Khaat put a charm on the dinner dishes and leftovers so they would clean themselves up. Then she moved noiselessly through the house so she wouldn't disturb Miseria. She was glad to have a moment alone so that she could work without interruptions. She could feel the traces of the energies from Miseria's parents and the deatheaters as well. There had been violence in this house. A lot of it, and very recently. It was something that she now became fully aware of. They had died here. In this house. She wasn't sure she wanted Miseria to know that yet or not. Khaat had yet to discover how they died.
She went from room to room, feeling a sudden feeling of panic come over her. Someone had been panicking in their last moments and left traces of it behind. She found her the master bedroom and quickly knew who slept where by the personal items left on the nightstands. She went to the mother's stand and felt deep, deep love for Miseria and for her husband and a strong desire to protect. Her last energies had not been fear and panic. She had been angry. Outraged. She had been trying to protect her family with all the rage she had. It made Khaat's chest hurt. She felt the woman's heart, all her love, and how strong it was in this house, and how much she loved Miseria. It was as if she had left that love for Khaat to find to continue loving Miseria with. Khaat was grateful for the gift from a woman she never knew but felt she already understood so well.
She went to the other nightstand. There was a pair of reading glasses, and a book. A favorite book, she guessed, by the wellworn pages. Khaat picked up the book and felt the man's extreme panic He had been hiding something. But what??
Khaat sat down on the bed and closed her eyes. She saw him carrying a blue velvet bag and how he had gone, alone, hurridly, from room to room, looking for a hiding place. He was hiding something very important. Something from the followers of the Dark Arts. She watched him go into the darkest reaches of the cellar because neither Miseria or her mother ventured into that dark damp back room full of old wood crates and spiderwebs. And incredibly large spiders. Khaat didn't like spiders.
She rose and went to the cellar herself now, still carrying the book to keep her bond to the man alive. She felt him coming here, almost running, and felt his heart beating wildly as he carried something that he didn't want in his house but yet didn't want to entrust to hide anywhere else. She walked into the pitch black room at the very back of the cellar--a room easily missed unless someone knew exactly where it was. Anyplace in this awful room would have been an excellent hiding place.
"Lumos!" Khaat lit her wand to use to find her way. She knew he had been here. Maybe even yesterday. She saw him use his own wand to melt the mortar between three of the bricks and move the bricks out of the wall. He had placed the blue velvet bag there and had replaced the bricks and reconjured the mortar. It was in a dirty bottom corner of the room. Khaat went to the spot and used a spell to open his hiding place. She used an "Accio!" spell to retrieve anything hidden there. The blue bag came easily to her hand.
She carefully opened the bag and looked inside. She saw a glowing prophesy ball. A prophesy ball? She thought the ministries had all of those. She frowned, perplexed. Why did he have a prophesy ball and why was he hiding it? She took the ball in her hand, and she she felt a sharp electrical charge leave the ball and race up her arm, a vision speeding to her mind.
She saw Miseria--older, without her parents beside her, and she saw what a strong force against the dark arts she had grown to become. A definate threat against their cause. And Khaat saw herself and Rob standing behind her. So--someone had seen the deaths of Miseria's parents, and knew that she would have new guardians who would raise her to be strong enough to become a real threat to any of Voldemorts followers. That was what her father was protecting. That was what he died for. Protecting his family. Loving his daughter, even though he knew his time and his wife's was very limited indeed.
Khaat took the ball, dark now, and replaced it in the bag. She carried it upstairs. As she went upstairs, she saw a vision of the Death Eaters breaking into the house, demanding the prophesy. Her father had lied and said it was in the attic. He had led them there, and when they realized he had lied, they had killed him in their rage. Stupid, she thought, because then they had no chance of getting the prophesy. Miseria's mother had run upstairs at the sound of the violence upstairs and had been instantly killed as she had drawn her wand to try to defend herself. It had all happened in one terrible moment.
Overwhelmed at watching their deaths, she sat alone in the dimly lit living room and tried to decide what to do next. She did her best to shut out all the emotion from her mind and do nothing but think logically. She "acccio-ed" the wills back to her hand and decided they had to move forward now. She had, she thought, enough answers for now.
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