10.35am March 11, 1982 Diagon Alley @severssnpe
“HEY—”
It had taken only a split second for the peace to be shattered. Banners tumbling and the great pillars of Gringotts scattering marble across the cobblestones and into the crowd as they surged, bottle-necked into the square, desperately searched for an escape. He’d told himself that it was simply a precaution, situating himself so close to Amelia in the crowd, a symptom of the steadily increasing distance between them lately that he couldn’t seem to combat. He couldn’t blame her for choosing to work on Millicent’s campaign. He couldn’t blame her for being busy.
He could, however, blame himself if she were to come to any harm because of her presence on that list.
Harm; like the hand that had wound around her arm, tugging her through the crowd. He could blame himself for that.
His wand rose without a second thought as he pushed his way through the terrified masses in pursuit, planting his foot onto a sizeable chunk of fallen marble and using it as a springboard to leap forward into their path, landing with a heavy thump with finally a clear shot of the man guiding his sister out of the square. He didn’t hesitate at the sight of Severus Snape’s face, a growing web of connections sliding into place in an instant as he instead, attacked. “Impedimenta.”