“Hmm ...” came the sound of Draco Malfoy. In surprise, the young man jumped up and stared apprehensively at a girl with the same blonde hair as everyone in his Family. Only here, long pointed ears and large eyes with an almond-shaped incision, as it were, hinted at its inhuman origin. “Hm ...” she said again thoughtfully. For a moment the guy thought that she was looking not at all at his face, but at the very soul. - N-yes ... I still hoped that everything would not be so pathetic. Mistaken, - a sad grin flickered on her lips. “However, Ron honestly spoke of a similar outcome.” It is unpleasant to admit that he is right on such an occasion. Yes and lose the bet Hermione too. Eh ... a month in the maid’s attire and in her submission ... I’m looking forward to it, ”she suddenly blurted out in a rather vulgar smile that looked alien to her inhumanly correct face.
- Who are you?
- Have you guessed yet? - She bowed her head to one side, after which she nodded at the young men of his parents standing behind. “But they have fully recognized.” Hello mother, father.
- How ?! - the cry of the soul of Narcissa Malfoy even brought some of those present out of a permanent stupor.
- The removal of the Malfoy family curse, as well as the awakening of the Heritage of the clan.
- Is it possible? - Lord Malfoy would not be himself if he did not try to get profit for his Family.
“My younger brothers were born with awakened blood.” True, we must admit that the mother’s legacy also made adjustments. Although the ability to use dark healing cannot be called a disadvantage.
- How to remove it? - the question is in the tone of command. Order of the head of the Clan to the youngest member.
“Alas, father,” an evil smile appeared on the elf’s lips. - For you, this method has been lost for the next generation. Yes, and not you to order me. There are no bonds between us. Otherwise, everything in the worlds would be mixed up. And just to share information with you ... you cause me too little respect for this. Therefore - goodbye! - and, not allowing the magician to figure it out, she simply jumped up. And she was not going to fall back - a small backpack that fastened on her back, shining along the edging, easily lifted her mistress into the sky.
“Hello brother,” came the sound of George Weasley mourning over the body of his soulmate.
- What? - Turning around, the red-haired guy stared in shock at the youth incredibly similar to himself. - F-Fred ?! N-but how? !! - A quick look in the direction of the body with the sternum torn from the Bombards.
“You missed a lot in the last twenty minutes,” the young kitsune shook his head, which he did not think to hide his true essence and which only the Weasley’s only living twin could pay attention to. - Let's just say - there are many worlds, and not all of us are Weasley.
“Why ... why are you ... have you come?” - asked George, noting the second eared twin coming out from behind one of the columns.
“Once our little brother ...”
- ... and in combination with the head of our family ...
“... said one clever thing ...”
“... that mercy may be different ...”
- ... and that when the time comes ...
- ... he will help us ...
- …anyway.
“I never thought this manner could be SO annoying,” sighed Weasley, a bitter smile on his lips.
“We cannot heal him - the brain is already dead ...”
“... but we can help you follow him ...”
- ... after all, we are fairies, but not simple ...
“... and therefore we can be completely conductors.”
- What to do? - firm determination splashed in the eyes of the magician who had lost a part of himself.
- Everything is simple ...
- …you need…
“... just die ...”
- ... and we'll take care of the rest ...
“… WE,” the twins finished together.
“It REALLY pisses me off,” sighed George Weasley, closing his eyes and feeling the cold metal of the gun barrel rest against his forehead.
- Goodbye, Weasley. You are already waiting on the other side of the Veil.
“Thank you,” and a soft popping shot right after that.
For several minutes, a couple of young kitsune stood silently over the dead bodies of their crooked reflections, after which a couple of blue lights flew out from their hands, which, touching the bodies of the deceased, turned them to ashes in a matter of seconds.
- I'll get drunk.
“And I will keep you company.”
Turning around the foxes, they whisked into the nearest gap in the wall, which now was pretty much in the entire structure.
- Well, what is the result? Redlis asked in a phlegmatic way, before that he was examining Ron Weasley, whom the school medical doctor tried to bring to life at least somehow. So far, unsuccessful.
“Get out of my world already,” Harry Potter hissed in response, whose hair was now diluted with a bit of silver gray hair.
“Hmm ... yours, not yours?” Progress is evident, - kitsune nodded quite. - But this should be encouraged. Hold it - they thrust a thin daddy into the hands of the Chosen One. - Here are some best practices and tips on what kind of ass awaits you in the near future, if you do not tackle the opposite part of the body. This is a hint at the head, if tat.
Stay tuned for more stories in future publications. I will be glad to your attention.