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Alohomora
Legacy Name: Alohomora


The Common Archan
Owner: Tempest_921

Age: 10 years, 3 months, 2 weeks

Born: January 2nd, 2014

Adopted: 10 years, 3 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: January 2nd, 2014

Statistics


  • Level: 6
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 15
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


The enchantments placed on the Potter’s house would have fooled any passing Muggle to think that nothing was the matter. But Severus Snape was no Muggle and even in the darkness, he could see the last flicker of green fading from the upstairs window. As Severus watched, the dome of enchantments cast by Dumbledore began to tear apart, floating to the ground like delicate silk.

From across the street, the figure clad in black turned his head, as if hoping that when he turned again, this would all just be some grotesque illusion to ward off Death Eaters. But hope as he may, the devastation that lay before his was real. Should Severus not raise his eyes to the second level, the cast iron gate hanging off its hinges would be the only thing out of place. The front door was shut tight and seemingly locked, darkened rooms hidden from view by heavy draped curtains.

But the second level was blown apart, and soon the enchantments would not be able to prevent the Muggles from seeing the damage. They would blame it on a deadly blaze, or poisonous gas, as they so often did.

I promise Lily Potter will be safe.

Severus took one hesitating step across the street, then another. His steps were mechanical as he pushed aside what remained of the gate and stepped onto the neat cobblestone walk. She would be safe, she had to be safe. Dumbledore promised, and he never broke his promises.

One step, then another.

“How can you protect her -them- from the Dark Lord?”

“I have my ways, Severus, as you should well know.”

Dumbledore had promised. Tripping on a protruding stone, Severus careened into the front door, grasping at the brass knob as he felt himself tip off balance. Locked, just as he had thought. For a wild moment, Severus fervently hoped that he had been wrong, that the Death Eaters had been wrong, that the Dark Lord had yet to come.

From the looks of the falling enchantment, he had precious few minutes to confirm or deny his fears. Sweat trickled down the side of his face as he brought his wand up before him, almost in a defensive pose.

“Alohomora!”

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