Chapter 5:  Fates dealings

 

 

 

~*~*~*~*~December 23, 1958…Ministry of Magic…Auror’s headquarters’…11:00 p.m

 

She looked so lost…he thought silently to himself. Men and women rushed around her but just sat there, hands folded on her lap, large brown eyes filled with unshed tears as if refusing to cry.  He’d given her a long velvet lined gray robe to drape over her thin dressing gown. She was unconscious when they found her, her long brown ringlets had thus since dried and flowed down her back, her full peach lips pressed in a grim line. She was a beautiful young girl. Yet it was her eyes that truly captivated him, Ones much too old of someone so young, yet strangely too clear not to believe.

 

“Here you go…” Alastor said quietly as he handed the girl the cup of hot tea he went to get for her.

 

“Thank you,” she whispered quietly.

 

“We just got reports of another attack…You coming?” Gerald asked as he threw on gray cloak over his navy blue uniform.

 

“No I need to finish this…Send Potter and Black as well and Find Albus Dumbledore…Now.” Alastor said gruffly as he looked at the young officer. The cadet nodded and walked away quickly.

 

“Am I in danger?” She asked suddenly as she looked at him.

 

“From the looks of it no, But I want to be safe…Ok” Alastor said kindly as he looked at the girl. She nodded, taking another sip of her tea, her brows furrowed as if in deep concentration. They stayed like this for several minutes as people rushed back and forth.

 

“You called…” Alphard Black asked walking briskly into the busy room.

 

“Ya can you find a spare room around here, and find Albus and Henry.” Alastor said briskly to his partner.

 

“Right here, is this the Survivor?” Henry Potter asked as he and Albus Dumbledore came from the other side of the room.

 

“Ya, I got just the spot.” Alpy said.

 

“Miss Sinclair if you can just follow us…” Alastor said as he stood up and looked around. He held out his hand in a courteous jester, that she gladly took. The quartet took off out the double doors and walked down the hall.

 

The place was a complete mess, Witches and Wizard running back and forth. The events that happened on this cold day were not likely soon to be forgot. At approximately 8:00 p.m that evening, the residents of St. Mitchell’s orphanage on 12 Hillside St all died in an apparent gas main explosion that blew up the whole of the three-story building and the surrounding buildings suffered considerable damage. Thus far, no survivors had been found except one. Emily Anne Sinclair, She was found across the street, unconscious, yet unharmed.

 

The finally came to a stop in front of a door several floors below where they had been. They walked into the small office and took seats.

 

“First Emily, if that’s ok if I call you that, These are my associate; My partner Alphard Black, Head of Muggle Relations Henry Potter, and Hogwarts Professor Albus Dumbledore, Emily here was found outside the building in the park across the street, You said in your earlier statement that you don’t remember how you got there?” Alastor asked patiently.

 

“No, I don’t…I don’t remember anything about today…” Emily said in a strained voice as the tears that she held in place for so long fell down her pale cheeks.

 

 

 

 

 

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