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Sons of the blue 17 - Changes

Info: Sequel to" Shadows swallow. "
Spoilers then.
Characters: a bit 'all
Rating: NC-17

Chapter 17

Changes


"Malfoy is recovering. "
Everyone, including Harry, sighed with relief on hearing these words from the strained voice of Dean.
Ron gripped the hand of his sister. Finally there would be for the Bill opportunity to defend themselves. Draco would have spoken, confirmed that Bill had saved him from that demon.
Now the red felt able to face even the possibility of a trial that probably there was none. But now ... now there was hope there would be justice.
"Unfortunately I can not even tell you where they are Bill and Malfoy, but McHayden I meant at least that. "
" They're fine? Really ... well? "
" As for Bill, I can tell you so. There will also be discussed Arthur, as soon as possible will be located, "said Lupin, directed mainly to the two brothers. "But as about Malfoy ... it is a bit 'more complex. "
" A curse, I suppose. "
" I think it is this, Miss Lovegood. "
" But it is not possible for anyone to see Bill? In the Muggle world arrest does not mean complete isolation! "Harry was very impatient, the thought of what he was facing the elder Weasley, after what had already passed ... Voldemort was unbearable. "It will have also the right to see at least the brothers?! "
" Believe me, Potter, if not the court to do so, I will provide the same in one way or another. I'm starting really to lose patience, that remains between us. "
" But for now it is better not to unbalance the situation to the detriment of Bill "said Lupin. "Professor, did you know ...? "
" Ylena Swennson? "Minerva McGonagall turned to see Ron's blue eyes. "Yes I heard Remus. Weasley, your friends can say. "Recalling that
Ron and Lupin had come together, and quite out of breath, in the office of Dean, Hermione and Harry looked at them expecting an explanation.
Lupin was talking about what had happened that night, Dawn and teaching and research for all the streets of Muggle London. "Although it might have gone anywhere, with the dust flying, "he concluded.
"But not in such a short time. "Remarked the McGonagall. Continued his practical and authoritative tone: "Your tests are now finished, with the exception of his, Weasley, in the Enchantments. "
" Do not tell ... I'll give it with Jacques? "
" I'm afraid so, Weasley. It is made available for this evening at half past seven. "
" Great, really. "
" Professor Flitwick and I have full confidence in her. And we know that it is well placed. "
Ron nodded, thanked her, and Seamus gave him a pat on the shoulder.
"Tomorrow evening should have been the happy event, but we can be optimistic. We will not have to wait long to celebrate twice. At any time you decide to get married, children, the Dean of the Master will act accordingly and give you permission to come back to Hogwarts. "Neville looked
the Witch, visibly worried. "It depends on who is the Dean of the Master. "
" Mr. Glowen not I told? "
The groom returned to his complexion. Everyone understood that he had feared a very different name.
"Well, I just have to leave the preparation of the luggage. Good luck to you for the Masters and the two of you, and Lovegood Weasley, for the last year. "The group thanked
loudly and stood up from their seats. While shaking hands with his former teacher of Transfiguration, Harry felt like a door closing behind him forever.
"Lupin, I ask you for a moment, if you do not mind. "
" Yes, Professor "was told by the teacher.
They spent their last evening in the tower, between the luggage and to fill the cages of owls and other animals to clean. Hermione discovered she was able to invade his room with books and Harry almost did not even remember that he had borrowed. He hastened to bring them to the Library, where he remained until supper.
In the downstairs, the group met in the Mezzavia, engaged in a vain attempt to keep good memories of Gazza and his cat. The caretaker
mumbled something incomprehensible and retired wing prohibited.
"Well, there would be upset if he had become civil all at once. "
" This show tomorrow will be full of students, "said Seamus, with a vein of nostalgia, as they sat at the table.
Neville nodded. "I'm afraid I will miss even the song of the Sorting Hat. "
" Do not exaggerate, "said Harry.
just laughed, but overall no one was very willing to talk. Ginny
Luna and exchanged a few words in monosyllables.
Hermione could not fix a cold empty place at the table by Jacques teacher, thinking about what should happen to Ron in those moments. He started slightly when he held his hand to Harry. "You'll see that Ron Stracceria. The swallow will do what he was able to say about the Weasleys. "
" I hope not to the sound of blows! "Objected to his sister.
"Weasley, we are losing time in half. We are at a standstill. That his spell is making me more than tickled. "
" I can always go to Cruciatus "Ron blurted out.
"Be very careful, Weasley. I am not willing to let you disrespect me like that. "
was a couple of hours that Jacques continued to pour on attack spells. The ability to maintain balance of Ron were coming under his shield, as well as his patience with the sarcastic teacher.
"A person has to earn it, respect. "Teacher
... For such a man should not have been possible to boast that title. The cruelty that for six years he had believed to see in Snape had done much less damage.
"What do we want? I am a criminal, Weasley. A criminal who came to Hogwarts and is threatening its students. Intends to defend these students? "Ron
was exhausted by fatigue, had not reckoned with the availability of the professor to deal with him for a whole evening. So this seems to be ready to do, though - Ron could bet a few galleons that had - just to humiliate him.
"Stupeficium! "The cast of yellow light in the middle of the defeated. Subtle yet incredibly precise scope and trajectory. A Stunning
launched by treachery. Ron gasped, lying next to one of the tables.
"And you should become a teacher of spells? Return to earth, Wea ... "
" Immobilus! "
Ron allowed himself a smile as she get up from the ground and held his wand pointing in the direction of Jacques, stuck on the end of his sentence for contempt.
"As you see I have learned the lesson, professor. "
He stood a moment before breaking the spell. Enjoy the silence, before being forced to put up the lecture itself. It was certain, he had just released, Jacques would have stuck with the language, if not with yet another spell. Somehow, he doubted not, would have required the last word.
But never knew what he would say Jacques, because while he pronounced the spell of issue, an owl landed on the sill window. This served to keep the workers
the wrath of man, which led abruptly to one side and Ron opened the window.
"Stop, Jacques. That owl is not for her, and she knows it. "Minerva McGonagall
advancing toward them, his face stern as Ron had seen her a few times.
"Weasley, you are not yet over for dinner? "
" You can go, Weasley, "he hissed Jacques. For some reason, the figure of the witch very frightened too, although not an employee of the school. "We will meet again soon. "While
down to the time of the Great Hall, Ron felt the beating of wings with which the owl off again in the night.
Minerva McGonagall was calmly reiterating that the mail was not part of the staff of Professor Jacques. Eclipse preferred to reach a place where you cut the tension with a knife.

"You have sent messages? "Muttered a voice above her, bitter and hasty. The voice of a middle-aged man.
"Yes," said a woman, both of them. "He felt
take away his strength, his mind, breath, life itself.
After the call for help - the last thing I remember - someone had snatched the piece of glass. As she fell into nothingness. The four directions on which he had always relied, and had expanded to become desperately Aurora, were leaving.
But at least the awareness of what was left was ... or was.
A wrinkled hand the cleansed face sweaty. The other hand, belonging to the same person, stopped her, when they tried to get to the face. "Stand still. "Said the man. "Where did those two? "
" You know, Mad-Eye, we must also throw off the police Muggle! "
" Tonks, come here, help me. When recall of everything he has done ... will the energy of both to prevent injury. "
"'s beard Merlin, who cuts. "Ylena woman bent over and began to control the makeshift bandages to his shoulder and wrists. "Look at the neck. These were not made only by his victim. He had already begun to punish herself. "
punished ... Yes, he had to do it.
the victim's screams had echoed in his head until it threatened to burst.
The screams. Pain.
Because he thought it would inflict more pain to stop the yelling? Because he thought it would serve to punish them away? It did not work, no ... Actually, the pain grew ... continued to grow, to feed himself and his madness. God, he killed ...
The moment in which the hands of the old left her, apparently just to pull a bag from a jar that she heard rattling in others, it was fatal: Ylena gave way to instinct.
His fingertips met the denomination that had managed to get on the cheekbones, and the memory is revived in her.

"What do you do? Help! "
She did not say anything. He just kept going.
"Help! "The
his prey - a black man, who had the misfortune to meet only in her death - was smashed against the wall of a shabby building in the suburbs.
could not escape.
It was a moment, and that glass was in his hands, ready to use.
no longer had the wand, and at that time not even remember being a witch, an Auror.
It was not more, to be precise, because his mistress had sucked all the powers, making them his.
Anger, hatred, the desire to kill, had filled the gap left by magic. What was
was the command of his mistress? Ah yes, now I remember - it was called - ... enjoy, have fun, keep fit.
What happened then? He was already on him, because he had not finished? Because the glass had fallen again on the ebony skin, beads of sweat?
Why had not obeyed his mistress? Why was not able to enjoy?
The bird of flame. She had been guilty of that bird of flame.
had pierced the blue velvet of the night, while he had snatched from his lips that scream wounds.
rough hand had locked his arm as he was doing now, and the piece of glass had fallen in the mud.
Serving damn, beautiful bird of flame.
But now that he realized who he was and what he had done, not even her, not even that beautiful specimen of a phoenix that the woman called Fanny, could prevent punished, as was the right thing to do.

Continued ...