Patricia Miller
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Natasha was sneaking through the forest shrubbery, getting closer to her target's house while marveling at how the rune Tom gave her blended her magical signature into the wards without setting them off. Really, Tom always came up with such ridiculous things... As much as it peeved her, she really loved how he fussed about her. It was in times like these she could clearly see he worried for her. In a way, it was a clear sign that Tom loved her and it made Natasha's heart melt with joy. She could see…-
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It was the evening of the same day when Tom received Hermione's letter and currently, he and Natasha were sitting in the woods near Fudge's house, right at the edge of the wards covering it while Tom was studying them and trying to make a sort of a counterspell. Unfortunately, as much as Tom hated having to get his hands dirty, Fudge's latest stunt in the newspaper forced his hand to get unpleasant. The man practically denounced Tom and Natasha, using the fact they crippled over ten of 'children' from…
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Two days passed since the Quidditch World Cup and Tom spent all of them adjusting the two suitcases to his and Natasha's neutral mana rather than wizarding one. It was a tough job that needed a lot of detailed touches but he had finally finished it. He had spent two whole days just for slight changes in the items' workings. If he wanted to reverse engineer them, he would probably be at it for months even with his Sacred Gear simply because the creator himself had no idea how the item actually worked.…
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Tom, Natasha, and the kids returned to the portkey point where Arthur instantly scolded the trio for running off on their own before they all returned to the Weasleys with the portkey. From there, Ron's big mouth showed and it didn't take long for the story of what Natasha and Tom did to spread throughout the family, ruining all vestiges of Tom's good mood. The shrieking Molly made it abundantly clear with her incredibly high decibel harpy-like voice that she didn't wish some murderers to camp on her…
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Everyone turned towards the newcomer, only to find a regal man with short blond hair and piercing blue eyes, wearing an old-fashioned suit that only screamed 'noble' despite being a bit disheveled and the man warily clutching a wand in his hand, ready to defend himself at a moment's notice. His demeanor was slightly like that of Malfoy and that made Tom a bit curious about the man's identity. Fortunately, he didn't need to wait long to get this information. "Greengrass, what are you doing here?" Crouch…
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Crouch looked at Harry Potter, noticing where the boy was looking, and he instantly frowned. The boy's embarrassed expression and subtle possessive look were a dead giveaway that the wand was his and not the man who Crouch first targeted to be the culprit. This complicated things a lot. The spell they used to locate the wand's owner could be used only if he was in the vicinity and it would only show a general location, rather than pinpoint the person. It was not a very reliable spell anyway and all of…
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Tom and Natasha were finally about to reach the portkey destination when Hermione followed by Harry and Ron burst from the bushes, freezing upon noticing them. Hermione was the first to unfreeze and she instantly rushed at Tom, grabbing him into one of her trademark bear hugs. "I am so glad you are alright!" She exclaimed in apparent relief and Tom could only wryly smile at that while patiently patting her back. Tom could feel that Hermione was more worried than he anticipated and that both made him…
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Done with his group, Tom had returned to the part of the forest where Natasha fought, only to find it half-wrecked with many trees broken in half, a few unmoving bodies lying here and there, one of which was even half-buried under a broken tree trunk, and in the middle of all this carnage was Natasha, aiming her pistol at two whimpering and cowering wizards clad in the death eater garbs, both missing everything below their elbow of their wand arm as they knelt near yet another, older wizard who was already…
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"Vampire!" That exclamation surprised and, much to her shame, distracted Natasha enough that her captive managed to cast a particularly strong Lumos spell right into her face... and grin at his victory. It was short-lived, however, as Natasha didn't burn as he expected and his grin froze when his Lumos ceased and he was met with Natasha who stared at him with a raised eyebrow. "Was that supposed to do anything?" She asked with an undertone of confusion. And here she shielded her face with magic…
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"Don't kill. Just permanently maim." Hearing that, Natasha inwardly grinned. She generally disliked violence but she also wanted to be useful to Tom, to show her worth, and in her opinion, fighting for him was the best way to do it. Even if he reassured her again and again that he didn't care about that, she saw this matter differently. It was how she was raised and while she was aware it was the Red Room that instilled this need to prove her value in her, it was still a part of her. One that she had…
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