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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
-Author notes-
Chapter 89: Bar Brawl
"Leave him to you?" Snape said with disgust. "You think you can face someone like the Dark Lord by yourself?"
"Severus, please." Dumbledore tried to calm him down. "We are all on the same side. And Mister Potter is much more than what it seems at first. He's—"
"He is an arrogant boy, just like his father," Snape exclaimed. "No, he may be worse. Just because he has some skill, he thinks he is the next Merlin or something."
Harry could barely hold the urge to laugh.
"Severus, that is enough. This old rivalry you had with James…let it go. Harry has proven to be a powerful wizard in his own right, which is why I invited him to join us, despite his young age," Dumbledore said.
"Am I the only one who heard what he said?!" Snape looked at the others like they had all gone insane. "He wants to take on the Dark Lord on his own? Not even you, Headmaster, would make such a ridiculous claim."
"Is it that ridiculous a thought?" Tonks said quickly after. "He killed fifteen werewolves with a single spell. Can anyone else in here claim to be capable of something like that?"
"I heard about that too!" Mundungus said with excitement. "Was it true? How did you do that?" He asked Harry. "I mean…I know you are the Boy-Who-Lived, but damn!"
Harry noticed the inquisitive look in Remus's eyes and wondered what the man could be thinking.
He knew nothing of his parents or the kind of life they had. To be fair, he had never even asked or tried to find out more.
It may sound cruel, which is why he never said it out loud, but…it just didn't feel like it had anything to do with him.
He may have been born as Harry Potter in this life, but his old soul already had another identity engraved within it.
"Mister Dumbledore." Harry stood up. "It appears that my presence has brought some unrest into your small organization. In that case, it would be better if I leave."
"Wait, Harr—, I mean…Mister Potter." Dumbledore hurried to call for him as he turned around. "We need you to win this war…you know that." He didn't wish to speak about the prophecy in front of the others, but Harry knew about it. He was the only one who could defeat Voldemort once and for all.
Harry looked at the Headmaster. "I know that, Mister Dumbledore. And I still intend to fight. But there is no need for me to take part in these meetings. Just let me know when you find out his hideout. Me and Mo—…Madam Yafel can handle the rest."
"M-Madam Yafel is here?!" Tonks went pale. As an Auror, she had heard of that woman's reputation. And they had a very recent meeting specifically about her, detailing how dangerous she was.
Harry pointed back. "She is at the bar, having a drink…"
All of a sudden, they all heard a commotion coming from outside. The silencing charms in the room only prevented sound from coming out, but they could still hear what was happening on the other side of the door.
"That sounded like…broken glass?" Mundungus commented.
"And broken chairs," Remus added.
"Oh dear…" Harry began to worry. He knew it was a bad idea to leave her alone at a bar.
Morgan couldn't exactly get drunk, not in the traditional sense, because her unique condition prevented it. But a large concentration of alcohol still affected her. It made her more aggressive.
Harry opened the door and rushed outside, hoping that he could stop her before she destroyed the entire tavern.
Dumbledore and the rest hurried to follow after him, eager to figure out what had transpired.
Concern filled their faces. After all, this was a witch whom the Ministry of Magic had categorized as a "walking calamity."
Harry arrived just in time to catch a glimpse of someone flying across the room and hitting the wooden wall next to the door he had just crossed.
He took note of the man's black cloak and what appeared to be a broken white mask lying beneath his face.
"Crucio!"
The voice made Harry shift his attention to the center of the tavern, where Morgan was facing another one of those black-cloaked individuals.
This one was responsible for the Unforgivable Curse that had been aimed directly at her.
He knew she could have easily avoided it, and yet she didn't. If he asked her, she would surely claim that it was because she could shrug it off, but the fact that the barman was standing behind her would also have something to do with it.
The woman hated to show it, but she had a softer side.
"Grrr!" Morgan roared. Her muscles tensed up, and she closed the gap between her and her opponent.
Before this one had time to even think about casting another curse, he had both his arms broken and was thrown in the same direction as the previous one.
"Ahhh!" This time, it almost ended up hitting the poor pink-haired Auror who was now entering the room.
Harry observed that there were a few more individuals now. A small group was cowering in one corner, and a young couple was hiding behind one of the tables.
"You done with your meeting?" Morgan turned to address him while cleaning a few drops of blood from her face.
"Yes, I was about to leave…" Harry pointed at the two unconscious men. "Care to explain that?"
Morgan shrugged. "What can I say? They—"
"Merlin!"
Several gasps and exclamations were heard. They came from Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix.
"These men…" Dumbledore muttered with a troubled expression.
"Death Eaters?!" McGonagall cried when she saw their attire and white masks. They were the same ones they used to wear over a decade ago.
Now there was no doubt in their minds. Another Wizarding War had started.
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