NABC Ch325- My Lord!
Ch325- My Lord!
Ch325- My Lord!
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Harry reached down and yanked Bellatrix to her feet with little effort, keeping his eyes on the swirling chaos of the alley around them. “Gather around me,” he commanded sharply.
The Death Eaters hesitated, exchanging confused glances. They had no idea who this man was, but the air around him crackled with an undeniable aura of authority. It was oppressive and commanding in a way that left them little room to question. Slowly, one by one, they began to move closer, drawn in as if by some unseen force.
Bellatrix, still dazed but visibly energized by Harry’s presence, clung to his arm like a lifeline. Her reverent gaze followed his every move as though he were a divine savior sent to deliver them from this chaos. “My L- What’s the plan?” she asked breathlessly, her voice trembling with awe and desperation.
Harry activated his Astral Sight, the world around him shifting into a tapestry of glowing runes and magical constructs. The wards woven tightly around the alley glimmered like intricate spiderwebs. The wards preventing Portkey use gleamed in a faint bluish light.
He quickly identified the issue: Dumbledore’s handiwork. The ward that blocked Portkeys was buried within the larger structure, designed not only to prevent escape but to resist tampering. Harry’s lip curled slightly. Of course, the old man wouldn’t make this easy. Breaking it required finesse, the kind he gained dismantling the curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts position.
Leaning in close to Bellatrix, who was staring at him with open reverence, he whispered, “Prepare the Portkey. When I give the signal, hold onto me and take us out of here.”
Bellatrix nodded eagerly, her fingers slipping into her pocket as her hand closed around something. “And the others?” she asked, glancing briefly at the scattered Death Eaters still standing amidst the chaos.
Harry chuckled, his tone low enough that only she could hear. “They’ll sacrifice themselves for us.”
Bellatrix giggled, her fingers tightening around the object in her pocket. Harry could feel her excitement radiating, but he ignored it, his focus returning to the glowing wards around them.
He analyzed their structure, noting the faint connections to Dumbledore’s magic. They were intertwined with the surrounding area, anchoring themselves into the very stones of Knockturn Alley.
Breaking Dumbledore’s magic wouldn’t be quick or clean, but he only needed enough of a gap to slip through. The key was precision—pulling at the right threads to unravel just enough without collapsing the entire construct and drawing more attention.
Harry frowned, casting a quick glance at Bellatrix. She was still kneeling, head bowed as though she were in the presence of Voldemort himself. The reverence in her voice, the way she clung to his every movement—it didn’t add up. His appearance as “Albus Riddle” was calculated, sure, but Bellatrix had never seen this face. She shouldn’t have connected him to Voldemort.
‘Is it the aura?’ Harry thought, his eyes narrowing. The presence he projected when playing this role mimicked Voldemort’s, especially with the touch of parseltongue he used earlier. Still, this reaction was extreme, even for someone like Bellatrix. She practically radiated devotion, her very breath hitching as she knelt before him.
“Where are we?” Harry asked sharply, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of danger. He didn’t bother clearing up Bellatrix’s obvious misunderstanding. If she believed he was Voldemort, it worked in his favor. Letting her assume otherwise would only complicate things. Better a delusion than dealing with her volatile paranoia.
Bellatrix lifted her head slightly, her breath uneven. “An old safe house, My Lord,” she whispered, voice trembling with reverence. “It was abandoned after the war. I thought it suitable—hidden from the Ministry.”
Harry didn’t immediately respond. He glanced at the room’s walls, the peeling wallpaper and the faint smell of damp wood giving away just how long it had been abandoned. “Functional,” he remarked, keeping his tone neutral. “And no one would think to look for you here?”
She nodded quickly, looking eager to please. “No one knows of this place anymore. It’s... it’s hidden from those blood traitors and fools.”
“Good,” Harry said, stepping away from her to inspect the room. He needed a moment to gather his thoughts. Her reaction to him had been more intense than he expected, and while her devotion was unsettling, it might also be the key to getting answers.
Bellatrix, emboldened by his apparent approval, stood slowly, her knees shaky. Her eyes, however, burned with fervent energy. “My Lord,” she began hesitantly, wringing her hands, “forgive me, but... how? How have you... recovered?”
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