Chapter 75.2- Doom Days.

“That’s impossible” She heard her aunt say before her eyes could even adjust to the sudden darkness. The light fixtures had gone off in the earthquake.

“Auntie?” She called, seeing the woman she had grown up seeing as unflappable on the verge of panic.There was fear in her aunt’s eyes for the first time ever, and Susan did not know what she could possibly do about it.

Instead of answering her call, her aunt stepped over, grabbed a hold of her and then closed hr eyes. Nothing happened.

“Damn it” That was the first time she ever heard her aunt curse. It would not be the last.

“Anti-disappiriton jinx. From that far out? It has to be him.”

“Who, auntie?” She asked, wondering who this him was that had her aunt so panicked.

Her aunt still didn’t answer. She let go of Susan’s hand, reaching for the book shelf. She picked a book seemingly at random and then came over to Susan, grabbing a hold of her shoulder so roughly that Susan moaned in pain.

“What’s going on?” She asked again. Ignored once again.

“Homebase” Her auntie said. Nothing happened.

“Home base, home base, home-ducking-base” Nothing still. Her aunt screamed in frustration before tossing the book to the distance. She moved to the fireplace next. She tossed the green floo powder into the flames, and instead of turning green, the fire remained the same bright red colour.

“Of course. He’d account for that as well”

“Who? Who’s coming, Auntie?”

“You know who” Her aunt said, meeting her eyes.

“No. He’s dead. Potter and Dumbledore are insane. The prophet says so. Everyone knows he’s dead.”

“This might be one of the last things I ever get to tell you Susan, but remember that when everyone knows something, it’s likely to be wrong.” She said.

“Now come with me” Her aunt said, but it wasn’t like Susan was given much of a choice as she was dragged off into the manor, heading deeper.

“Ameliaaaaa. Are you not going to welcome me at the door? What a poor host you must be” She heard the sibilant voice echo all through the manor. Some kind of spell?

“Damn it” Her aunt cursed again, dragging Susan into the library. She swung her wand behind her, shutting the door and she hissed at it in a language Susan could not place, but runes glowed on the door.

“That won’t even give us a minute” She said.