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Oliver quickly laughed, amused by both Avery's actions and Emily's brief attempt at mentioning she was okay. It was a flaw in his mutant ability, highly stressful situations, well they opened old wounds, deep ones anyway. It was almost like a healing gift, however, she healed at an normal rate.
"Thank you." Emily muttered, running a hand over the section that surely would reopen in moments.
The man in leather was already half way down the hall, stopping in front of the man who started it all.
"Professor, I understand you know exactly why I'm here."
"You are a clever man."
"Then you know exactly what I want. You also know I have every power available to take what I want."
"I also know that you will. However, it will not come from my students."
"There is a threat out there bigger than you can understand."
"And you think an army will help?"
"No. I already know it will help." Fury walked closer and handed a selection of files down. "You'll find, in here is a selection we've already had our eyes on."
"Some of these aren't registered."
"We have more eyes than you'd realise."
"Thank you." Emily muttered, running a hand over the section that surely would reopen in moments.
The man in leather was already half way down the hall, stopping in front of the man who started it all.
"Professor, I understand you know exactly why I'm here."
"You are a clever man."
"Then you know exactly what I want. You also know I have every power available to take what I want."
"I also know that you will. However, it will not come from my students."
"There is a threat out there bigger than you can understand."
"And you think an army will help?"
"No. I already know it will help." Fury walked closer and handed a selection of files down. "You'll find, in here is a selection we've already had our eyes on."
"Some of these aren't registered."
"We have more eyes than you'd realise."
I was going to wait for everyone to catch up with Fury before posting
A building stood lonely against a mountain range. Huge white peaks and towering cliffs, each topped with deep snow. Running through the fifty or so long mountain range was a small path, the only road from Castermere to Chathlas; the most prosperous and most populous kingdom in the Seven Isles. On the edge of that road stood a fort, thick walls made of grey stone. It's name displayed it's purpose. First Watch. For many years, the First Watch had served its purpose, defending Cathlas against any enemies that tried to pass through from the West. Over the years, it had coined a phrase: First Watch, Last Haven. There were many traders who passed through to Castermere each season, all of which stayed the night, each leaving a name.
Those who lived in such a fort were no soldiers, nor criminals. They were Winter's Children, orphans or sons whose parents struggled over the winter months. They were given to the Watchers for a better life, one of brotherhood and honour. If they survived the rough conditions below the Seven Hundred Peaks, of course. Many Winter's Children were sent along the road that disappeared into Castermere as scouts, each watching the road for rouges or Wargs.
Three men walked along the road, hauling a mountain deer behind them. It would serve as dinner and breakfast tomorrow. They had a good hour before they reached their camp just off the road. With five mouths to feed, the deer would suit their needs just fine.
Those who lived in such a fort were no soldiers, nor criminals. They were Winter's Children, orphans or sons whose parents struggled over the winter months. They were given to the Watchers for a better life, one of brotherhood and honour. If they survived the rough conditions below the Seven Hundred Peaks, of course. Many Winter's Children were sent along the road that disappeared into Castermere as scouts, each watching the road for rouges or Wargs.
Three men walked along the road, hauling a mountain deer behind them. It would serve as dinner and breakfast tomorrow. They had a good hour before they reached their camp just off the road. With five mouths to feed, the deer would suit their needs just fine.
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"Alpha class." Oliver commented, knowing Emily probably wouldn't understand the level of certain mutants powers. "They're the same level as the Professor, and Aurora. Powerful but with hideous flaws."
"Like yourself?"
"I'm afraid I would be beta." Oliver commented.
"Yes, but your power is useful."
"In the wrong hands, it's useful."
"Who are the wrong hands?"
"These guys, maybe."
The two of them walked down a set of stairs and towards a congregation of students who stood huddled together by one of the doorways that lead to the courtyards outside. Emily gave a frown and moved along to a spare window seat. Her concentration and stress was apparent, even more so by the long strip of blood that fell from behind her ear.
"Like yourself?"
"I'm afraid I would be beta." Oliver commented.
"Yes, but your power is useful."
"In the wrong hands, it's useful."
"Who are the wrong hands?"
"These guys, maybe."
The two of them walked down a set of stairs and towards a congregation of students who stood huddled together by one of the doorways that lead to the courtyards outside. Emily gave a frown and moved along to a spare window seat. Her concentration and stress was apparent, even more so by the long strip of blood that fell from behind her ear.
George was a little jealous. The Pure Blood kids, well, they were excited, finally going to Hogwarts. The act was like a coming of age, a right of passage. Yet to all the muggleborns, the whole thing was something from their wildest dreams.
"Yeah, both my parents came here." His voice trailed off slightly, uncomfortable and a little unsure. Perhaps he should have been thankful that Sadie wasn't like him. All the Death Eater arrests had front pages of the Daily Prophet, for years. Sometimes there would be months or years without another arrest. George shuffled the cards quietly, replaying that evening in his head.
***
"Mum! Theodore has my gobstones! He won't give them back!"
"For Merlin's same, stop arguing." His mother had called from the living room. "Just give them back and stop fighting." It took a few moments before Theodore gave them back. Outside, it was thundering, stormy and cold. The eldest Nott son moved over to the window and innocently looked outside. At the age of eight, he was old enough to realise somethings. Such as the two ministry officials that stood outside their house. He watched for a moment longer, counting men from the far side of their curtain.
It was another thundering noise that disturbed both Theodore and George from whatever they were doing. They were the unmistakable sound of their father's feet on the stairs.
"Kiera." He shouted, hurrying down the hall at a sprint. "They're here." That's all George and Theodore heard. During fights and private conversation, their parents always surrounded themselves with a protective wall of sound, preventing any sound from escaping that bubble. He next noise they heard wasnt something any of the Nott family would forget any time soon.
Bang!
The whole front door flew off the handles and sped at full speed down the entrance hall. Foot steps hurried down their corridor and the most visor moment he could remember from that evening occurred. His brother hurried over and pulled George up and behind the sofa, whilst the vision of his parents running in, holding hands occurred before them. There was another moment, one that defied his entire childhood. His father's hand rose up, as if the murder any of the Auror's that had come into their home. Instead, a small, pale white hand arose to deter George Sr. from making any more mistakes. Then his father pulled their mother into a loving embrace and kissed her, longer than he ever had, until he was thrown from her side.
***
George had never been able to remember just why that image stuck in his head for so long. Theodore had often explained it to be due to 'Dad's other women over the years. That Mum wasn't even sure he loved her.' It was obvious from that kiss, surely.
Coming back to reality, George handed the cards out quietly and offered Sadie another sweet.
"What was it like for you growing up?" At least it would create conversation, he wouldn't hear the same boring stories again and again, he'd finally hear something different and something new.
"Yeah, both my parents came here." His voice trailed off slightly, uncomfortable and a little unsure. Perhaps he should have been thankful that Sadie wasn't like him. All the Death Eater arrests had front pages of the Daily Prophet, for years. Sometimes there would be months or years without another arrest. George shuffled the cards quietly, replaying that evening in his head.
***
"Mum! Theodore has my gobstones! He won't give them back!"
"For Merlin's same, stop arguing." His mother had called from the living room. "Just give them back and stop fighting." It took a few moments before Theodore gave them back. Outside, it was thundering, stormy and cold. The eldest Nott son moved over to the window and innocently looked outside. At the age of eight, he was old enough to realise somethings. Such as the two ministry officials that stood outside their house. He watched for a moment longer, counting men from the far side of their curtain.
It was another thundering noise that disturbed both Theodore and George from whatever they were doing. They were the unmistakable sound of their father's feet on the stairs.
"Kiera." He shouted, hurrying down the hall at a sprint. "They're here." That's all George and Theodore heard. During fights and private conversation, their parents always surrounded themselves with a protective wall of sound, preventing any sound from escaping that bubble. He next noise they heard wasnt something any of the Nott family would forget any time soon.
Bang!
The whole front door flew off the handles and sped at full speed down the entrance hall. Foot steps hurried down their corridor and the most visor moment he could remember from that evening occurred. His brother hurried over and pulled George up and behind the sofa, whilst the vision of his parents running in, holding hands occurred before them. There was another moment, one that defied his entire childhood. His father's hand rose up, as if the murder any of the Auror's that had come into their home. Instead, a small, pale white hand arose to deter George Sr. from making any more mistakes. Then his father pulled their mother into a loving embrace and kissed her, longer than he ever had, until he was thrown from her side.
***
George had never been able to remember just why that image stuck in his head for so long. Theodore had often explained it to be due to 'Dad's other women over the years. That Mum wasn't even sure he loved her.' It was obvious from that kiss, surely.
Coming back to reality, George handed the cards out quietly and offered Sadie another sweet.
"What was it like for you growing up?" At least it would create conversation, he wouldn't hear the same boring stories again and again, he'd finally hear something different and something new.
"You'll get yourself expelled." George commented, stepping off the stairs they currently stood on. Of course any duelling team had spent many years perfectly curses, hexes and jinxes that were already lingering on the edge of the ban list. That sort of thing was legal on a stage, though even he knew the teachers wouldn't accept anything that happened offstage.
"If it hadn't been for Dolohov's need to play hero, we would have won." He commented, venom obvious in his tone. George had enemies, plenty, yet when it came to duelling, he had always forced himself to take team members on skill alone. Even if that meant having to keep an extra eye out.
He moved down through the halls and found the staircase that twisted towards the dungeons. The other students he'd been walking with shouted a fair well and moved along into the ground. There were a lot of things on his mind already this year, and they weren't even four weeks into the year.
"If it hadn't been for Dolohov's need to play hero, we would have won." He commented, venom obvious in his tone. George had enemies, plenty, yet when it came to duelling, he had always forced himself to take team members on skill alone. Even if that meant having to keep an extra eye out.
He moved down through the halls and found the staircase that twisted towards the dungeons. The other students he'd been walking with shouted a fair well and moved along into the ground. There were a lot of things on his mind already this year, and they weren't even four weeks into the year.
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