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Leaving Hermione behind, I entered my house/dimension and sat on the couch while watching things from Hermione's side: Everything happened as I planned, the memories that were implanted in the witches were of great help thanks to that, the whole scene was repeated from the beginning, when the witches arrived shooting their spells the golden trio dodging, Mr. Weasley arriving on the scene to stop them from shooting more spells at the youngsters. The trio being questioned as to why they were there and if they were the ones conjuring Voldi's [Dark Mark].

Before leaving, I had told Hermione to act a little. She didn't seem to understand when I said that, but the girl was smart and perceptive, she quickly understood when she noticed that the witches were repeating their lines, maybe I'll teach her about magic personally, unlike those pureblood supremacists, she has an open mind for magic.

Then the [Plot] started rolling when they found out that the possible cause of Voldi [Black Mark] was the fake Winky ( Puppet ) I created to play with them. They questioned her without a second thought, like ... Really? the house elves are loyal to their masters, as long as you don't treat them like insignificant bacteria, they won't betray you.

With a heavy sigh, I stopped watching what was happening there, I already knew everything that was going to happen there.

The next morning: Chaos was happening, the Ministry of Magic was in absolute chaos because of You-Know-Who, and the other big news was that the Malfoy's were almost bankrupt. Many of the noble families were on the back foot thinking that Malfoy was broke and skeptical of the return of You-Know-Who.

Minister Fudge was completely denying Voldi's return even with some evidence in his face, all that was missing was someone throwing it in his face....

At the Weasley house, the golden trio was having a rather heated conversation.

"There's something I didn't tell them," Harry said, "On Sunday morning, I woke up with my scar hurting again."

Ron and Hermione's reactions were almost exactly what Harry had imagined in his room on Alfeneiros Street. Hermione held her breath and began making suggestions on the spot, mentioning various reference books and people ranging from Target Dumbledore to Madam Pomfrey Pomfrey, the Hogwarts nurse.

Ron simply looked surprised, "But he wasn't there, was he? You-Know-Who? The last time his scar was hurting, he was at Hogwarts, wasn't he?''

'I'm sure he wasn't in the bathroom,' Harry said, 'but I did dream about him... about him and Peter, you know, Wormtail, I don't remember the whole dream now, but they were planning to... kill someone.''

"It was just a dream," Ron said reassuringly to his friend, "It was just a bad dream."

"Yes, but was it really?" said Harry, turning to look out the window at the bright sky. "It's strange, isn't it... my scar hurts and three days later the death diners appear and three days later Voldemort's black mark appears in the sky again."

"'No... say... your name... 'Him!' hissed Ron between his teeth.

''And do you remember what Professor Trelawney said?" continued Harry, paying no attention to Ron, ''At the end of last year...''

Professor Trelawney was the divination teacher for the Golden Trio at Hogwarts.

Hermione's terrified expression disappeared replaced by a disdainful laugh.

"Ah, Harry, you're not going to pay any attention to what that old quack says, are you?".

"You weren't there," Harry replied, "It was different this time. I told you, she went into a trance, actually. And she said that the Dark Lord would rise again...bigger and more terrible than ever...and that he would succeed because his servant would come back to him...and that night the tail ran away.''

A silence followed, in which Ron was distractedly playing with a hole in his quilt of the Chudley Cannons.

''Why were you asking if Edwiges had arrived, Harry?" asked Hermione. ''Are you expecting a letter?

''I told Sirius about my scar,'' said Harry, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm waiting for the answer.

"Good thinking!" exclaimed Ronnie, wiping his expression. "I bet Sirius knows what to do!''

''I was hoping he would answer me soon,'' said Harry.

''But we don't know where Sirius is...maybe he's in Africa or on another continent, right?'' Hermione pondered. ''Hedwig couldn't make a trip like that in a few days.''

"Yes, I know," Harry said, but he had a heavy feeling in his stomach as he looked up at the sky with no sign of Edwiges.

''Let's play a game of Quadribol in the orchard, Harry,' Ron suggested, 'Come on, a best of three, Gui, Fred and George will play...you can try Wronski's Ribbon...'

'Ron,' Hermione said, in a tone of saying I don't think you are being too sensitive. "Harry doesn't want to play Quadribol right now...he's worried and tired...we all need to go to sleep....''

"Oh, I want to play Quadribol," Harry said suddenly. "Hold on, I'll get my Firebolt."

Hermione left the room muttering something to the sound of "Boys".

When Hermione left the room she considered telling the boys about what really happened, but on the other hand, a part of her didn't want to disregard ''his'' existence. Sighing she went downstairs.

...

Elsewhere, Daemon stretched as he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes drifting to the naked form of Eloah, Tina and Marcy who lay lazily on the bed breathing irregularly, enjoying the pleasant sensation of their bodies caused by post-coital ecstasy.