The war is upon them, and it will bring hellfire as soon as it cascades like a house of cards. Emily and Harry are faced with their own decisions, choices will be made for the betterment of the Wizarding World. Will the twins be ready for the conseq...
It was a bustling afternoon for them, between keeping their track on the trio and scouring the United Kingdom for underage half-breeds, the girls were proud to say that everything was going along according to their plan. As of now, to be in relative distance to where Emily Potter, Daphne Greengrass, and Blaise Zabini were staying, their group settled in an abandoned office building to which they had converted into a loft.
After weeks of living in bewitched tents, uninhibited warehouses, and motels, everyone had to admit that this was the most comfortable living space that they acquired for a long time.
"I've received news that three ministry officials were found on a rampage after releasing the Muggleborns on trial," She ran her hand through her unevenly cut bob, feeling a surge of excitement from the newly delivered note. "Witnesses say that they saw those people change physically as if morphing into different people – "
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"Black hair, blonde, and a shaved head?" Another girl said, twirling golden curls with her pen.
"Exactly those three," Annabeth Littleton said with a knowing smile, burning up the note after reading it. "Any thoughts?"
Anabella Tennant nodded, the cap of her pen ending up in between her teeth. It was a bad habit she had picked up long ago when she switched from inkwells and quills. "It's unlikely for them to return to the motel right now. But where else would they go?"
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"London is a big place, one of the three must know somewhere they could land. They used the Floo Network, they know that the Ministry would have a record of where they would go." Annabeth's eyes looked over Anabella's shoulder and saw their wards lounging on the carpeted floor with their old Beauxbatons textbooks which they had lent to them, teaching them new magic in any way they could; she was remembering the blood and sweat they put themselves through to extract them without a trace, without any further bloodshed that Voldemort hadn't already started. "We know that they wouldn't dare apparate since they've caused such a ruckus in the ministry, and of course, Zabini is still short two days before he breaks his Trace."
The blonde shrugged, swiveling her chair back to the writing table where they kept both a map of muggle London and Wizarding communities within London. It was the dreaded table where any of the thirteen of them would spend endless days and nights hovered over the desk, tracking the trio's steps and predicting their next movement.
