❝𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴,
𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘢❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 was a somewhat quiet, yet mischievous guy who had trouble tailing him since he was a mere one year-old. He encounters a girl, whose only known attribute wa...
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XXXIII. METANOIA
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❝'Cause I need some substance in my life,
something real, something that feels true❞
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LUCIA STILL COULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT had just happened to them.
It just felt so unreal that dementors could come out of nowhere, especially in the middle of a boring muggle neighbourhood with the only trace of magic was both her and Harry. God forbid those 'ordinary' inhabitants even talking about imagination or anything near magic, because to them, the whole concept was just "freaky". Just reimagining the moment sent chills down her spine, but what was even more concerning is the fact that they targeted them specifically.
But one thing was for sure: It wasn't her that they were targeting, nor was it Dudley either — but that was already a give in... so the only one's left is —
"Hurry up!" Mrs. Figg said hysterically, breaking her away from her thoughts.
She frantically helped Harry and hoisted Dudley off the ground, pulling one of his massive arms around her shoulders. The pair then dragged him toward the road, sagging slightly under his weight. Mrs. Figg tottered along in front of them, peering anxiously around the corner.
Turns out, the lady had known Harry's prominent presence in the Wizarding World, as well as knowing that they were both wizards and were from magical families this whole entire time. Mrs. Figg's a bit different than them though, being someone who could not wield magic herself.
"Keep your wand out," she told Harry, as they entered Wisteria Walk. "Never mind the Statute of Secrecy now, there's going to be hell to pay anyway, we might as well be hanged for a dragon as an egg. Talk about the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery... This was exactly what Dumbledore was afraid of — what's that at the end of the street? Oh, it's just Mr. Prentice... Don't put your wand away, boy, don't I keep telling you I'm no use?"
"I-It's not his fault, ma'am," said Lucia, panting. "Even with me helping, we're both practically sticks compared to Dudley..."
"And you!"
Lucia immediately paled. "Me?"
"Yes you, girl. Where's you wand?" chastised Mrs. Figg, "It would've been helpful if you had your wand with you,"
