Invisible String [t. s]

New Problems Begin

"Oh, we were closer than brothers." Amélie sent Dumbledore a quick glance before the young version of the Dark Wizard turned into the current one. The longing in his voice...perhaps closer than lovers.

"Will. You. Fight. Him?" The man was desperate, he knows himself alone doesn't stand a chance.

"I can't." Dumbledore answered afflicted, shaking his head.

"Well, then you have chosen your side." With another flick of his wand, two separate handcuffs were placed around Dumbledore's wrists. "From now on, I shall know every spell you cast, I'm doubling the watch on you, and you will no longer teach Defence Against the Dark Arts." Travers looked at all of the ones present, his glance letting them know it was time to leave. "Where is Leta? We need to go to Paris." He said and they all rushed outside. Theseus and Amélie walked slower though, being the last two remaining in the room alongside the Professor.

"Theseus, Amélie." Dumbledore called. They stopped walking and turned around to face him. "Listen to me, if Grindelwald calls a rally, don't try and break it up. Don't let Travers or Antoine send you there. Theseus, if you ever trusted me..."

"Scamander! Rosier!" Travers called from outside, both of them looked at the door. "We're leaving now!" They looked at the man that once was their Professor and he offered a sad smile, they returned the gesture before walking out.

"A rally?" Élie asked in a whisper. "Why would he do that?"

"I don't know, to tell his followers of his plan, maybe." Theseus whispered back. "Question is where would that be? Out of anywhere in Paris, where you think he could do such thing?" She shrugged.

"Aucune idée. It could be anywhere, let's face it, the guy has a bunch of followers."

"Indeed, he'll need somewhere quite big to fit them all there." She nodded.

"Hey, did you understand what was Travers talking about? The rumours? What rumours?" He sighed.

"Leta had a brother, and he died. Rumour has it that said brother survived and that Credence is the guy." She stopped on her tracks. "I know, I know."

"Do you think it's true?" He was silent for a moment as they spotted her in the distance.

"A little, there might be evidence about it. It's useless to ask her, whenever I have she's gotten mad at me. Can't say I blame her." Rosier sighed and nodded.

By this point, they were all outside of the castle and walked down the bridge before they all disappeared from sight just to appear miles away in France.

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Paris, France.
French Ministry of Magic.

When they arrived at Paris, the city seemed so gloomy, specially because every building had been covered by a thin black fabric. Amélie seemed quite shocked, she has never seen her home like this before. As soon as they walked in, Elyna was by the entrance.

"Oh, Dieu merci, vous êtes là. Nous allions aller vous chercher à Londra si vous ne vous montriez pas rapidement." She said.

"Well, I'm here now. No need to go looking for me." The blonde woman nodded. "Brought some friends from London." She looked at Theseus. "He's the Head Auror of their Bureau, he can boss you all around as much as I do while he's here." Elyna nodded again. "Now, brief us in the situation, would you?" Everyone started to walk quickly into the beautiful building with vaulted ceilings decorated with paintings of different constellations, towards Amélie's office.