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A sudden chill descended on the alley. Harry froze, but Dudley didn't notice; the boy was still blaming the sudden depressed thoughts on his cousin.
"S-s-s-stop! O-or I'll h-hit you!" Dudley choked.
"Dudley, if I wanted revenge, you would be feeling much worse," Harry snapped, pulling out his wand. "And I can't use magic outside of school except in self-defense. Keep quiet."
His cousin gaped at him stupidly. Harry stared around the alley, looking for the cloaked menaces from Azkaban....
He cursed again, making Dudley jump. There were three of them!
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"What do you mean, Umbridge sent three dementors after my brother?" Hades hissed, causing the two teens in front of him to flinch.
Corvus and Clay Lestrange, also known as Phobos and Deimos, said nothing. When their Lord was mad, it was best to stay quiet.
"Well." Hades straightened. "It seems I'm returning a little sooner than I had planned...." He stood up from the throne and pulled out a mirror. "Nyx."
A young woman with dark, lidded eyes appeared. "Yes, my Lord?" she cooed.
"No one will be able to contact me for a few months except for Asclepius, who will be coming with me. I will establish contact again when I am not around staunch Light supporters."
"Yes, my Lord," Nyx pouted. "Why are you taking Asclepius with you?"
"Do not disrespect my healer, Nyx." Hades' voice was ice. "I am taking him because he is the least insane and the most kind of my followers."
"And because you like him," Deimos muttered, before blanching when Hades glared at him.
"I'm sorry, my Lord," Nyx muttered. "I won't disrespect the softie."
Hades sighed irritably. "...as you disrespect Cle..."
"What will you be doing, my Lord?" Nyx asked curiously. Phobos and Deimos looked up with interest.
Hades gave a deadly smile. "Winning."
Asclepius: god of medicine, son of Apollo
Nyx: goddess of night
Phobos: god of fear, son of Ares
Deimos: god of terror, son of Ares
Hades: god of death