroom door.

Dragging slippers and still dressed in their pajamas, one by one the boys who had attended the events with the Death Eaters or were attached to them or their cause in some way, came in. It didn't take long for the dorm to be filled with yawning and a strong smell of sleep and adolescent sweat. Some of them stood upright or leaned against the walls. The others sat on the beds crowding the dorm circled around Regulus. He was sitting on a pillow, his back resting on the headboard of the bed, one leg stretched out, the other folded in a faithful but subconscious copy of the position of his brother he had watched through the window the night before. Mimicking Sirius made him feel like a powerful boy.

He waited for everyone to settle down and said, 'Good morning guys! I want to share with you that I've missed our Butterbeer parties, I think it's time to schedule something... and also I'd like to ask you for some help with something for my girlfriend ...' he lied, to disguise, just in case. The others looked at each other in annoyance. Then, noticing they were about to yell at him, he gestured for them to remain seated and waved a piece of parchment eye level on which he quickly wrote a note in an obvious code for all to understand. He thought it would be better not to share this information aloud, as he had his doubts about what Toffee thought would be pertinent to tell the headmaster if he heard anything unintentionally. He knew house-elves were not good at uncovering codes and metaphors, hopefully his pals would be able to understand. Then, without saying anything else, he handed the parchment to Jack, who was by his left, and gestured for him to pass it on. The note read:

"Last night I saw some human beings coming out of the castle, accompanied by the bearded face man. By the talk I could hear, I think they're from the Order of the Silly Bird. Maybe we should warn You-Know-Who about this, I think we're in the nest of the enemy ... Take care of what you say, to whom you talk and keep an eye on anything that looks suspicious ... "

The boys were reading, some of them interested, others showing boredom and impatience. It was when Crouch Jr. passed the note to Avery, and then, glancing over the message quickly, he crumpled it into a ball and threw the parchment back to Regulus.

'Bah, humbug! Did you wake us up for this? Again with your theories?Probably this is information that the elite of the Masked Men already know.
They're keeping an eye on the Bearded Face ...'

Mulciber, who was sitting on Amifidel's bed, stretched out his arm, picked up the parchment, smoothed and read it quickly.

'If what Black saw was really an enemy meeting, then he might be right and they're using our school as a nest. Well, in doubt, tonight we'll have a date and we'll pass on the information.'

Regulus rose from the bed in a blink, 'What do you mean, we'll have a meeting? I did not know anything about it!' he complained, disappointed to be out again. The other boys reacted the same way.

'Calm down,' Mulciber said, gesturing for Regulus to sit down and he obeyed, instinctively putting his left hand to his mouth and began to chew his nails as he heard Mulciber speak. 'It was my father who told me, but he asked me not to tell anyone until the last minute ... You know, they suspect that we can be followed if someone comments in the hallway, unintentionally ...'

'If he asked you not to tell anyone until it's time to go, you should not be talking about it. Now we are running the risk of someone commenting down the corridor ...' Severus chided, rolling his eyes to the ceiling.

'Well, it's almost the right time, it's going to be tonight, at ...'

'Silencio!' Snape's wand waved at Mulciber, whose voice was muted immediately. 'It looks like I'm the only one using my brain around here! When you learn to keep your tongue in your mouth, I'll take the curse off,' he said irritably to Mulciber, who was looking at him with an indecipherable expression.

Regulus got up again and walked towards his trunk. He opened it and found the newspapers, that he had shown to Mulciber and Avery, under his sweaty and smelly clothes from the previous night's Quidditch practice.

'Well, the thing is that I'm concerned about the movements of the Bearded Guy. I think he's getting very close to us and the elite group. Look at these newspapers. Here in this Muggle's tabloid there is a picture where you can see him in the background. Look at the picture on page 5 ...' Regulus said, showing the tabloid to the group. 'And here in the Prophet on the front page, the Bearded Guy makes it very clear he knows of our participation from last summer's events,' he added, waving the Daily Prophet.

He handed the copy of the Prophet to the person on his right side and the tabloid to the person on the left side, so newspapers went hand-in-hand through the group until they returned to him. Some of the boys nodded to show they realized what he wanted them to see. The others did it so they would not look like idiots in front of their peers although they hadn't noticed anything, like someone who laughs at a joke he did not understand.

'Where is this place where the Bearded Guy is at?' Severus asked.

'This is the front of the house of the brother of my cousin Bellatrix's husband, a place Lucius mentioned as the address of our next meeting and current headquarters of the elite staff ... He's not so dumb as we wanted him to be, he knows there's something there.'

'Um, you might be right,' Severus agreed. The whole group nodded, many with an air of relief that they finally understood what it was about.

'On the other hand,' interrupted Crouch Jr., 'It does not seem clear to me in the Prophet that he knows about us. From the beginning they knew of the participation of "children" in that episode.'
Once again the group nodded and looked at Regulus for explanations.

'Yes, I know. But when Bearded Guy says that "school will suffice in this", he shows that he knows that it was Hogwarts students who were at the event ... and who were the Hogwarts students closest to the places? We! The others were miles away, wandering around the other schools, remember? Brazil, Africa ...'

'Bingo!' Exclaimed Amifidel.

'Brilliant, Black. It really is something to worry about,' said Severus.

Avery regretted heavily not having taken it seriously when Regulus had shown him the newspapers the previous day, he would be as brilliant as Regulus if he had done so.

'But thinking about it now, do you know them or did you hear their names?' Avery asked, trying to show interest and put himself in the group of the brilliant boys. 'For now, from what I heard my father commenting with Mulciber's father, only the Bearded Guy is totally known ... Certainly You-Know-Who would love to know who the others are ... you know how it is ... It's easier to get rid of the opponent when we know their names, we know where they live ...'

'And playing with family can be a good way of rethinking your choices... you know... going into homes and cursing them all...' Crouch Jr. said excitedly, turning to Regulus.

'Oh, well ... Let me see ... There was a guy named Fabian ...'

'Silencio!' Snape again waved his wand, silencing Regulus. 'You'd better not mention the names here before the time. Or we may have problems, you know the power of the Bearded Guy ...'

Regulus nodded.

'Well, it looks like we're going to have a meeting later... you know, to play something ...' Jack said with a wink.

'And have some Butterbeer!' Amifidel added winking back.

'After dinner?' Snape asked and Mulciber tried to speak, but realizing that he was still voiceless, nodded.

'We'd better not be late for breakfast, it might catch the attention of the teachers,' Crouch said, standing up.

'No doubt!' Agreed Avery, before yawning, as he stretched as he rose from Jack's bed.

Regulus and Mulciber stood up with their arms folded, staring at Snape. He, in turn, twisted his lips and waved his wand dismissively, undoing the spell from the two of them without saying a single word. Then Snape turned his back to them and left the bedroom with the others.

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Hey Ivana, I'm very short on time but I have been wanting to comment forever, but things keep coming up. I loved the last two chapters and wish I could have told you sooner. I can't wait for your next chapter! So on with the comment.
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Besides, it does not seem to bring any news ... We noticed the heat in July...'
Mulciber doesn't seem to be able to grasp what Regulus is trying to show them. I had to laugh when I read his reply that the Muggle news didn't offer anything they didn't know, they already knew it was hot in July. And then Avery's comment in rage about what Dumbledore was saying. But Regulus thinks his rage was misplaced when he said,
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'What? He called us children ?!'
So funny! Poor Regulus is the only one who has grasped the meaning of what is and isn't said.
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'Avery, you see; no matter what he called us, what matters is that things can start getting tough for us. Up until now we have left school when necessary and with a certain tranquility ... And if they catch us, obviously we can pretend other purposes, but what if they start to really distrust our lies? Azkaban at age 15?'
Yes, I'd say he has it right and they don't care or they think he is being cowardly.

This is one of my favorite parts of the chapter:
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'I think you should leave the Order now that my sister needs help.' he rebuked.

'My dear Fabian, do you think I have not tried to stay home? Molly chased me out of the house swinging her broom at me when I said I would not come tonight. She screamed so loud that I thought even You-Know-Who could hear wherever he is . She said that if I did not come to fight with Order, there would not be a world worth raising our children. And she ended by saying that since I had no breast to breastfeed our baby, I would come to serve our people beside Dumbledore. And then she pointed her wand at me ... I thought it best to leave before she gave me a pair of boobs.'
Fabian laughed.

'That was certainly a wise decision! I'm sorry I scolded you.'
So funny! I love your humor you touch your chapters with. On another note, Regulus now has proof of the meeting of the Order.

I feel bad for Regulus, his girlfriend has him cooling his heels, and he can't get the time of day from Snape because he is busy annoying Sirius, James and others. But then all the sudden when it sounds like Regulus is onto something he makes like he is above Regulus and his friends.
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'Silencio!' Snape again waved his wand, silencing Regulus. 'You'd better not mention the names here before the time. Or we may have problems, you know the power of the Bearded Guy ...'
Ivana, I'm sorry this has to be so short and doesn't do justice to your wonderful ff, but I have to get to the grocery store or my guys won't have any supper to eat tonight. I do love your chapters and look forward to reading more.
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