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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
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Chapter 13: Bar Fight
It was the first weekend they had and the group just wanted to relax for a few hours at Hogade and drink so butterbeer.
"As usual, the Slytherin had to prove to everyone how far they were above the rest. " Sirius said with a bitter tone.
"Shh!, they are going to hear you," Peter whispered.
"I believe they are too preoccupied with sothing else at the mont," Remus added.
"Not everyone in that house is bad..." Lily comnted. Of course, she was thinking about her friend.
"Maybe not everyone," Alice responded. "But that group in particular has quite the reputation. Especially the Lestrange brothers...everyone knows to stay clear of those brutes."
Back at the other table nearby, things were heating up.
"What are you waiting for? He told you to leave." Lucius spoke coldly at the couple, his expression one of complete indifference.
"We're not leaving just because you told us to!" The boy stood up, ready to say more, but Rodolphus grabbed him by the collar and lifted him into the air.
"If we tell you to do sothing, you do it… You mudbloods don't have the right to question us!" Rodolphus' eyes burned with fury.
"Hey!" A young woman carrying a tray rushed toward the group.
"I don't want any fights in my bar!"
"Good, Madam Rosrta is here. She'll put an end to this."
Peter sighed in relief.
"We were rely making a simple request. It's best if you don't get involved." Lucius stared directly at Rosrta.
"My father could have this place shut down by the end of the month if I so much as ask."
Rosrta frowned, clenching her fists, but said nothing as she knew it was not an empty threat when coming from Malfoy.
"Please, let him go. We'll leave!" the boy's girlfriend pleaded, tears in her eyes.
"Hmph! At least this one knows her place." Rodolphus sneered, using a single hand to toss the boy to the floor. "Go on, get out of here. This table is ours now."
The boy stood up, teeth clenched in anger as he glared at Rodolphus.
He was about to lunge forward when his girlfriend grabbed his arm, whispering sothing in his ear. She practically had to drag him out of the bar.
Rodolphus and Lucius watched with amusent.
"It seems he still wanted a fight after all," Lucius said mockingly.
"Ha! Let him try… I'll wipe the floor with his face. I don't even need my wand for that one." Rodolphus chuckled.
"Are you two done drawing attention to us? Can we eat now?" Bellatrix, unlike the two boys, did not look amused by the spectacle. In fact, she looked irritated more than anything.
"Bella…be nice." Narcissa gave her a disapproving look before sitting next to Lucius.
"What are you complaining about, woman? I got us seats. Now bring that pretty butt over here." Rodolphus grinned, showing his sharp teeth while tapping on the chair next to him.
Bellatrix ignored his request and sat opposite him, next to her sister.
That made Rodolphus furious. "You won't be that disobedient for long…" he muttered the threat.
"Now, now… Let's have our al in peace." Lucius turned toward Rosrta. "Server! What are you waiting for? Attend to us."
"Tsk! Bunch of pricks…" Sirius huffed.
"Poor Rosrta, they should not talk to her like that," Peter said.
"I feel sorry for that couple," said Alice. "I've spoken with the girl a few tis. She's a seventh-year Hufflepuff, and she is always really kind to everyone."
"They think anyone who isn't a pureblood is beneath them," Lily said with disgust.
Jas observed the group with interest, wondering if they had already been recruited by Voldemort.
He hadn't heard anything about Death Eaters yet, so perhaps they hadn't started their activities.
But he was certain Tom had begun gathering followers, and those four at that table were pri candidates.
Jas hadn't thought much about the Dark Lord in a long ti.
'It feels like it's been several lifetis since I fought him…'
He had only been in his late teens when their final battle took place. After that, he had lived on for many more decades.
He had experienced so much that, eventually, Voldemort, his war, and everything about him had faded into a distant mory.
'But now he's alive once more… and it's sothing I will need to deal with eventually.' Jas reminded himself.
This ti, however, he wasn't the child of prophecy, so Voldemort wouldn't co after him directly. But that didn't an he could ignore it.
'Technically, I could just move to another country…' The thought crossed his mind.
Not that he would ever take that option and abandon his family and friends to suffer a terrible fate.
'I'm not afraid of him or his followers… Let them co, and I'll show them what I can do.' His eyes sharpened.
Then, he noticed Bellatrix. She had glanced at him, and for just a second, he saw sothing in her eyes…
'She looked sad… but why?' It didn't make sense to him.
As far as he recalled, that woman had been one of Voldemort's most devoted and fanatical followers. More involved in his affairs than the rest.
And yet, looking at this younger version of Bellatrix… It was strange.
She had the sa strong personality and the sa violent tendencies.
'But then… why do I feel like there is more to it.'
"Jas, co on!"
Remus' voice pulled him from his thoughts.
He looked up. His friends were all standing.
"Co on, mate, wake up. We're leaving," Sirius told him.
"You've been spacing out a lot, Jas," Alice said. "Last year, it was hard to get you to stop talking. You were almost as bad as Sirius."
"Hey! Everyone loves to hear my voice," Sirius said, grinning.
"It's true. You're… different," Lily said, looking at him in a way he couldn't quite decipher.
He couldn't tell if she was disappointed or relieved that he was no longer the sa Jas Potter.
Jas shrugged and chose to not comnt on it, simply unfazed by their reactions as he already expected them.
It wasn't like he didn't care what they thought, but at so point, as long as he was consistent with his actions, they would get used to his new self and stop looking at him like that.
Before leaving, Jas cast one last glance at Bellatrix. She looked bored and annoyed while listening to Lucius speak.
With the last image of the black-haired girl, he walked out of the bar.
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