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Chapter 109: Ambush
At exactly six in the evening, Amelia Bones had just returned to her manor after another exhausting day at the Ministry. Ever since Fudge was dismissed, her workload had doubled. Normally, she would stay until 5 pm when there is nothing big happen at ministry.
Would return late around nine to ten at night, completely buried under piles of reports if something big happen. But today was different, eventhough she was completely buried under piles of reports. Earlier that evening around 5.30 pm, Pius Thicknesse had visited her office to remind her to take better care of herself.
"I'm too busy, Pius. Don't worry about me. I'll head home later," said Amelia without even lifting her eyes from the parchment she was signing.
"Madam," replied Pius gently, "I think it would be wiser to return early. You'll need your energy for tomorrow and furthemore you need to campaign to become minister. Fatigue could cloud your judgment."
Amelia paused for a moment, considering his words. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right. With a tired sigh, she finally packed her files and decided to leave earlier than what she had planned.
"Mipsy," called Amelia once she stepped into her living room.
A small pop echoed in the air as her loyal house-elf appeared before her, holding a tray with a steaming cup of tea. The aroma filled the room instantly, soothing her nerves.
"Your evening tea, Madam," said Mipsy, offering the tray to her.
Amelia smiled faintly. "Thank you, Mipsy. This is the tea that young Mr Dudley recommended, isn't it?"
"Yes, Madam. The one that helps you relax and recover your strength," replied Mipsy with a cheerful nod.
Taking a slow sip, Amelia felt the familiar warmth spread through her body. "Excellent as always," she murmured appreciatively.
"You are welcome, Master Amelia. But… there is a guest waiting for you," said Mipsy cautiously.
"A guest?" she asked, setting the cup down. "At this hour?"
"Yes, Madam. They are in the kitchen," said Mipsy.
Amelia almost choked on her tea. "They?" she asked sharply.
"Mr Dudley Dursley and Mr Harry Potter, Madam," replied Mipsy.
Her eyes widened. "What? How on earth did they get in here?"
"Mr Dudley Dursley said you gave him permission to enter Bones Manor, and I was there when you did, Madam. So I let them in," explained Mipsy nervously.
Amelia voice rose slightly. "That permission was supposed to be for one time only! You should have asked first!"
Mipsy large eyes filled with worry. "I am sorry, Madam. Did Mipsy do something wrong?"
Amelia sighed heavily, rubbing her temple. "No, Mipsy. The fault is mine. Luckily, it was them and not an intruder. Next time, if I give such permission again, remind me to clarify whether it's one-time or permanent."
"Yes, Madam," replied Mipsy, bowing deeply.
"Good. Now, bring me to them," ordered Amelia, straightening her robes.
But before Mipsy could move, Amelia froze. A sudden pulse of energy rippled through the air, her wards were being tampered with. The protective enchantments around the manor trembled like shattered glass.
Her expression turned grim. "What was that?" she demanded, her hand instinctively reaching for her wand.
Outside, a faint echo of dark magic stirred the evening air.
---At Kitchen---
"She's home," said Dudley, after hearing Amelia voice which are a bit loud earlier. "All right, everyone.... are you ready?"
Harry, Dobby, and Kreacher had been waiting since earlier. Though they were prepared, a sense of nervous tension filled the air. Harry fingers twitched near his wand, Dobby ears drooped in anxiety, and even Kreacher's wrinkled hands clenched tightly around the metallic briefcase he carried.
"Relax we are gonna face Madam Amelia not moldyshorts," said Dudley.
But Suddenly, Harry face twisted in agony. His hand flew to his forehead as his scar burned with unbearable pain. He gasped, falling to one knee, clutching his head as though it were about to split open.
"Harry!" Dudley rushed to his side, his voice sharp. He knew exactly what it meant when Harry suddenly feel pain on his scar, Voldemort was close, close enough that might dangering them.
"Master Harry Potter, are you okay?" squeaked Dobby, his large eyes wide with concern.
Kreacher merely frowned and muttered darkly, "Master Dudley does this mean the Dark Lord is close from us… it taints the air."
Harry groaned, beads of sweat rolling down his temple. The pain was overwhelming, flashes of distorted images flooding his mind, a cold voice, the echo of cruel laughter, and the faint sight of a wand raised high.
"They're near," said Dudley grimly, his jaw tightening. He glanced at Dobby, who was still clutching Harry's arm. "If you can't fight, stay here, Harry. That pain means he's nearby, too close for comfort."
But Harry shook his head fiercely. "No, Dudley. I'm fine… I can fight," he said through gritted teeth, forcing himself upright.
Dudley studied him for a moment before turning to Kreacher. "All right. Kreacher, get ready. Use the Mark Five armor, and remember focus on the creatures first. Werewolves, trolls, giants, ignore the wizards until they noticed you or you want to save us."
Kreacher nodded, eyes glinting with excitement. "For Master Regulus," he growled, pressing a small button on the metallic gold briefcase. In an instant, plates of enchanted metal unfolded, wrapping around his body with a hiss of magic and steam. Within seconds, the elderly house-elf was fully armored, an odd yet impressive sight, standing only 1 feet tall but radiating power.
"Dobby," Dudley continued, "you can either transform or guard Harry. Which will it be?"
"I will fight!" said Dobby firmly, puffing out his small chest. "Master Harry, Dobby will protect you. If you are still hurting, please stay behind!"
Harry wiped the sweat from his brow, forcing a shaky grin. "I'll manage, Dobby. Don't worry."
"Harry, if you feel pain or can't move, you can hide in the briefcase emergency compartment," said Dudley, offering him other solution. "I'd rather have you alive than heroic."
"I said I'm fine," replied Harry, voice trembling, eventhough he was in pain "Let's finish this, Dudley."
A flicker of pride crossed Dudley face. He nodded once, tightening his grip on his wand. "Good. Then let's move, fast and quiet. Tonight, we change the story."
And with that, the four of them a boy, two house-elves, and a muggle-born warrior armed with magic and iron vanished into the shadows, ready to face what awaited them beyond the wards of Bones Manor.
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