whispers in the dark [Parvati]

[Casimir Elias Karkaroff]

15 April 2029

Cas had first started drinking at the Leaky Cauldron because he needed somewhere discreet to speak with other Order members – a place where they could feasibly run into each other without raising any red flags. There wasn’t any need for the secrecy anymore (of that flavor, at least, because Cas always had half a dozen ventures that required the utmost secrecy), but he’d never broken the habit. There wasn’t anything special about the place, not that he could see, but it was a revolving door of travelers and businessmen and there were all kinds of interesting conversations to cautiously eavesdrop on.

He wasn’t paying much attention to whatever was in his glass, since his attention was mostly directed towards the goblins sitting at a nearby table. Cas kept his head down, gaze focused on his drink while he quietly listened. He’d worked with goblins for years at Gringotts and gotten used to the hushed tones of their conversations around wizard places. He couldn’t say he liked them much, but business was business and both sides understood the value of that. Cas didn’t have to like his clients or his business partners as long as they both got what they wanted at the end of the day – and to that end, it meant he didn’t much care who he dealt with. Just so long as they were speaking the same language (if not galleons, then at least something equally valuable).

As always, he momentarily diverted his attention whenever he heard someone come through the door (because he liked to know exactly who was in the room with him, just in case). He glanced towards the door, only to stop in a moment of shock at the sight of Parvati. A moment later, he unfroze so he could take another sip of his drink. Cas supposed it wasn’t strange for anyone to pass through here, so it wasn’t strange for Parvati to show up. There had once been a time when they’d spoken on a weekly basis, and even more during particularly tense times for the Order or Ouroboros – but Cas hadn’t seen her since he’d gone to say goodbye after the fire at Hogwarts. It had seemed unnecessary to risk exposing his secret by maintaining the friendship after he’d stayed under the radar for years…but it had still been a bitter choice to make. He figured she would spot him at any moment, but he was still undecided about what should happen next. He sipped his drink, although he’d completely lost interest in the goblins.

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[parvati patil macmillan]

April 15, 2029

It was a Thursday, and Parvati was returning to Diagon Alley via the Leaky Cauldron after running an errand in Muggle London. She stepped back into the pub with the intention of going through the establishment and continuing on with the rest of her shopping from there, taking the opportunity before her schedule ramped up again. She shut the door after herself and then looked back in the direction in which she needed to walk, only to be met with a face she hadn't seen in almost three years: Casimir Karkaroff.

The last time they had seen one another had been a tearful goodbye at her flat amidst her profound grief following Shreya's death. His work for the Order done, they had both understood the danger of making their association known outside of that context. Parvati knew that he wasn't that far away—just as far as Knockturn Alley—and had still met with his sister, Anastasia, since then, but Cas had his reasons to protect himself that Parvati didn't want to breach. He still crossed her mind, however, particularly because of his kindnesses to her.

Cas was seated at a table, where he had a drink. Parvati's gaze locked on him, and she moved the edges of her mouth the slightest bit upwards in recognition of his being there. She didn't know what he had been up to and didn't know if he was there alone or planning to meet someone, so she acted with restraint and hoped that he would perceive her gratitude, if nothing else. She had come out the other side of one of the darkest times in her life, and she had him, among others, to thank for that.

Casimir Elias Karkaroff

[Casimir Elias Karkaroff]

The disbandment of the Order sometimes felt like it had happened much longer ago – a distant memory that preyed on the edges of Cas’s mind, but never seemed to occupy center stage anymore. It seemed to have happened in another life, to another Cas, in those distant days when he’d grappled with his own morality and why he constantly put himself in danger (for personal gain? For a cause? The uncertainty of his answer had haunted him). But all that time disappeared in a flash at the shock of seeing Parvati. It suddenly felt like they’d only said goodbye yesterday, the emotions of that day overwhelmingly difficult to ignore. They should have been happy, in a sense – the defeat of the Purifiers had been their goal for years – but they’d both been grappling with grief. Parvati had lost her daughter, and Cas? He’d lost his connection to the only thing that had ever given him a chance at redemption.

He’d been living these last few years for himself. There was a family reputation to protect, there was gold to be made – but he knew how selfish he was being. But Parvati had always been consistent, one of the only ones that’d actually seemed to believe in him. To trust in his motivations lining up with hers. As they made eye contact, Parvati smiled slightly in the slightest hint of acknowledgement. Cas raised his glass slightly, a silent toast, and vaguely gestured at the chair in front of him. They could have easily gone their own separate ways after that brief moment of recognition, but in all reality – he didn’t want to. She’d been a confidant, once, and he’d missed those fleeting opportunities to be honest with someone.

Besides, his table was isolated. His only nearby neighbors were the goblins, and they weren’t paying any attention to the wizards around them (their conversation had become steadily more hushed, and they looked distinctly unhappy). Cas didn’t see the harm in a conversation of a few minutes. Or rather – he saw all the potential avenues for this to end in disaster, but he missed his friend more than he feared the consequences. The world had changed drastically three years ago, but there were some few things he wished could have stayed the same. And maybe for a few minutes, he could at least remember what it felt like back then.

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[parvati patil macmillan]

April 15, 2029

Just then, Cas lifted his glass in a way that wasn't purely by chance and motioned to the chair opposite him. Parvati, who had anticipated the delay of needing to get a message to him through his sister, was a bit taken aback that he would be so open. Then again, it had been years, and he had been a Curse-Breaker once. On that basis, it wasn't as though his only contacts were people engaged in potentially illicit activities.

While she hadn't wanted to put him on edge or cause him to resent his involvement in the Order, Parvati also trusted that Cas could decide those things for himself. Quietly, she came over to his table and sat down across from him. She waited another moment before saying anything, however, and looked him over. He looked well, she noted.

Attempting to catch up on the years of life following the most recent formation of the Order would be too difficult there. At least, the Cas she'd known wouldn't be so forthcoming. Starting off their conversation so that he didn't have to, Parvati addressed him. "How have you been?" she asked, hoping to sound casual but knowing that she probably sounded as though she were in a counseling session instead.

Casimir Elias Karkaroff

[Casimir Elias Karkaroff]

Parvati sitting across the table struck a note of familiarity, since it was once a scene that had played out a million times before. The Order’s safe houses were isolated, and there wasn’t much reason to visit unless you’d coordinated a meeting or needed time to yourself. So once upon a time, Cas and Parvati would regularly meet to strategize, debate, exchange information. He would bring his ledgers to review suspicious purchases, and she would supplement his knowledge with stories from the past and a first-hand understanding of how the other side liked to work (strangely enough, history always seemed to repeat itself). Occasionally, they’d even come together to silently grieve, each in their own way. They’d certainly faced enough tragedy over the years, both personal and professional.

Still, he was confronted with the fact that he didn’t truly know Parvati anymore. It had been three years, three long and formative years that could deeply change a person. He remembered her as she’d been, but Cas didn’t know what the years might have done to her since. Losing family could change a lot of things – who knew better than him? He shrugged a little at her question. It was incredibly classic of her, as she’d always been one of the only people he knew who’d asked him about things like his emotions or how he’d been. Most people didn’t bother with that sort of small talk.

“Busy,” he said succinctly, weighing how to expand on his answer while still maintaining a sense of ambiguity to anyone who might be listening in, “The fire triggered a lot of changes in the dynamics between families. We’ve done well.” It was true – the Karkaroffs had emerged fairly unscathed from the whole ordeal, since they’d backed the right side this time. While a lot of pureblood families had gone into a downward spiral, losing prestige and assets, the Karkaroff family had been taking advantage and reaping the benefits. They were an oddly united island of stability amongst all the chaos. “And you?” he asked as he took another sip of his drink. “I wasn’t sure you would return to Hogwarts.” Nobody would’ve blamed her if she hadn’t. After the school had finished its rebuilding and restructuring process, there’d been a lot of questions about which professors would return and which parents would allow their children to attend as students.

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[parvati patil macmillan]

April 15, 2029

"Busy," Cas answered her initially. "The fire triggered a lot of changes in the dynamics between families. We've done well."

Parvati nodded, understanding what he meant without his needing to elaborate. The Karkaroffs' dynamics were more likely to change because of everything that had gone on, given their views. Though she and Ernie were both from pure-blood families themselves, it wasn't anything to do with purity that had affected them. Losing Shreya, however, had.

"And you? I wasn’t sure you would return to Hogwarts."

There were times when Parvati hadn't been sure of that herself, particularly right after the fire. Cas had last seen her during that stage. "I had to keep myself distracted," she admitted. If she hadn't had something to do—working for the Department of Magical Education as part of the Hogwarts Rebuilding Efforts Council and then returning to the school as the counselor and Head of Gryffindor House—she wasn't sure what she would have done. "It still hurts," she added softly. There were always reminders of the past. "There's a memorial at MAGIC, with the names of everyone who's died at Hogwarts…" Plenty of them were people she had known, between the work of Lord Voldemort in her youth and Elaine Dupree years later. "It still destroys me to see Shreya's name there."

Casimir Elias Karkaroff

[Casimir Elias Karkaroff]

After so many years of watching the Karkaroff family decline into oblivion, it was strange to see the successes of this generation. But there was an undeniable sense of accomplishment in watching the family’s fortunes change and know that he’d been largely responsible for it (while also acknowledging Ana’s achievements in the Ministry and even Damian’s success in not being tossed out of the Prophet nose first). His father had taunted and endlessly tortured his two oldest sons, so Cas took a savage satisfaction in knowing that the Karkaroff patriarch’s disastrous legacy was gone and his own will had proven stronger in the end. He couldn’t communicate any of this openly to Parvati, but he thought she understood. She knew some of the basic history.

He saw the familiar grief in her eyes as she remembered her daughter. Cas nodded slightly at the mention of open wounds, bringing the glass to his lips to disguise the hardness that entered his face. Even with this undeniable victory over his father, Cas could never quite shake the grip the man still had on him – even in death. It was different for Parvati…the bonds that kept her tied to her daughter were made of love, but in the end, love wasn’t so very different from hate. The intensity of either emotion could always overwhelm everything else.

“She’ll be remembered right, for the hero she was,” Cas said quietly. Not like his uncle had been, branded a coward by his death, or the Purifiers who’d been killed or arrested by the Ministry and the Order. Those were complicated emotions too. Cas had worked against the Purifiers for years, in complete and utter secrecy, but they were still his peers. People he’d known and grown up with, ultimately. Cas hadn’t gone to Hogwarts when the call had gone out to Order members – showing his face there would’ve done more damage than good. It would’ve betrayed his true loyalties to the purebloods who’d recognize him, and there might’ve even been Order members who would’ve made the wrong assumption. But he imagined the trauma of that ordeal would stay with people forever. “It seems like so long ago, but the effects still haven't faded away,” Cas observed, shaking his head a little. The pureblood community, at least, was still feeling the aftershocks. The families hadn’t finished tearing into each other yet to determine the new power structure.

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[parvati patil macmillan]

April 15, 2029

Cas assured her that Shreya's memory would live on. "She'll be remembered right," he said, "for the hero she was."

Parvati smiled a little at that, in the same way that she had when she had first made eye contact with him upon entering the pub. She had never wanted her children to have to grow up to be heroes, but if she had to lose a child, she was glad that she would be remembered for her bravery. It meant that she had done something right as a parent, despite the many times she had felt like she had failed as a mother.

"It seems like so long ago, but the effects still haven't faded away."

"They never do, really," Parvati told him with a surer voice. She didn't want to be the bearer of bad news, but the effects never would fade. They would always be there. What had happened because of Elaine Dupree and the Purifiers or Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters couldn't be undone. There would always be losses that those who had survived would continue to mourn and versions of the future that would never occur, simply because they couldn't. "I'm alright, though, these days," she promised, and she really hoped that she looked it. She had had time to process the past few years. "I went to India a year after it happened. It felt like something I needed to do for myself, you know? To accept Shreya's death. And not living at Hogwarts has been good for me, I think." She liked having more of a separation between her personal life and her work. "It's a beautiful campus. It really is, but I don't know that I could live there again."

Casimir Elias Karkaroff

[Casimir Elias Karkaroff]

Parvati did have a point – the scars that the Purifiers had left would always stay behind and be present in magical society. As time went by, new stories caught the public’s attention and people forgot about the tragedies in their day-to-day lives. But you could always count on a memory to resurface at the worst and most painful times, and of course…everybody had needed to adjust to the new reality. There was no going back to an ideal after a scene like the Hogwarts fire, no way to flip the Time-Turner and just start again. Cas couldn’t say he’d gone unchanged after everything he had seen and done in the Order, and all the adjustments he’d had to make afterwards.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said, and the sincerity of the words caught him by surprise. But he’d always valued his strange friendship with Parvati, and the stabilizing influence she’d had on him. It was an unexpected byproduct of their partnership, but he’d come to view her as a friend. One of his only genuine friends, really. “Everybody needed some distance,” he nodded as she mentioned India, “I did some traveling, too. A callback to my cursebreaker days, I suppose.” In hindsight, Cas wondered if he’d just been looking for that thrill again as he visited so many of the places he’d once visited for Gringotts. He'd gone all over the Middle East and Asia, shaking off the monotone grey of the United Kingdom as he calculated the correct moves for his family and what to do with his life now. “Not being around the kids must be relaxing,” he noted dryly. Archie had reached out to him about his cursebreaking classes, and Cas had been loaning him his artifacts expertise to train the next generation. It only reaffirmed once again, after handling trainees and rookies in the old days, that Cas was a grumpy teacher.

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[parvati patil macmillan]

April 15, 2029

Even though Cas hadn't said outright that he was doing well, he seemed to be. He told her that he was glad to hear that she was alright and said that everyone had needed some distance. That was what she had assumed at first about Surya's leaving, too, Parvati thought, not that she wanted to try to have that conversation with Cas in public. He probably didn't know anything about it, and it wasn't something that she wanted the whole of the Leaky Cauldron to know, either.

"I did some traveling, too," Cas added, though he didn't specify where he had gone. "A callback to my Curse-Breaker days, I suppose."

Instead of expanding upon his travels, however, Cas went on to state, "Not being around the kids must be relaxing."

"A bit," Parvati agreed with a nod. Maybe she would have felt differently about it if she were teaching, but it wasn't too bad most of the time. "The fifth-years at MAGIC, the students in their OWL year, are"—Parvati had to pause for a moment to think of the right word to use—"misbehaved. I'll put it that way." More accurately, some of those kids probably put Peeves the poltergeist to shame. She was fairly certain that some of the students in that year had been in detention or the Hospital Wing more than they had been in their lessons, but there was always one year group that stood out for some reason. Parvati supposed her year at Hogwarts had been the same way and laughed a little to herself.

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