Roy lounged in the sun-drenched gardens of Valvas Mansion, the scent of blooming lavender filling the air. Around him, the laughter of Venenala, Grayfia, Rem, Ram, Albedo, Narcissa, Bela White, and Nagini rang out as they teased and playfully bickered, each enjoying their special moments with him.
He felt completely at peace—a rare sense of contentment that only came from spending time with the people he loved, free from the burdens of politics, war, or conspiracies.
Yet, far across the Channel, England's wizarding world was anything but peaceful.
The Ministry in Turmoil
After Fudge's resignation, the Ministry of Magic found itself fractured, with no official minister to coordinate the fight against dark forces. Different factions of wizards and witches took it upon themselves to confront the rising threat of Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
Dumbledore, no longer a principal but still a guiding force, led the Order of the Phoenix with grim determination.
Wizards and witches of every rank, from Aurors to Ministry officials, scrambled to defend the innocent and attempt to thwart the Death Eaters' plans.
The chaos was relentless—skirmishes in London streets, magical ambushes in Diagon Alley, and shadowy attacks in the countryside.
For a brief moment, it seemed as though the tide had turned. Death Eaters were captured, operations disrupted, and the people of England dared to hope.
The Dark Twist
But hope was fleeting.
A sudden, chilling report reached the Order of the Phoenix:
"Azkaban has fallen. Voldemort and his Death Eaters have stormed the prison and freed their comrades."
Whispers of disbelief spread through the halls of the Ministry. Prison wards, guards, and protective enchantments had failed—the most secure prison in the wizarding world had been breached.
Dumbledore's eyes, normally calm, now carried a rare edge of concern. The Death Eaters they had fought so hard to suppress were now regrouping, stronger and more dangerous than ever.
Roy's Contrast
Back in France, Roy remained blissfully unaware of the chaos engulfing England. He sipped a freshly brewed potion-infused tea, watching Narcissa and Bela White playfully argue over a chess match, while Albedo and Venenala debated business strategies for Liyue Fashion's next line.
The world of war, betrayal, and political upheaval seemed distant, almost unreal, compared to the warmth and love surrounding him.
Yet somewhere deep down, Roy knew that he could not ignore the turmoil forever. England was his home too, and eventually, he would have to step in—both as the mastermind who had outsmarted Voldemort before and as a protector of the wizarding world he cherished.
For now, though, he allowed himself to breathe, laugh, and enjoy life with those who mattered most, savoring these rare moments of peace before the storm inevitably returned.