Chapter 115 – Release
"It is a bit weird trying to sleep down here when there is an old, dark wizard in his cell upstairs..." I murmured as we both were lying on a past-century bed, watching the stars from the small window on the wall.
"Yeah..." Quincy agreed, waving her wand and raising the flames in the fireplace, warming us up.
Luckily, after a few cleaning spells, the room was no longer dusty or filthy, and we could use the bed to sleep on. The problem was that no sleep came to us, even if we were tired.
"What do you think we should do with him?" I asked, turning towards her.
"No idea. Release him?"
"Ugh... maybe? Would that be good? What if he was lying?"
"Dunno... What do your instincts tell you? Both yours and the blood in you?"
"Hmmm... I think he wasn't lying. That was my first thought." I answered honestly and tried asking Herpo within me, too, but he didn't speak to me at all. I don't even know if he is awake or not.
"Let's look at it this way!" She chuckled, snuggling up to me, hugging my body, "He was the enemy of Dumbledore. Even if he is a menace and a source of trouble, releasing him would do us only good, as I doubt the two would reconcile. Dumbledore left him here to rot! Then there is the other side... Would the two join forces? He and Voldemort? I don't think the Dark Lord would dare to and instead look at someone like Grindelwald as a risk factor. Someone who could usurp his rule."
"And he doesn't know our powers... He doesn't have a wand, or he would have been out already. So if we let him out, we can still have the upper hand if he attacks us."
"IF he attacks us."