Chapter 10: Healing Through the Dark
It was a bright and sunny day. It was a great day at Privet Drive. Birds sang and the sunlight was brilliant. However, the feeling many magical people had was not bright and neighbourhood had been evacuated by some Aurors who had lied about a dangerous gas leak. They located themselves near Magnolia Crescent.
When Dumbledore and eight other people appeared, the Aurors let them in, due to Dumbledore's fame, great reputation, magical influence and political power. They all knew that he was a good man.
Severus was apprehensive but did his best to hide his fear behind a mask of coldness. The moment he stepped forward, he gasped and choked for a moment, as dark magic seemed to be all over the place. Severus was suddenly filled with an inexplicable sense of foreboding. He suddenly started to regret his earlier thoughts.
He fought down a rising urge to apparate away from this place, this empty neighbourhood. He continued on and took a deep breath and forced himself to advance. He had to locate the house, Harry Potter and save him if the situation necessitated it. His scowl deepened as he reminded himself that he knew of darkness. He was its director. Yet this, this darkness, was ominous. He reminded himself that the members of the newly reconstituted Order of the Phoenix were walking silently behind him. Dumbledore was behind him, as were the others.
They were Alastor Moody, Nymphadora Tonks, Bill Weasley, Poppy Pomfrey, Hestia Jones, Minerva McGonagall and Darien shields.
Even Alastor Moody, an experienced Auror, seemed to get choked by the horrendously potent amount of dark power that seemed to fill the air. It seemed to be sniggering and whispering about horrid, eerie and utterly disturbing hellish and horrendous memories. It was positively sickening and evil. Everything was deathly silent as they entered the empty neighbourhood.
However, it came. The moment when Severus felt it was after passing the first few neat houses .When he reached the house, named number 4, he felt it. It was terrible, a tangible, disconcerting and vile feeling filled him. Dread filled his being as he neared the house, Number Four, Privet Drive. Once he was a meter away from the door, he did not dare get closer. Alastor looked extremely vigilant, as did Tonks and Darien. Bill Weasley's eyes narrowed. The curse on the house was definitely a simple and single spell, yet it reeked of clear malevolence and power.
Hestia, Minerva and Pomfrey all looked at the house warily. They all sensed the same thing; evil. All three ladies had their wands out. Severus gasped. He felt a deep and horrible darkness surrounding the place. It was an arcane restriction and something evil. Severus frowned deeply. He pondered. Normal houses, be they magical or not, they… did not feel like this. Dumbledore also did the same. For once he looked his age. His face seemed to lack his normal youthful twinkle.
Dumbledore spoke warily, "Severus, cast the sensing dark magic spell. Be careful."
Narrowing his eyes in concentration, Severus nodded. He pulled out his wand and cast a spell. "Sēnsus malum!" His wand and the garden in the front, glowed a brilliant and awful shade of ugly… blackish, red and purple, like a huge bruise.
"Merlin…Damn it!" Severus spoke as he realised a horrible truth. Dark magic was seeping from the house. "The house shows signs of dark magic! Everyone get back! stand back. This place is dangerous! Get back, Now!" Severus yelled.
After he did so, everyone hastily retreated. Severus then looked at Dumbledore who nodded grimly.
"Do it, Severus." Severus stepped into the garden. He was to be the test.
As he did so, something terrifying and shocking happened. Tonks gasped as she felt a terrible evil lurking around. Tonks took a few steps backwards and gasped as she witnessed something she had never seen before. A dark tendril of energy had suddenly emerged from the house. It seemed sentient and had a frigid, hate-filled glare of evil glowing, red eyes and a huge mouth with sharp, fanged teeth. It touched a beetle which crawled nearby and the beetle twitched miserably and died soon after.
A few dead birds lay on the grass nearby and Severus paled upon seeing the bodies of the dead birds. If a beetle or bird could die if it was touched by the foul power, then, it was possible that anyone and anything else could die too. The other paled when they saw the dead animals. Then, It nearly touched Severus but he evaded it and fled from the entrance of the house. Once he was out of the garden, the tentacles stopped trying to attack him. Dumbledore sighed. He knew what had stopped the tentacles of dark energy.
"Lily's protection… it… it has succeeded and… it has failed..." Dumbledore looked at the sky for a second and muttered sadly
Dumbledore then pinched the bridge of his nose, as if to ward off an incredible headache. Despite his actions, he held a spare wand in his hand, his original wand. Since he no longer had the elder wand, this would be much more draining and difficult.
Upon hearing those words and seeing something unnatural emerge from the house, Mad-eye yelled, "Everyone, Cast any decontamination spells that you all know, now!"
Dumbledore and Moody yelled, "Proficio!" at once.
Tonks yelled out, "Purgo!"
Bill, Severus and Pomfrey " Defaeco!"
Hestia yelled, " Hygioenix!"
Minerva and Darien yelled, "Endejayneg!"
Then, Mad-eye and Severus looked at each other. Though they hated each other, they knew that working together was a choice they both had to make.
"Cast it again, that sensing spell… Snape." Moody spoke grimly.
Severus nodded and incanted. "Sēnsus malum!" Severus's wand and the front garden had less of a dark red-purple glow now.
He spoke. "The spells worked. The taint has been dispersed. The hostile atmosphere has receded. It is safe to enter but… do be wary. I am unsure if the taint is fully gone. Be prepared."
Everyone nodded grimly. it was inexplicably silent for all of four seconds. Then, with nine combined yells of "Reducto!" The door was blown off its hinges, along with two windows. As soon as the windows shattered and the door collapsed, they all heard strange noises. There were short grunting, wheezing, mumbling and incoherent sounds, along with awful, horrific and Gut-wrenching screams.
After ten terse seconds of casting some quick scanning spells for the source of the taint, They all saw where it was located. They saw that the majority of the house was untainted, except for the kitchen. So, they headed there. As soon as they entered, they viewed the tainted crystallized parts of the kitchen in shocked disbelief. Bill was horrified. Minerva paled. Hestia was wan. Tonks was green.
Darien and Dumbledore were finding hard to wrap their heads around everything they were seeing and trying to understand. Severus was stunned into silence as his thoughts about Harry Potter had been turned upside down. Pomfrey gasped. Moody looked saw the incoherent and childlike Dursleys. Pomfrey sighed. To Minerva, their hate-filled and unhinged looks make some sense but not so much with the baby-like behaviour.
Tonk entered and she was unnerved when she saw the unconscious but screaming Harry. He was the one letting out chilling and awful gut-wrenching screams. He sounded like he was in excruciating pain. Severus winced at the sound. Pomfrey gasped as she entered. Tonks looked at Moody with a questioning look. Both of them nodded in silent agreement. Tonks then pulled out her wand and pointed it at the still mumbling and gasping Dursleys. Tonks noticed that everyone looked horrified and shocked. Without wasting another second, She intoned, "Silencio!"
The Dursleys became silent. Harry became silent but continued to mouth his pain soundlessly.
Darien was unnerved and murmured, "Poor souls..."
Pomfrey nodded. "Poor souls indeed, Darien."
Tonks smiled in relief. Their childlike behaviour was very disturbing. To have silence, was a relief. To everyone who had been there, they also noticed something strange. Dudley was missing. Then, Minerva saw a corner of the kitchen and paled. She gasped. Dumbledore was about to ask her what was wrong, but she paled and spoke worriedly.
"Merlin… no! Crystals…foreheads… oh… oh…Dead… dead bodies… oh no!" Minerva then quickly retreated from the kitchen, trying to recover her composure. Hestia saw the dead bodies as well and looked green. She retreated from the kitchen to try and calm down.
Albus looked at the place where Minerva had been looking at. He two other boys who were both unconscious and saw two dead boys, with crystals embedded in their surprisingly and frighteningly pale foreheads. In another corner, Alastor and Tonks were extricating two other muggle boys who were unconscious. They did it by magically summoning the crystals and dumping them into the kitchen sink or empty areas of tiled floor.
Then, the heinousness of situation started to hit him. Severus gasped. Albus looked sombre. Pomfrey walked over and stared in disbelief. As Severus stared, sadness and shame hit him hard. A question struck him. How… how could he have left the boy in such a place? It would be a question that would haunt him forever.
"What in the name of Merlin?" a pallid Tonks spoke after noticing the corpses.
"Oh no… who in the world…"Darien broke the silence by exclaiming loudly. Upon seeing the corpses, Darien was slightly green in the face. He felt nauseated. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his stomach. "Who…whoever did this… he or she was…sick, twisted and demented. In doing it, they took sadistic pleasure." Darien spoke.
Pomfrey sighed and also noticed an unconscious Harry Potter, who looked pale and had the worst condition.
Darien spoke to Pomfrey softly. He told her that aside from being an Auror, he had also been a student of medical techniques as he wanted to be both a doctor and healer. She agreed that he could help her. They then agreed to visually judge their potential patients first. They both spoke about medical jargon and obscure healing terms.
" So… the two unconscious boys are simply unconscious. Symptoms are... none except for their state of unconsciousness. If there are any internal injuries, they are not evident. The Dursleys… their symptoms… listing: delusional, hatred, chattering like babies, broken minds, fragmented thoughts. legilimency used for medical purposes. The emergency levels of these patient:They are a low priority. Harry is the highest priority as he looks like he is mentally tormented and severely injured."
Then, Darien took a deep breath and continued. " His right hand has been impaled with a strange and evil black crystal and bleeding. His left arm looks broken, judging by the extremely abnormal angle it is in. We need further scans to see if his hand has any damage that is invisible to our sight. Hmm… His lip is bleeding. It maybe so since he has bitten it in an attempt to stave off whatever lurks in his mind. It seems that he has some arm injuries as well…" Darien spoke and wrote the words down with a quill onto a large parchment.
Pomfrey nodded. "But our diagnosis may be partially wrong. There are other things that they could be suffering . We may miss something."
Darien nodded and wrote words like: this is possibly a wrong diagnosis; needing further tests, confirmed and possibly irreparable near those words.
Then, Darien and Pomfrey decided to magically diagnose their potential patients. Then, they quickly decided to scan Harry first. Pomfrey waved her wand immediately, casting diagnostic spells and once she saw the results, she pursed her lips as they did not look good. She quickly resisted the urge to cry hysterically and lose her temper as it would be unprofessional. She took a deep breath as she put her emotions aside and assessed her potential their horror, the boy whom they had all come for, was in a very bad condition. During all of this, Severus was lost in thought. One thought whirled in his head. It was: How could he have been so wrong?
Pomfrey felt like she was about to panic. Harry was lying down in a crumpled heap. Harry was sweating badly, trembling, and writhing involuntarily. Harry also had a terrible expression on his face. His unconsciously lugubrious expression alarmed Pomfrey greatly. It was as if he was being persecuted. The best and worst part was that the boy was unconscious.
The boy seemed to be horribly thin. The most shocking thing was that a black, sharp shard of crystal was embedded… no… impaled into Harry's right hand. They all saw that an alarmingly large bloodstain had pooled under Harry's hand. As for Harry's left hand, the broken bone and the horribly unnatural angle it was at made her very angry. As soon as Tonks had a look, she let out foul expletives of an absolutely vulgar nature, which were aimed at the Dursleys, all the death eaters that existed, the dark lord and Fate itself. Moody was stoic but inwardly horrified.
Upon seeing the scene, Dumbledore seemed to be reeling in shock, guilt, horror and utter disbelief. How could this have happened in such a short amount of time? It was only the second week of the holidays. This should have never happened. Why did the protections fail? Arabella Figg had felt the power but was found unconscious in her house by two aurors who suspected the power had overwhelmed her. Dumbledore suspected that the culprit was the same as the person who had done this. In any case, he had sent her to saint Mungo's and came here to rescue harry. But it seemed that even a rescue was going to be difficult.
Dumbledore sighed and continued to feel emotions of self-loathing. Bill was dismayed and concerned as well, but was distracting himself by examining the house. Hestia and Minerva were still outside. They were still shocked by what they had seen. Severus blinked and gulped. His face had turned wan. To know this…the truth, it was an unpleasant relief. It was intensely unnerving to see the Dursleys and Harry Potter in such horrible conditions. Despite all of that, Severus was relieved to see that the boy was still alive. Pomfrey pursed her lips and stared, feeling utterly lost and stunned.
Darien looked at Pomfrey, worried. What could he do to bring her out of her state of shock? He finally had an idea. Maybe pain would help and snap her out of it. He sighed resignedly and gulped. He approached the immobile woman and silently apologised for what he was going to do.
It was terrible, unbecoming and rude. In their society, it was frowned upon. However, in this circumstance, there was no choice. Pomfrey had to be brought back to her senses. So, slap! His right hand went across her face. Pomfrey's shocked eyes became wide as she experienced the pain and she blinked. "Darien? Young man, what…"
Trying to minimise Pomfrey's confusion, Darien hastily pointed at Harry's prone form.
He spoke in a firm and frantic tone. "Pomfrey, look, you have to stay strong! Don't get lost in shock and panic. Help and heal the boy or all will be lost!"
Pomfrey nodded. After that slap, she was brought back to reality. She quickly took several deep and calming breaths. She let out a loud exhalation and straightened up. She mentally told herself that she had to do this. She had to keep calm.
"Mens Mentis!" She spoke loudly and pointed her wand at the boy.
"He appears to have fainted from severe blood loss, pain from the severe impaling injury… both physical and emotional. The boy is in a state of catatonia. Magical core shows signs of destabilisation … that can be fixed… hmmm… oh… oh…Merlin, no! He is undergoing a rapid deterioration of his mental health. His mind is collapsing at a fast pace. Whoever did this is sadistic and horribly destructive. This… this is obviously what affected the Dursleys. Merlin…"
She continued her magical scans and her diagnosis of the boy's condition seemed to rapidly deteriorate with each passing minute. "Damn it all… It seems a curse lingers to cause both physical and mental pain…"
Harry suddenly screamed but silently due to the Silencio that Tonks had cast earlier. Harry sweated profusely and convulsed with mental and physical distress. Pomfrey was horrified by this and stiffened. Darien noticed. He quickly reacted and tried to control the boy's movements to prevent him from further harm. Then, he emitted a mysterious bright golden light from his hands and Harry stilled, looking less distraught and agonised.
Dumbledore, Moody, Tonks, Severus, Bill, Pomfrey were stunned at the sight.
There was an odd silence. Pomfrey broke it by asking, "How? How did you help him?"
He quickly explained. "I can heal others and myself. I have innate healing abilities. This is an ability I was born with. However I am limited only to alleviating symptoms or healing small and minor injuries. For a condition such as this, I can only give him mild relief. He needs to see an expert healer at once. However, I must say this. To survive this unknown curse, he must have a strong will and extraordinary power. He has the potential to be very exceptional. Be strong, Harry. You must survive. Be determined, kid. Live and stay sane. If you can hear me, stay sane!" Darien looked at the unconscious boy as he spoke his last two words.
As soon as those words were heard, there were several gasps. Everyone present felt a momentary and devastating heaviness of misery. Dumbledore felt horribly horrified, guilty and shocked. How could this even be happening?
Pomfrey gulped and regained her composure. She quickly cast a diagnostic spell on Harry's still-impaled right hand. To her shock and horror, it was the reason why Harry had lost so much blood and looked so wan. The blood loss had not stopped. In fact it was continuing. It needed to stop, fast. A cold sweat was now on Harry's forehead. It seemed that his condition was worsening.
Without hesitation, Pomfrey quickly chanted and waved her wand. "concresco!"
The blood stopped flowing. Darien heaved a sigh of relief.
" What happened?Why was the blood still flowing?" A perplexed Tonks asked.
"There was a curse keeping his wound open and thus he has bled a lot. However, I managed to halt the bleeding" Pomfrey spoke in terse tones.
Tonks nodded, in understanding.
"Now we will need... to... we must remove that… that… filth." Pomfrey spoke, looking at the crystal with narrowed eyes and Darien looked at the embedded crystal warily.
"It will be best if it is not touched." Darien spoke.
Moody nodded. "That is right. Darien is correct. Dark objects are dangerous."
Pomfrey shook grimly and intoned calmly, "Immobulus."
The crystal was engulfed by a blue spell. Dumbledore, despite his emotions, watched everything carefully.
"That was to keep it still." Pomfrey muttered to herself.
"Alright, Moody… you are a former Auror. Use the dark object retrieval spell and dump that… that foul thing into the kitchen sink."Pomfrey spoke authoritatively.
Alastor moody momentarily looked affronted at being ordered around but nodded and did as asked.
He waved his wand in a highly intricate pattern and spoke. " Tutis appello pullus!"
when the spell was intoned, the crystal slid out of Harry's right hand. As it did so, Harry writhed slightly, in unconscious pain. The boy also let out a deep erratic breath, which worried all who were in the kitchen. Pomfrey quickly looked at Darien. Darien wordlessly waved his wand and transfigured a quill into a rag. Using the rag he wiped Harry's forehead. He also used his golden healing power again. Harry's breathing eased. Then, the bloody and tainted crystal thudded into the kitchen sink and Pomfrey heaved a sigh of relief as she started to cast more spells.
"Alright… now to banish the bones… he will have to imbibe some Skele-Gro potion but this has to be done." She spoke and waved her wand and muttered something under her breath. Harry's palm suddenly became floppy as the bones which had been shattered by the forceful embedding of the crystal vanished.
Severus listened and wondered. "Do you need any potions, Pomfrey?" Severus finally spoke.
"Yes, I need seven. But right now, I need five. The seven potions needed now, as in right now... would be a Blood-Replenishing Potion, a Skele-Gro Potion, Murtlap Essence, Star Grass Salve, a Wound-Cleaning potion , a Wiggenweld potion and a Grand Wiggenweld Potion."
"He needs that many potions? That poor boy!"Tonk exclaimed.
"Pomfrey, I only have five of the potions you mentioned. Stocks of the Wiggenweld and Grand Wiggenweld should be in Saint Mungo's." Severus spoke, ignoring Tonks who was stunned.
Pomfrey nodded grimly. "We will have to make do without those, then." She spoke and looked very grim.
Severus nodded as he heard her words. He did have some potions around, in special pouch to keep them stable. He continued to observe.
"Please give me the vials of Blood-Replenishing Potion, a Skele-Gro Potion, Murtlap Essence, Star Grass Salve and the Wound-Cleaning potion." Pomfrey asked.
Almost immediately, Severus gave them to her.
She gently held the hand, which was in a pool of blood. She noticed that it was caked in dry blood, mostly near where the crystal had been. Pomfrey sighed and washed it off gently with a wet rag, which Darien had transfigured from a pencil he had in his pocket and wet with a spell.
Then she noticed that the palm of Harry's right hand was a ravaged mess. She cursed rapidly, under her breath. This was horrible. It was a similar wound she had seen on Wizards who had been traumatised by war. She had expected inconceivable abuse but this was utterly terrible. it was a painful thing, she could tell. Also, she wondered if it could possibly... damage his wand hand forever.
"Darien, wet the rags with the wound -cleaning potion." Pomfrey spoke. Darien nodded. she placed the Wound-Cleaning potion. Soon, the wound looked cleaner. After that, she used Murtlap Essence and the Star Grass Salve. The wound healed but there was an awful scar. She frowned deeply and muttered fretfully. Darien sighed and tried using his healing ability. The skin remained scarred. Pomfrey sighed and then used a spell to help Harry swallow the Blood-Replenishing Potion and the Skele-Gro Potion.
As for the broken left arm, she spoke expertly. "Brackium Emendo." She waved her wand and Harry's left arm was fixed, back to normal.
She spoke, "Well… his right hand is healed, but the scarring will be permanent. Due to the unknown curse, Harry's skin will not be healed properly. It is going to be horribly disfigured…" She paused and sighed. Then she focused. " Hmm… all right, now for his mind's condition."she muttered as she cast some diagnostic spells.
Severus observed all of this with mixed emotions. Pomfrey worked feverishly.
Finally, she looked up and motioned for Darien and Tonks to approach. They both did so, slowly.
The three of them had a quick discussion. Then, they turned to the boy.
"Should I cast a stasis spell now?" Darien asked cautiously.
"Yes. Hurry." Pomfrey spoke tersely.
"Which one should I use?" Darien asked.
"It does not matter. Any one will do for now. Judging by the gravity of this situation, we need to stabilize him, so just cast any stasis spell, now. Make haste, please."
"Cunctor!"Darien intoned and Harry was surrounded by a dense brown and green light that made Harry writhe less.
Tonks readied her wand after Darien spoke his spell. Pomfrey sighed in relief as she noticed that Harry had stiffened but kept breathing. His breaths seemed to be easier and his body seemed more relaxed. There seemed to be less physical harm occurring to the boy. But Darien and Pomfrey knew that within the boy's mind, a terrible, immense and traumatising mental battle was taking place.
"Alright, He is under a stasis spell now." Darien spoke.
Pomfrey recast the spells and heaved a sigh of relief. There was a deep sense of relief in the room. She spoke," There, that should do it. His mind and hand are both stable for now. However, he needs to see a professional mind healer for further treatment and attention. I suggest that since he is now in a stable condition, he should be brought to saint Mungo's. Tonks, please?"
Tonks, who had been waiting, spoke. "Mobilicorpus" Harry's body then levitated into the air and it looked like he was being carried by an invisible stretcher. Dumbledore then spoke. " We should all go back to Hogwarts now."
Tonks looked flabbergasted by Dumbledore's words. Alastor blinked in utter disbelief. Severus shook his head slowly.
Bill paused in his work and spoke out loud, "By Merlin! Albus, are you out of your head and mad? The boy is in no condition to go there!" Even though he was no healer, Bill knew that the boy could not go to Hogwarts in his condition.
Darien and Pomfrey looked horrified. Pomfrey even gave Dumbledore a scathing glare. Then, as one, the two glared at Dumbledore for saying those words. Even Moody was pale when he saw their equally disgusted, shocked and angry glares. Everyone, even the deranged Dursleys had one thought at that moment: Was the Headmaster stupid?
"But Bill, it is for the Greater Good..." Dumbledore tried to explain but was interrupted.
Dumbledore, shut up and listen to greater His condition is extremely severe. He can die at any time. Despite being an Auror, I trained to be a muggle doctor and wizarding healer! if that boy goes to Hogwarts now, he could die!Any sane person can see that. Also,do you understand the meaning of die? Greater Good my foot!"
Dumbledore tried to speak but Darien yelled again.
"No, shut up! Trust me. Note my words now: Hogwarts is not equipped for it. Along with that injury, the curse he is suffering is beyond my and Pomfrey's expertise! Besides, the potions that are needed are not in Hogwarts! Were you not listening to Severus? What we are doing is temporary. Our actions are only to stabilize the boy. To take him to Hogwarts is a risky proposition!"Darien spoke worriedly. Bill stared at Darien and , someone who could tell Dumbledore what was was silent.
Dumbledore tried to reply but Pomfrey spoke angrily now.
"Headmaster, Listen, to me… before you speak… That boy is in a critical condition. I am a healer and trust my words. He has to go to Saint Mungo's. Do you understand my words? Answer me! Oh wait, no. No, do not speak. On second thought, be silent! Don't tell me how to do my work!I am the medical expert here, not you!I am a healer and I will seek what is best for my patient!"Pomfrey yelled in looked at her and felt intimidated. He looked away hastily.
Dumbledore tried to get a word in. When he failed, he was actually pale and sweating nervously. He quickly nodded.
Then Pomfrey turned to the unconscious muggle boys and the Dursleys. The first thing she noticed was that the Dursleys did not look very lucid at only noticed unreasonable anger but nothing else logical.
She cast diagnostic spells on them thrice and she deemed that nothing could be done.
Darien approached her and finally concluded… "Pomfrey, judging by how many times you did the diagnostics and how the results did not change at all, their brains are damaged. In medical… muggle terms, their brains were damaged. In magical terms, their condition could be incurable unless the experts know of a way. They need more advanced knowledge than our expertise. I would suggest that they be sent to Saint Mungo's right away."
Dumbledore took a deep breath.
"Right… Pomfrey and Darien, you will both go off to Saint Mungo's with Harry and the others who can be saved, now. Bill, go to Magnolia Crescent and request for some Aurors to come here and clean up this house. If it can't be cleaned, tell them to dismantle it and take it to the Ministry and try investigating then... they must dispose of it. As for the dead bodies, someone will have to be given the unpleasant task of informing their families. Bill, please tell Hestia and Minerva to leave. They are not needed for now. As for Tonks and Alastor, you three will stay here to inform the Aurors of what you found. Severus, if the dark lord summons you, please try and bend the truth. All of you may leave now."
Pomfrey and Darien apparated away with Harry, the dursleys and the two unconscious muggle boys.
Alastor and Tonks nodded. They would do as Dumbledore asked.
Severus nodded, walked out and apparated away in an alley.
Bill walked out of the house and informed Hestia and Minerva of Harry's condition. The two women nodded and apparated away, in unobtrusive places, away from the eyes of the public.
After they all left, Dumbledore let out a long tired sigh. how could he fail so badly?
At that same time all of this happened, Neville's grandmother had slapped Neville.
"How stupid can you be? How could you intentionally destroy your wand?" She asked in disgust as Neville produced four broken pieces of his wand in his left and right hand.
Neville shook with disbelieving sadness, rage and .. it was all mostly rage he felt. He felt like he had been comprehensively rebuked for nothing. He had not meant to destroy his wand. Really, he had not. But… he had recently experienced a surge of new magical power and this happened. He ran off. His grandmother called for him to stop but he didn't.
Also two weeks ago, in America, in the state of Los Angeles, Draco had awoken in a dark alley and was bewildered. He looked at his hands and body. He saw that he was wearing nightclothes and was barefoot. He did not know his age. He also knew that he had no money and no memories. He did not even know his name. Instantly, these facts made him know one thing. That one thing was: Something was horribly, horribly wrong...
"Who am I and… where am I?" He whispered and bit his lips. A mysterious part of him screamed that he was being uncouth, but he had no idea why. He gulped and hoped for the best.
Why was he here and why did he lack his memories?
He closed his silvery-blue eyes and ran a hand through platinum blond locks as he tried in vain to remember.
Suddenly he heard a menacing voice. "Oh look at what I have here... a lost boy..."
Draco turned around.
Draco gulped as he saw a few hooligans approach.
Author's notes:
I edited some of the previous chapters. Please reread them.
A lot of canon characters are in this chapter. Isn't that awesome?
Magnolia Crescent and Privet Drive are places that exist only in the Harry Potter world.
In chapter 9, I mentioned Expelliarmus. It is a canon Harry Potter Spell.
In the previous few chapters and upcoming chapters, I will be mentioning the unforgivable curses a lot.
I chose Los Angeles as it is a place I have been to before for holidays. but note that I am not an American.
Canon ability and spells: apparate, Reducto, Silencio Immobulus and Brackium Emendo
I am bad at accents so if you see prim and proper English when it is supposed to be accented, pretend they are speaking their proper accents.
Pomfrey being slapped was a scene inspired by the Sailor Moon manga.
Most made-up spells are in Latin
The Latin word for Aid is Proficio, Proficio is defined as: advance, assist, help, aid, be of use.
The Latin word for Purify is Defaeco, Defaeco is defined as: to cleanse, purify, purge.
Tutis is defined as: protected, safe, secure.
Appello has many meanings, mainly: to call, name, summon.
Pullus is defined as: dark-coloured, blackish / sad, gloomy / a dark garment.
Tutis appello pullus= a spell to safely remove dark objects.
Purgo= purify or clear away
Sēnsus= perceived
Malum is defined as: evil, misfortune, misdeed, crime, and injury, damage.
Mens Mentis is defined as: mind, thought, intention, and intellect.
Cunctor: to delay, impede, hold up.
Non Latin spells
Hygioenix= hygienic and phoenix, mixed together to form a word. It holds some healing and spiritual/magical and emotional cleaning power.
Concresco can mean: clot/coagulate, condense/collect, set/curdle/congeal, solidify/freeze and thicken
Endejayneg
Ende= based on dictionary dot com, anti is a prefix used in English and one of its origins was based on Dutch language, which was ende.
Jayneg=based on jyng. See below.
The Online Etymology Dictionary entry for jinx states that the word was first used, as a noun, in American English in 1911. It traces it to a 17th-century word jyng, meaning "a spell", and ultimately to the Latin word iynx
So Endejayneg= an anti jinx/ removes complicated jinxes.
Note: decontamination spells are spells used to undo really horrible and dark magic. It is half my creation and J K Rowling's, as I have wondered how the aurors deal with dark homes, spells, artefacts…etc.
Potions:
"Yes, I need seven. But right now, I need two. One would be a Blood-Replenishing Potion. The other would be a Skele-Gro Potion. The other potions that are needed are Murtlap Essence, Star Grass Salve, a Wound-Cleaning potion , a Wiggenweld potion and a Grand Wiggenweld Potion."
All of the above are canon potions. None of them are of my creation.
By mute in the previous chapter, I meant that the Dursleys, specifically Vernon and Petunia, will be trying to speak but it comes out as wheezing whispers, coughs, strange mumbles, gasps, grunts, incoherent sounds…etc. So, now um, that should clarify what I meant. Also, all of that will sound like what harry had thought:
Aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon were both on the floor, looking like mindless, mute, vacant-eyed and drooling children who were lost in adult bodies. They seemed to still recognise him somewhat. But… Petunia giggled like an insane child. Her eyes seemed vacant. Vernon spoke gibberish, before chuckling like a madman. He seemed to be like a child. Harry knew that they were still there, judging by the subtle signs of hatred, despite being reduced to being vacant-eyed, incoherent and childish…
About my version of the order of the phoenix, Poppy Pomfrey was never a member of the Order of the Phoenix. But in this fan fiction, she is. However, I needed someone with medical expertise, so here we go… some creative license on my part.
As for Darien, he's an Auror. Not an expert in anyone's eyes, but he would make a good ally, right? As for his healing ability, well… Mamoru has a healing ability in the manga, so it is only natural that he has it here too!
Note: there will be some mood whiplash in upcoming chapters! Beware. you will want to laugh, be sad and happy...