Chapter 4 : Reacting to Death
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Harry Potter and Ron Weasley rushed into the Leaky Cauldron. Even though Lily had told them over the phone that the three of them were alright, they were still extremely worried. Both of them found it weird that the attacker had chosen to go for Hannah and Rolf instead of their children.
Besides for a couple of knocked over bar stools and the two dead bodies, the Leaky Cauldron looked like it normally did. The two aurors quickly scanned the large room, desperate for the sight of their kids. They needed to know for sure that they were ok. They found them sitting at a table in the corner.
“Are you alright?” Harry asked as he rushed over to Lily.
“We’re fine dad,” Lily replied.
“What happened?” Ron asked.
Savannah quickly retold the events. She could see the two aurors eyes widen as she told the tale. It was obvious that they weren’t thrilled that the attacker had chosen to strike the pub where their children were. Then again, what parent would be?
“I’m going to double check that Hannah and Rolf are actually dead-“Harry started.
“I think I can tell if a person’s dead, dad,” Lily mumbled, annoyed that her dad doubted her.
“-and Ron, you go talk to the other three witnesses.”
Harry then turned to Lily, Hugo, and Savannah.
“You three should head home,” Harry said, before heading over to the counter.
“He’s treating us like little children,” Lily said annoyed, “I’m eighteen; I think I can handle myself.”
“He was just worried about you, Lily,” Savannah replied, trying to understand where Harry was coming from.
“Did you say the way that our parents looked us over?” Hugo asked, “They acted like we had actually gotten hit!”
“Well, both of them fought in the Battle of Hogwarts and lost friends and family; they probably just wanted to be sure they weren’t about to lose more.”
Hugo and Lily rolled their eyes at Savannah’s logic before the three of them started making their way towards the exit.
“Well, that kind of ruins our get together,” Savannah stated, having wished for a better outcome.
“Not necessarily, we could all go over to my house,” Lily suggested.
“Sounds good to me.”
“Same here,” Hugo agreed.
They were almost at the door when it burst open. Coming inside was a frightened looking Professor Neville Longbottom, the husband of the bar tender.
“Where is she?” Neville asked his former students, tears visible in his eyes, “Where’s Hannah?”
“I don’t think you’re supposed to be here professor, considering it’s an active crime scene,” Lily replied, trying to drag Neville away.
He didn’t look like he was doing well enough to see her body. It would probably just send him over the edge.
“Yeah, they aren’t going to be happy that you’re destroying an active crime scene,” Hugo agreed.
“Then what are the three of you doing here?” Neville demanded, getting angry.
“We were in the pub when it happened,” Savannah replied.
Neville’s expression softened as a little bit of the anger left him. He was glad that the three of them hadn’t been harmed, but he was still extremely angry and upset that Hannah had been killed instead.
“I want to see my wife,” Neville stated, trying to appear calmer than he actually was.
Harry and Ron walked towards the door, finished with their observations. They needed to talk to Neville before they could start searching for the killer.
“I want to see my wife,” Neville repeated, slightly louder than before.
“The medical examiner is still examining her body, so we can’t let you do that,” Ron replied, blocking Neville’s path.
“You already know that Hannah was killed by the killing curse! Why do you need to examine her?”
“It’s protocol, Neville,” Harry said, hoping his friend would understand.
A little bit of the anger returned to Neville’s face. He certainly did not understand.
“What if it was Ginny lying there? What if it was Hermione? I’m pretty sure you’d throw this damn protocol out the window,” Neville said, angrier and louder than before.
“Neville, you need to calm down,” Harry said calmly, trying not to picture the image that Neville had just put in his mind.
“Where’s Rolf?” Luna asked, walking into the pub, looking as frazzled as Neville.
“They probably won’t let you see him because of protocol,” Neville replied bitterly, spitting the last part of his statement towards Ron and Harry.
“What are you doing here, Neville? Was anyone else killed when Rolf was?”
Neville tried continuing his sentence but he couldn’t. No matter how hard he tried, tears escaped his eyes and raced down his cheeks. He loved his wife. They had two beautiful twin girls together, and Hannah would never get to see her grandchildren. Luna wrapped her arms around her friend, and they cried together, both mourning the loss of their spouse. The world was a cruel place sometimes.
***I hope you enjoyed that chapter :) I know it was the most eventful of chapters, but more action packed stuff will be happening soon. I'd love to see your guesses on who you think Raven and Viper is, and who they are going to kill next. As always, I hope you continue to read, review, and enjoy this story :D ***
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