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It was impossible to Floo to Lestrange Manor, their wards were too superior for that. Fabian kicked himself for not foreseeing that, a stupid oversight, but it was no matter. The hard way, then. He could do that, apparating to just outside the manor’s gates.
Bellatrix and Rodolphus did have impressive wards. No surprise, considering how far into You-Know-Who’s inner circle he suspected they were. But wards were a speciality of his, Fabian knew how to look for their weak spots. Perhaps the rage clouding his mind now would have been enough to throw him off from that task, but he had an advantage he usually did not. It might be Fabian being careless now - no, not careless, it was simply there was only one thing he cared for and that was making Athena’s murderer pay - but Rodolphus Lestrange had been careless too. And that would lead Fabian straight to his wife.
All the magic Rod had thrown around in his office had left a trace and Fabian had carefully harvested the remnants of Lestrange’s magical signature, figuring it would come in handy. He used it now not to blast apart the couple’s wards - although that would have been satisfying - but to subtly prod his way past them, the magic temporarily confused enough to believe he was the master here.
Pretending to be Rodolphus. It was almost enough to make him sick. But he had more important concerns than Rodolphus Lestrange. He had only a moment to feel vindication at the wards allowing him past, closer to the imposing shadow of the manor - the door, he might allow himself the pleasure of blasting open, subtlety be damnned - when Fabian realised there was something he had not taken into account.
The wolf. He had not known there was a wolf, but it was bearing down on him now, snarling and enormous, a beast perhaps even more savage than its owners. Clearly not fooled in the way the wards had been. “Exumai,” Fabian cried out, angry enough to stand his ground, rather than try retreating to the gates.
