aftermath | septima & dedalus
Septima could have recognised that patronus charm anywhere. She was grading papers when she got the message.
I’m behind the Leaky Cauldron. In a bad way, need your help.
Albus Dumbledore had that wonderful ability of having perfect timing, though she suspected this time it hadn’t been a coincidence at all. You go to him, he had said. He needs you. So she went, as fast as she could. The Vectors were a purely magical family; so was her step father’s. Septima never believed in any gods; but at that moment, she felt like praying to an unknown force that she could find him alive. Alive and well.
He was breathing, at least. She gave Amelia and Edgar a nod when she arrived, implicitly saying that she was going to take care of him. There were tears running down her face; tears she didn’t know she had. The Vectors didn’t cry, either - but her salty sadness was justified if his life was on the line. Gripping tightly at her wand, she murmured a few healing spells to close some of his wounds. She got rid of his shattered glasses, pushing back his blood stained hair. “I’m here, Dedalus.”, Septima whispered against his forehead. “You’re going to be fine.” And with that, she embraced him and apparated to her apartment.
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