3 - The Reverse Uno Card

¶Dragon Tongue¶

√Parseltongue√

°Wolf Language°

Thoughts

"Spoken words"

{Flashback scenes}

×Animagus communication×

Helena sighed exasperatedly. "Believe it or not, you jinxed it. Lucius Malfoy fled from that hellhole and I think he's on the hunt for everyone close to Sirius and Draco."

James' facial expression was unreadable as he said: "He doesn't know that hell's going to break loose if he tries to get here. I'll take care of that."

No one disagreed.

They knew better than trying to stop a Marauder.

The tense silence was broken by Dudley's growling stomach, to which Helena grinned and said: "Well, that's my cue to leave. I hope Remus stopped Dad from blowing up the kitchen." One loud CRACK and she was gone in the blink of an eye.

The little girl, Euphemia, started laughing. "She's right. Spencer is a horrible cook, even worse than Sirius." , to which Lily just giggled. "Since that's clear, do you want French toast for lunch?" She looked straight at her nephew.

Oh. Shite. Dudley's mind was racing, what could he say without sounding like a needy, spoiled brat? He decided to not upset her, so he just looked down and nodded.

"Good. French toast it is. Kids, go and wash your hands. James, you lay the table. Abby, go and call down Fleamont and Euphemia." Lily gave orders to everyone standing around before turning her focus to the frying pan.

A short while later the kitchen was filled with the heavenly scent of French toast and various toppings such as strawberry jam, Nutella and many other flavours as the residents of Potter Manor indulged the food and their family's company.

Fleamont and Euphemia I. Potter were without a doubt blessed with wisdom of age, considering they were both in their seventies, but that didn't affect their sharp and sound minds. It was a pleasant experience to talk to them, Dudley decided. They respected his past and didn't ask too private questions. On the contrary, they were eager to learn about their great-nephew's hobbies and interests. Euphemia I. took a specific interest in Muggle pop culture and interrogated Dudley about the current rock and metal music charts while Fleamont dwelled on the concept of hair styles.

Which led to Lily asking: "Apparently you have invented a potion capable of taming even the worst of hair disasters. Then why in the world are my husband and son cursed with something between the Whomping Willow and Hagrid's beard sitting on top of their heads?"

James choked on his coffee, gasping and wheezing for air for a solid minute before he could regain his speech. "First of all, I am offended because my hair is simply tousled. Second of all, the recipe was cursed so that it just makes the Potter Hair worse. Third of all, you make us use that horrendous stuff every morning. What do you expect then?"

The three women facepalmed simultaneously.

Euphemia I. sighed in exasperation. "That's why you lurked around the Potions Lab and the library all the time back when you were fourteen. You just waited for the grand opportunity to strike another one of your infamous pranks." James was baffled, which became evident in the incredulous question:  "You actually remember that, Ma?" Euphemia I. smirked. "I may be old, but I certainly am not stupid." That reply rendered her son speechless.

Harry burst into laughter, startling his sister and cousin, but they - along with everyone else, even the house elf Abby - soon joined in.

I guess this is what having a family feels like.

-(somewhere else, probably in another solar system)-

¶The balance has been disturbed. We have to intervene, there's no other way.¶

Seeing the Sentients in such an agitated state was more than unusual. The mighty creatures with powers beyond belief had the reputation of 'only watching from the sidelines' , as one may say. They had kept out of mundane business for so long that the other creatures, humane and magical alike, believed their existence to be only a subject from children's tales.

This time, it wasn't going be all smooth sailing. This time, one of them - a Trapped but a Sentient nonetheless - was involved.

The eldest of the group spoke again. ¶We know that there are spirits who deceived the ultimate fate, but this one is different. This soul seeks merciless revenge. She's out for the kill and we cannot ultimately stop her, we can only help on her journey. She won't stop killing innocent people by possessing then until she succeeds so it is our responsibility to ensure she won't take too many souls.¶

Another dragon lifted his head. ¶What are you trying to tell us, Mother?¶

The addressed replied. ¶We are going to track down her target so The woman's spirit can finally kill him to find peace.¶

¶So where's the problem? We're asking the lady to come with us so she can pull the Reverse Uno card on her husband. That's a matter of five minutes.¶

¶I am afraid it isn't. Her soul is bound to her son's fate and you know that ghosts can't physically harm anyone. The child will have to murder his father in order to save his mother. The boy is eleven, a mere child. How in the world will he be able to do this?¶

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Who is 'she'? What are the Sentients planning? How will Lucius's escape affect the lives of our heroes?

Well, you have to read on to find out ;)

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