A scream reverberated throughout the headmaster's office. All rushed to Lily Potter's aid as she thrashed and screamed out in pain. James lifted his wand to try to help his screaming wife.
"No James!" Sirius shouted as he grabbed James' wand.
"What is wrong with you Padfoot? Lily needs my help!"
"If you try to help her it will only increase in pain for her."
James stared at his best friend with incredulous eyes.
"This is a special Black Family curse. It judges those whom have impure blood." Sirius spat out, "if anyone interferes the curse increases."
Lily's screams of pains reduced into whimpers, her body giving out small spasms as James helped her up. A chilling voice leaked out of the shadows in the office.
"This is just but a taste of what I can do."
"Sirius what does this mean?" Dumbledore asked.
"The only explanation is that Calypso grew up with someone of the Black family. Only those of Black blood can cast this. It is my belief that Calypso grew up with Bella and her husband. If this is true then so did Harry." running a hand on his face he hid the tears the had slipped out of his eyes.
"We must take Lily to the Hospital Wing. She needs potions that are used for the cruciatus curse victims."
Nodding James allowed Sirius help him take Lily away.
In all the chaos no one noticed the shocked and awe look on the boy-who-lived's face.
Jake Potter didn't know what to think as walked down the dark corridors. He felt disgusted with himself as he remembered the awe feeling he felt when his mother had been tortured. It felt as if the magic was calling to him, teasing his skin. Shaking his head in attempt to get rid of his thoughts he thought of Harry. His twin brother. In away Jake felt hope, he wished for Harry to be the Boy-who-lived not him. He wished Dumbledore had said it was Harry not him. Yes, Jake knew that he acted like a pompous prat. Like a spoiled child. A true Gryffindor. In reality it was all a mask, he hated being the Golden Boy. He was weak, and he knew it. All the training that he got when he was young ruined his childhood. The pranks he pulled were all for show. Watching as the portrait swung open he practically ran up the stairs to his dorm ignoring all the questioning gazes. Locking himself in the bathroom he stared at his wand hand. At the serpentine like scar that was on the back of his hand. Harry had a scar as well, why couldn't he be the chosen one. Seeing no point in brooding he went to his bed and succumbed into a dreamless sleep.
Out of the shadows in the 6th year Gryffindor boy's dorm a thick leather book came out and landed on the edge of a bed in which a messy haired boy was sleeping.
Feeling refreshed the next morning Jake got ready for his long day at school, out of the corner of his eye he saw a leather book. The leather was a dark blue almost black with silver bindings. Grabbing the book he opened it and out fell out a short dagger. The dagger was made out of a transparent black material with a silver hilt that had violet and emerald swirls wrapped around it. Examining the dagger he put it aside and read the first page in the book.
The Art of the Dark Arts: An Introduction to Shadow Magick, Blood Magick, and Rituals
by Morgause leFay
He grabbed the letter that was stuffed in the book and opened it
I know how you feel Jakobeous Potter, do not suppress it. The Dark Arts is not evil. It is old magick, study it well and perform it in secret. Don't tell your friends, or family. I will keep in touch with you soon.
P.S this book has an enchantment on it. If anybody where to see it they would see it as a Quidditch book. Still be cautious
That was all there was. Feeling a bit of excitement he packed the book in his book bag and sheathed the dagger. Grabbing his things he prepared for the day.
"I've planted it," Stelle said as she joined Theon on the Ravenclaw table. Fully aware of all the stares they were receiving she tried to act as neutral as possible.
"I'm sure we will be pestered with questions today." Theon calmly stated looking around the Hall.
"Hm, yes. I'm sure Dumbledore has it covered though. I left a nice little message after you left." Stelle added lightly, as she chewed on some bacon.
"What did you do?" Theon asked with twinkling eyes.
"Oh you know, nothing bad." Stelle casually said, leaning in she whispered, "Toujours Pur"
Theon let out a roar of laughter grabbing many's attention, "I could snog you senseless!" he exclaimed very loudly.
Stelle merely smirked and watched as Jake looked around the Hall. Their eyes locked and Stelle gave an incline to her head. Theon watched what she did and followed suit. Jake's eyes widened just a fraction and gave them a hesitant smile as he walked to his table where his friends started whispering to him.
"It seems little brother has caught on." Theon commented.
"Yes, yes it does. We play a risky game Theon, the strings of fate are intertwining." Stelle turned back to her meal.
Jake's first class was History of Magic he entered and sat at the back of the room. Hermione and Ron sat in front of him.
"Honestly Jake, I can't believe that he is your brother. Your parents must be shocked." Jake tried to drown out Hermione's ongoing rant he was relieved when Professor Binns glided into the class and began his droning. Making sure no one was any particular attention to him he open the Dark Arts book.
At the other side of the castle, Luna Lovegood gave a twitch and ran to find her two friends. She found them near the dungeons.
"Fates' lines have intertwined the prophesy has begun to take its course. We must be very careful at this stage and make sure he doesn't change his course." Luna panted out.
"Thank you Luna." Theon said.
"Vetus Magia habet excitato." Stelle whispered to the shadows.
Luna smiled, her dreamy eyes turning cold before she masked them back.
Vetus Magia habet excitato – Old Magic has raised.
