𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 | ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 𝕠𝕗 ' 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖 ' HIATUS

lxxxvii- my bitch

Two days had passed since Harry had dove into the pensieve with Evelyn and thanks to his godmother's tips and ruthless lessons he was able to block some attacks but even then it was up to him if he got better. Evelyn had decided to relieve Kreacher of his dinner making duty with Eurielle's help.

They sat in the great room with Sirius who had sat them all down, " It won't be long until they come looking here, Bellatrix will remember this godforsaken place and Deatheaters will show up by the dozen," he grumbled, his gray eyes looking tired and not as bright as they had been at the wedding.

" Where will you all go?" asked Harry.

Sirius shrugged, " We're not sure yet but that's not important," he said softly, " When we figure it all out we'll tell you but you lot need to make yourself scarce tomorrow-,"

" And do what?!" said Harry in a pleading tone, " I don't even know where to start,"

Sirius nodded, " Evelyn will get you three alone after dinner, but be mindful that she has her reasons for not giving things to you on a silver platter- no matter how much she wants to,"

Hermione stared at him hard, " So she knows what's going to happen?"

The older man glanced over to her before looking down at the ground, " I-It's more complicated than that," he sighed, "  I promise you lot won't be going into this blind,"

The three looked at each other with doubtful looks, " Well that would be a change of pace wouldn't it?" said Ron in an attempt to lighten the mood. Hermione offered him a small but amused smile.

-

Eurielle set out the plates before looking over to her mother, " Can you teach me too?" she asked.

Evelyn looked up from the plate of chicken she'd been cutting with wide eyes but then a bright smile graced her pretty face, " You'll be learning a lot more than just occlemeny," she hummed, " Since you're not going to school this year you and Theodore will be taught by myself- and maybe Remus,"

Eurielle grinned but it soon faltered when her mother's face grew sort of pained, " Are you alright?" she asked, watching as Evelyn rubbed her eyes.

Her mother nodded before turning back to the food.

Eurielle chose to relax and not think too much into it. She thought back to the woman she had met outside of the ministry. A friend of her mothers. . .

She eyed her mother curiously, did her father at least know?

Dreams had begun to plague her. Snippets of broken voices and faces, and she had a feeling she knew why this was happening. It was because of that woman, she had done something to her.

She recalled how her father had described her mother's dreams when they were teenagers, had that woman given her the same gift, was that how she would help her mother? Eurielle wasn't so sure she wanted this pressure on her shoulders, she didn't know if she would be able to handle the guilt if she failed to do good by her mother.

-

Dinner was eaten in a somber silence until Ron had finished his seconds. With a polite look her husband, daughter, and Theodore left the room, leaving the trio with her. Evelyn wasted no time telling them the plan and what they were to do, " As you know," she began looking at the teens, " The locket Harry and Dumbledore retrieved is a fake, I asked Kreacher where the real one was but it turned out that Mundungus took it, thinking it was some Black heirloom that Sirius didn't care about,"

" The real locket is being protected inside the ministry around the neck of Dolores Umbridge-,"

" So you're saying we get to hex the old hag into oblivion?" asked Ron very seriously. Evelyn couldn't help but smile.