A Small Shack in Norway

The bright and beautiful sight of Norway is hard to forget. However, on this day, it is dark and gloomy. There have been thunderstorms for weeks now from a nearby storm. By the coast, there is a small shack that looks worn down from the rain. Inside, there are two rooms with boxes and supplies in random places. Dabriah stands outside the shack with her wand out. She wears a big trench coat. She knocks on the door and puts her hands in her pockets. A short old man opens the door.

Man: Dabriah... Please, come in before it gets too cold. You will catch something.

Dabriah clutches the ends of her coat so it wraps around her completely. She steps inside and looks around. The man immediately walks away from her into the house and offers a stool for her to sit on. She accepts it and sits down.

Man: So, how have you been? How is Oliver?

He turns around and grabs a pot filled with hot liquid and pours it into a cup. He shakes as he does this and clutches the cup. He twitches and tries to smile at Dabriah.

Dabriah: Both great.

They are silent. The man stares at the counter he is leaning on, and Dabriah is still holding her coat, looking at the ground. She lets go of it and stands up. The man makes a sarcastic and suspicious smile.

Dabriah: Look, Father, how long are we going to keep this up? We have to act now. And that means now.

Man (yelling): Well what do you want me to do about that?

The man slams the cup he is holding on the ground, shattering it into a million pieces. He is breathing heavily, and his eyes are widened. He stares at the ground with his hands parted at his sides. There is a rattling beneath the floor. Dabriah looks down towards the noise. She is a few feet from the man and her hands are in front of her as a protection from the shock of his loud voice. A woman then shows up from the other room and places her hands on Dabriah's shoulders. Dabriah tries to free herself from the woman's strong grip.

Woman: Maurice, calm down...

Maurice: No! I have been at this for much too long, Dabriah. I have so much to hide. The Ministry here is all over this part of town. And it is because of me. They know that I am keeping him here. They know that I have something to hide. Even the Ministry in London knows that something is wrong. Ever since Dabriah escaped from Azkaban, they knew that something was out of the ordinary.

Dabriah shakes from the woman's hands.

Dabriah: Father, I'm sorry. It's just that... I have realized that we have run out of time.

Maurice: And that is it. What do you want me to do?

Dabriah sits back down on the stool. She takes off her trench coat to reveal a black, knitted turtleneck and black leggings. She also has black boots on. She gently lays her hands on her knees.

Dabriah: Let me see him.

Woman: What? No. Dabriah, honey, I am sorry, but we could never let you down there.

There is another rattling below. The woman tries to stop Dabriah from getting up, but she frees herself once again. Maurice puts his face in his palms and leans on the counter.

Dabriah: Why? What is down there that I can't see, mother? I am the one who ordered you to put him there.

Woman: Watch your language.

Dabriah looks at the woman and takes one step. She takes another, and the woman doesn't follow her. The woman walks over to Maurice and puts a hand on his shoulder. Dabriah walks towards the other room. There are a few chairs pushed into tables around the room, and one chair is broken in pieces on the floor. In the middle of the room is a trap door with a piece of writing on it. She opens the door and steps carefully down a ladder. At the end of it, she turns around to reveal a huge dim-lit room with crates lining the walls. In the middle of the room is a single light hanging from a chain. Under it is a man sitting in a chair with chains hammered to the floor and tied to his wrists. He looks up at Dabriah in pain.

Dabriah: Hi, Harry.

Harry: Oh, you. What do you want from me?

Dabriah: How- how are you?

Harry: Seriously?

Dabriah: I just wanted to ask you something.

Harry: Well, I can't walk away so go for it.

Dabriah: That girl, Lily... She's yours, correct?

Harry: Of course she's mine. She's my daughter. Why?

Dabriah: Oh, nothing. I just wanted to know how you plan to escape.

Harry: The kidnapper is asking the victim how he plans to escape. And what does my daughter have to do with that?

Dabriah: Just answer.

Harry: I have no plan. I don't know why you took me, I don't know why you need me, I don't know anything.

Dabriah: Right. Well, Mister Potter, until she comes looking for you, you're not going anywhere.

Harry: So that's what you want. You want my daughter. Whatever for?

Dabriah: I'm afraid I can't tell you th-

Suddenly, there is a small sizzle, and Dabriah turns her head to try and find the source of the noise. An explosion blows off the left side of the room revealing a hill outside. Floorboards start falling from above. Dabriah runs fast and grabs a tote bag from the corner of the room. She digs and pulls out a knife. She kneels behind Harry's chair and starts to cut the chains. She looks up every now and then to make sure that they are not too late from the whole house collapsing. She starts to bang on the chains with the knife. They have to yell at each other in order to be heard.

Harry: Oh, now the kidnapper is trying to free me?

Dabriah is silent.

Harry: That won't work with a knife. The chains are metal.

She quickly takes out her wand from her bag and yells.

Dabriah: Hold on. Bombarda!

Harry squints his eyes and covers his face so he doesn't get hurt by the explosion. The chair and the chains break apart. Harry stands and looks at his hands freely. Dabriah quickly clutches his hands behind his back. She takes a piece of rope from her bag and ties his hands together.

Dabriah: Come on, we have to get out of here.

Above them, a huge pile of boards fall to the ground. Dabriah and Harry duck and run for their lives. They run towards the blown out wall of the shack and lay down on their stomachs just far enough so they could watch without getting hurt. The house collapses. After the explosion, there are boards and pieces of the house everywhere. Broken pieces of crates and furniture lay in every open space. Only the basement is left. It is open with no roof or protection and is placed into the ground. Dabriah sees her father opposite her above the basement, trying to get up carefully. She sees him jump down quickly as if something were wrong. She looks at Harry worriedly.

Harry: Don't worry; I have a family too. I'll stay. Go.

She puts her things down and runs to the canyon of the basement. Harry tries to sit up. As Dabriah jumps down to the basement floor, she sees her father's body over another, clutching it tightly and crying.

Dabriah: Mother.

She runs towards her and her father.

Maurice (mumbling): Oh, Laurel... Laurel... My only love...

Dabriah kneels down next to her and moves her head down so no one notices her tears.

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