"Metamorphmagus 25% blocked? What is that mean?" Heather asked while scrutinizing the offending parchment
"That means you can't use your abilities at one hundred percent," Griphook explained with a pinched expression
"I could transfigure myself and Theo just fine, though?"
"You can't change our face, Heath." Theo pointing it out
"Ah! But why did this man-"
"Maybe so that if you disappeared before the age of 11, he would still be able to find you. Meaning that, he knows how your muggles treating you, and he made precautions in case you ran away." Theo cut her question off
"The more I know, the more I hate-" She sighed resignedly
"And you're rarely hating, like hate-HATE people." Theo chuckled bitterly, feeling enraged on Heather's behalf, "Griphook, can all these blocks and compulsions be removed?" He asked and pulled a dazed Heather closer to his side
"I'll call a family healer, it may take time, he's in London currently," Griphook said, then proceeds going out of the room leaving the two agitated pre-teen
"Theo," Heather's whispered after a full minute, and the boy hummed to her hair
"How did he know- Is he putting a tracker on my body?" Heather shivered invontularily just thinking about someone's been tracking her movement all this time
"No," He picked the parchment and pointed out the potions section, "See? I remember someone's you called Ms. Figg back then when you told me about-"
"My babysitter?"
"Correct, she's the mole."
Then, silence drowned them once more. The incredulity is visibly painted on Theo's face, Heather didn't really know who Albus Dumbledore was, so maybe she didn't understand his skepticism. But for Theo who spent 7 years reading books that always have his names everywhere?
He shook his head and thought about a quote that said, The villain is the hero of their own story, then remembering about Albus Dumbledore's reputation in the wizarding world, was there a lot of rot he was hiding? Still?
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"Shed your clothes and step onto the platform, we'll begin the cleansing shortly." Ficus, Griphook's Goblin family healer commanded, "On your knees, Ms. Peverell. This will be very excruciating because the blocks and compulsions have been inflamed in your body for 10 years, shout without hesitation, no one will be disturbed, let us proceed." He said once Heather kneels in the platform's center, and begin chanting in Gobbledygook
The familiar cold feeling creeps to her every bone in her body, head to toe, then flows through her blood to her every vein, Ficus's chanting is louder but the drum-drum-drum of her pulse is buzzing in her ear drowning anything else on her surrounding, then pain, a lot of pain, like her every bone is cracked at the same time, and her every vein is exploded simultaneously.
