Two figures appeared, the first one, a woman with auburn hair and brown eyes, remained standing proud, while the second, a man with a mischief twinkle in his eyes, had a bundle in his arms.
-Are you sure it's the right thing to do?
The man said, whispering trying not to wake the bundle in his arms.
-Yes, if the Snatchers would get me, she would come with me.
-This war will end; we don't have to bring her to an orphanage. We can protect her!
-You don't know what You-Know-Who's followers can do...
The two remained quiet, without knowing what to say, and walking swiftly down the road. At some points, the woman would look behind her, feeling observed. However, who would follow them? She had made sure they were untraceable.
Finally, they stopped at a tall building, who had the top window light up.
-We're here now, no turning back.
Murmured the man, keeping the bundle tighter, as if afraid of losing it forever.
-Yes, no turning back.
Whispered back the woman, and for a second she trembled, as if the cold wind had just now hit her with its cold grasp. Walking hesitantly towards the wood door a distant "CRACK" alarmed the two. The man ran towards the door followed shortly behind by the woman, which had grabbed from her pocket a long Acacia wood wand.
Just as a nun opened the door, the two entered running inside. When a man strode by that way, a mask down its face and its Unicorn haired wand unsheathed in its left hand, all doors closed as the windows looking menacingly at the man as id daring him to enter the houses.
- The trace disappeared, again. I wonder, dear Mudblood, where are you?
The masked figure cackled silently at his own words.
- When I will found you, Mudblood, dear Umbridge will have someone new to talk with.
With those words whispered to the pungent wind, the man disappeared with a "CRACK"; without leaving any traces of his appearance.
After those weird appearances, the neighbourhood seemed as ordinary as any neighbourhood did, without wands, and magic in the air. The Muggles slept in their cosy beds, without the oppression of a war or being killed, without even noticing the more rainy and dark days that were approaching.
Hours had passed from the withdrawal of the couple and the masked man. Nothing had changed, the wind was still spicy and the streets desolated, but the sky was getting clearer welcoming the dawn.
- Goodbye.
Whispered the curly haired woman hugging the young nun that was before her.
- Please be quick and careful, I don't want two dead friends.
Murmured in return while disbanding the hug.
- Now go please, go.
Stated again the nun, the woman walked away reluctantly. Getting out her phoenix feather wand, she touched the man with the mischief twinkle in his eyes and with a loudly "CRACK" the two disappeared.
The nun remind watching the place where her friends had disappeared, before trembling from the cold and entering the House of the Nuns.
The bundle was placed on a neatly little bed that was waiting for her for days, after the Patronus the woman of before had sent out to the Nuns. Unfortunately, the bed was never used.
Just outside on the alleyway of the building, men and woman with masks on their faces arrived, with a dark aura around them. The young Nun, who had only minutes before welcomed her old friends with a reassuring smile and comforting words, who was observing the scene. Quickly she rushed to the bundle and from her dress; she pocketed a unicorn haired wand, before disappearing with the bundle with a loud "CRACK".
Things were beginning to take a dramatic twist.
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