Marc nodded relieved as he made his way downstairs, resetting the wards to allow the door to be opened without being broken.
James smiled opening the door stepping out, and shutting it behind him, not giving Marc a chance to follow.
"Dumbledore I assume?"James said studying the elder man in front of him.
"Yes. I have heard that you have found the boy, harry potter?I have... sources that say he is still alive.Here, at Dragongard."
James stared at him blankly, really wanting to put a bullet in him, "No. Not here."
"But he is still alive yes?"Dumbledore said, raising his wand, slamming the elder rizzoli brother hard into the door."Where is he?"
James gasped, as his ribs threatened to break under the pressure."London!"He gasped, drawing, wincing as gunfire sounded. Collapsing to the ground with a painful gasp.
Marc looked at the wizard, tilting his head, "I put one in your chest. Next one's between your eyes Alubs."He snarled levitating James into the front hallway, watching as the other wizard left. Stepping inside he shook his rain damp hair out of his face, looking at the brother he loved, swallowing."Potter!Get down here."He yelled, letting his voice sound through the castle like quiet thunder, the messager of fury.