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Presnlogue
SPELLS
I don't own Harry Potter.
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"Give me that, Potter," Lucius demanded anxiously.
"Aww, but I don't want to," Harry replied with a cold smile. "Of course, if you don't let go, Hermione... I'm going to shove this marble glass right up your ass." His voice grew colder and sharper with each passing moment.
"Tsk, tsk. You're thinking a lot about your little Mudblood friend," came a mocking voice. A woman who looked like she belonged in a psychiatric ward strode into view, biting her wand.
"Bella," Sirius muttered grimly.
"Nice to see you too, cousin," Bellatrix cackled, her laughter as jagged as if she'd swallowed mango fibers.
Harry raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.
"Oh, Bella," he said coolly. "Mudbloods, fifteen-year-old girls—this is who you threaten now? I'm not disappointed. I just feel sad."
Lucius flushed red, his eyes blinking rapidly in anger, while Bellatrix studied Harry with a strange curiosity.
"My, my! Here's our light savior, Harrykins!" Bellatrix exclaimed, clapping her hands together gleefully.
'Did that woman lose all her brain cells in Azkaban?' Harry thought, his face betraying his concern.
"This is so boring. Avada Kedavra!" Bellatrix suddenly screamed, sliding her wand toward Hermione and Lucius. Everyone moved to shield Harry.
"Accio mion!" Harry cast the spell nonverbally, yanking both Lucius and hermion toward him. They crashed into his body with a thud.
"Now," Harry muttered under his breath as the world around them blurred like smeared toothpaste, the light fading into complete darkness.
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They landed in the middle of a luxurious hall. Hermione ended up sandwiched between Lucius and Harry, while everyone else sprawled flat on the floor.
"Fuck," Sirius swore, lunging at Lucius to beat him senseless, but Harry grabbed his arm.
"Are you okay, 'Mione?" Ron asked, helping Hermione up. He looked embarrassed.
"Yeah... I'm sorry, Harry."
"It's okay, 'Mione. Who knew they wouldn't even care about themselves?" Harry sighed. "I just can't believe we've jumped into the same nonsense again."
"That's not your fault, mate. We're just thinking too humanly about them," Ron said, patting Harry's shoulder. Even Luna and Neville nodded in agreement.
Lucius made a run for the door, but Death Eaters appeared, encircling them.
"So, Potter," Bellatrix began in her sing-song voice. But before she could finish, a little boy darted forward and shoved her, sending her stumbling almost to the floor.
"Dada!" the boy exclaimed, running to Harry and leaping into his arms. Without hesitation, Harry caught him, tossing the prophecy glass at Sirius. The little boy giggled, hiding his face against Harry's chest. Harry, looking bewildered, tried to adjust the child in his arms.
"Aunty 'Mione's hair looks funny," the 4 years boy said, tugging on Harry's collar.
Harry tried not to laugh. "Don't run, Prince," Bellatrix pleaded, her voice trembling.
Both Harry and the boy looked at her with identical expressions of disdain, as if silently asking, 'Who do you think you are?' Even the Death Eaters exchanged confused glances.
"Silence!" came a sharp voice.
The boy, who bore an uncanny resemblance to Harry but with glowing crimson eyes, walked gracefully into the circle, his face expressionless. But when his gaze met Harry's, his mask dropped.
"Dad!" the 7 years boy cried joyfully, running into Harry's arms.
Harry's soul seemed to leave his body as the room froze in stunned silence. Sirius nearly dropped the prophecy glass in shock.
"Blimey, mate," Ron muttered, his jaw slack.
Hermione and Neville stood agape, while Luna smiled knowingly.
"Harry, did you... did you sleep with You-Know-Who?" Sirius blurted out.
"What the fuck, Sirius?!" Harry snapped, his face burning red. The boy turned all his attention to Harry.
"Fucka!" the child repeated innocently.
Harry turned pale. "Don't say that word!" he and another voice barked in unison.
Everyone turned to see a man with brown hair, thick eyebrows, pale skin, plump rosy lips, and glowing crimson eyes. He walked into the hall, flanked by the Lestrange brothers. His gaze locked onto Harry's, unblinking.
"Potter," the man said coldly.
"Voldemort," Harry replied, his voice steady.