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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
-Author notes-
Chapter 90: Drunk Teens
Harry ignored the men on the floor and walked to Morgan. "So… what happened?"
"I was minding my own business and having a few drinks when these two masked guys came inside and started to cause trouble," Morgan said.
Harry turned to the owner, who was still standing behind the bar. "How much did she drink?"
"Hey! I just drank one and a half." Morgan sounded defensive.
"She means one and a half bottles." Aberforth placed the bottles on the bar.
"Merlin!"
Harry heard his name and turned around. The members of the Order were examining the masked ones. "Are they dead?"
"No, I did not kill them," Morgan said. "They were just being annoying, that's all."
Harry got closer. There were two young boys. Couldn't be much older than eighteen or nineteen.
"I know these boys…" said McGonagall with a somber tone. "They were my students not long ago."
"Yes, I remember them as well," said Snape. He pointed at one of them. "Yaxley and MacNair. Average grades. Nothing special about them, except for the families they came from."
"Those families have strong connections with You-Know-Who," Tonks said. "What were they doing here?"
"I would also like to hear what happened." Dumbledore shifted his attention to the tavern owner. "Abe?"
Aberforth walked from behind the bar. "Those two lads came in here, all dressed up with their wands in hand. They were loudly proclaiming that the Dark Lord was back and that there was going to be a reckoning for all blood traitors, mudbloods… You know… that kind of shit. I'm sure they are piss drunk."
"I should take them to the Ministry," suggested Tonks.
"They won't be detained for long," Mundungus said. He knew how these things worked. To kids from important families, the law did not apply the same. Someone else dressing as a Death Eater would find themselves on a one-way trip to Azkaban.
Tonks sighed. She was thinking the same thing. "At the very least, I can have them stay in a cell for the night and ask them a few questions, but… yes. I'm sure Lord Yaxley can get them out with a few words."
The MacNair house was not as influential, but Walden MacNair was still the official executioner of the Ministry and had many important contacts.
"They have not been marked yet," Snape pointed out after lifting the sleeves of the boys.
"Very well. Take those boys away and get whatever you can from them. Also… tell Madam Bones that I wish to speak with her in private as soon as possible." Dumbledore turned to the others. "I believe we can conclude tonight's meeting, given the circumstances."
Mundungus and Remus helped Tonks secure the two young Death Eaters.
"Did anyone get hurt?" Dumbledore was glancing at the scared patrons in the tavern.
"Nah… this miss did quick work with them." Aberforth made a hand gesture toward Morgan.
"I'm afraid this is going to be happening more and more from now on," Dumbledore sighed.
"If there is nothing else, I think we should take our leave," said Harry while grabbing Morgan's hand.
"Wait, I still have to pay my tab," she said.
"Consider it paid," the owner of the tavern told her. "If it wasn't for you, those two would have caused a lot of damage to my establishment. I owe you this much at least."
"Oh, free drinks." Morgan smiled.
"Well then…" Harry was about to turn around.
"Mister Potter." Dumbledore approached. "I'm very sorry about how things turned out tonight."
"It's fine. But I don't think I would be a good fit for your group. If you want my help, you can still ask. Send me a letter, and I will respond," Harry told the old Headmaster.
He did not want to deal with angry potion professors or former friends of some parents he had never met. Harry had little interest in getting involved in such drama. He had enough on his plate as it was.
Harry and Morgan left the tavern and began to walk through the streets of Hogsmeade.
After his disappointing meeting and Morgan's tavern brawl, there was nothing else for them to do at the moment.
"Wanna go home already?" Harry asked.
"Mmm… perhaps in a bit. I want to walk like this for a bit longer." She grabbed onto his arm, and the two of them walked side by side like an old couple.
Harry nodded and didn't say anything else. He just continued to walk at her side.
Their relationship didn't have any proper labels. They weren't exactly boyfriend and girlfriend, and they were certainly not married.
And yet, their connection felt much stronger than any of that. They were companions who cared deeply for each other and wanted to be together for as long as they could.
That was enough for them.
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January passed by very quietly.
The growing influence of the Dark Lord could be felt in every part of Magical Britain, but especially in the Ministry of Magic. Yet those who were in power decided that they would rather live in denial and pretend that everything was still normal.
There were no more arrests and no more random teenagers dressed as Death Eaters trying to cause chaos. It was obvious that Voldemort still didn't wish to bring too much attention to himself and was waiting for the proper opportunity.
February arrived.
Harry and Morgan continued with their routines.
Their main goal remained the same. They wanted to destroy the Argent Flame and find whatever remained of the old King Arthur, if there was anything.
However, finding any new hideouts of the organization had proven to be impossible. Without any new sources of information, they had no choice but to wait until Lady Blackthorn was done decoding the book they gave her.
Just like that, February 24 arrived. And now it was time for Harry to return to Hogwarts.
The second task of the tournament was about to begin.
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