章 467: Putting the Fear of God in Magical Britain.

Reima once again wakes up with two ladies on his arms, he sighs to himself as he looks at Fleur and reluctantly teleports out of the bed to get dressed.

The bedroom door opens revealing Nerissa who walks up to him in her typical sundress, she rubs her eyes, walks to the bed and nudges Ciri and Fleur awake, obviously wanting to head to breakfast as soon as possible.

Fleur gets up immediately but Ciri has to literally be carried out of the bed by the young vampire.

Ciri "Ok! Ok! I'm awake!" she exclaims as she finds herself lifted by the girl.

Reima sits at the table in some jeans and a black t-shirt while dropping his Witcher scabbard onto the table. "Well, secrets out... Might as well try and get reacquainted with our worlds rules and traditions." he says as he drops Ciri's scabbard next to it along with her sword Seath.

Nerissa nods and sprints off before coming back with Iaito attached to her hip.

Reima rubs her head, "I think you'll fit in just fine Snuffles, I'm sure you'll get on fabulously with our grumpy "Dad"." he says while smirking at embarrassed face of Ciri.

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Fleur "Our dad?" she asks in confusion.

Ciri "Geralt, not biological but you'd confuse us for family."

Reima "Right, we should get breakfast... I've got a lot to do today, though getting the House Elves to help will make it quicker."

Ciri "What are you planning to do?"

Reima "I'm going to bring back everything useful." he says.

The group makes their way through the school after a while, eventually reaching the entrance hall where everyone's eyes turn to them. Reima's got his two blades on his back and is wearing his Witcher gear, the black armoured plates giving those looking at them an ominous feeling.

Ciri is the same, Seath is hanging from her back, though her old scabbered isn't suitable for it so she's temporarily using a strap, allowing people to see the saphire or diamond blade.

Next to them is Nerissa, as her identity had already been uncovered they felt no need to have her act as a Rabbit any longer. The girl herself was holding Ciri and Reima's hands with the sides of her mouth upturned, apparently happier than she had been since Talicia passed.

Fleur accompanies them though people feel that she shouldn't be involved with the trio.

They walk to the Gryffindor table where people scurry and almost trip over themselves to get some distance from them. The only people who don't are Harry, Hermione and Luna... Reima glances at Damien who lowers his head as he'd been noticed staring.

Luna "Snuffles!" she squeaks as she looks at Nerissa, the young girl nodding at her and closing her eyes as Luna rubs her head in a way reminiscent of how she would her Rabbit form.

The group smiles at their interaction as Harry attempts to start a conversation.

Harry "Reima.. I heard about what'd happened last night.." he takes a glance at Hermione before looking back. "Thanks." he says.

Reima "No problem... Oh, yeah, sorry about that." he says as he pokes the blackened bruise on Harry's forehead.

Harry "Ouch! Dude!" He exclaims through a pained laugh.

Hermione leans in while checking if anyone is nearby to hear her, "Is... Is Voldemort dead?" she asks, clearly worried about whether he'd be back again for Harry as this was the third time already.

Reima nods, "There's a couple more thing I have to deal with but he's gone... Or atleast, he should be as long as someone doesn't do something incredibly stupid." His final words not providing her with the closure she was hoping for.

Reima "By the way Harry, I'll be needing to speak with you and Dumbledore privately later."

Harry nods, he didn't fear that Reima would hurt him as it'd be counter productive considering everything he'd done thus far. He also felt that Dumbledore wouldn't allow something like that to happen, even if he wasn't a match for Reima.

Soon enough the news arrives by owl, more than he'd ever remembered dropping in-front of everyone present, even those who never even ordered a paper. Reima snatches someone elses from the air as it'd become a custom at this point, even if he had his own copy for some reason.

Opening it he almost gawks at the title : "Return and Death of YOU-KNOW-WHO, ARE GODS AMONG US?!" Of course, the title is as provocative as possible.

"Dear readers, we at the Daily Prophet were stunned by last nights conclusion of the Tri-Wizard tournament, the event itself went off without a hitch and was incredibly entertaining, especially with our own Minister Fudge taking part as a judge. However, as the Boy-Who-Lived or Harry Potter as most of you know him touched the cup to win the final task he was whisked away to a location now identified as Little Hangleton graveyard. There he was confronted with the true betrayer of the Potters, PETER PETTIGREW! Of course when this information was revealed Minister Fudge dutifully revoked his Order of Merlin reward, additionally the supposed crimes of Serius Black were retracted and the reward given to him unfortunately post-mortem."

Reima takes a glance at Harry and can see his eyes shimmering with Hermione comforting him. He was wondering if they'd mention Ciri's involvement in his death, he doubted it as it sounds as if Fudge is manipulating the information in the paper. He wouldn't risk offending Reima at this point as he was there to witness his wrath.