Just a short little fic I dreamt up about the rapid descent of a mind into darkness. And the devotion that power demands.


August 14th

I suppose it all started with good intentions. I meant to help the Order. Complete detailed research into every topic available to me, even the dangerous and illegal ones, all in the effort to do good. I cannot lie, I did find the darker topics much more invigorating than I had imagined, and did seek out even darker spells to try and practice in the secrecy of the Forbidden Forest. The Order still considered me too young, and they would never have allowed my research. When you set your eyes too far ahead, you neglect opportunities that may seem disgraceful, but the ends always justify the means. In my experience anyway.

I have recently completed brewing the Wolfsbane potion, and am currently beginning to practice the Animus Ruina curse. Briefly summarized it has the ability to act similarly to the Dementor's Kiss, it destroys the soul without killing. There are several different derivatives of this base spell, but I wish to start at the beginning to better develop my understanding. Invention begins through already known concept after all...

August 20th

I successfully cast the Animus Ruina on a deer last night. I was too weak to write at all last night, it is a miracle I made it into bed. I cannot even remember leaving the clearing in the woods, although I remember seeing something... someone... out of the corner of my eye. But I must ave imagined it. I much have underestimated the power that the spell would drain. My research sources must have been flawed. Idiot wizards who write about things they've only imagined doing. But I, a mere muggle-born school witch have already achieved what they only dream about. I feel very strong today. Powerful in the truest sense. Soon I will have enough research to send some of the less major information the Order, anonymously of course, they mustn't know just yet, I can't have them hindering my work now can I?

August 22nd

I do not know what's happening to me, my entire being is becoming more and more obsessed with continuing my work and finding darker and darker spells. I dreamt I cast the Killing Curse on Harry last night. I can't even believe I am able to write this all down. I still am in shock, but more so that even after I woke up, that feeling of utter power and control still remained coiled in my stomach. I am becoming lost...

August 25th

I haven't slept since my last entry, so much has happened. I passed out on the night of the 22nd while performing the Animus Ruina again, and when I woke I was in a small stone cottage, somewhere deeper in the woods. I have no recollection of anything after the spell except of hearing a deep male voice muttering Latin words over me, then strong arms carrying me. I remember the end of the spell however, and I am still trying to find the spell it is used in, that purpose has kept me up.

"Redimio nostrum pectus pectoris , quod suo nostrum fatum , permissum nos exsisto linked pro infinitio."

It roughly means, "To crown our heart, and to stitch our fate, to allow we to emerge linked for eternity." I suspect it is part of an ancient devotion spell, and now I need to find the charm to recognize the one who cast it, and I am bound to. The only mark left by this spell is a small symbol on the inside of my left wrist. A six lined design that resembles nothing and everything at once. I see two snakes intertwined. I refuse to let my mind wander to the counterpart of this charm, I cannot allow myself to speculate, because the charm itself can only be cast if both parties are willing at heart. And I will not believe that I have fallen so far from the light as to bind myself to one so evil.

I cannot believe it.

But I know it to be true.


PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!

I know it's short, sorry, I might to a much longer version of this idea though... mehbee.