A/N:
Alright! Due to some problems with the fic, I have extended this chapter and moved the sexual content as well as Draco's punishment to the next chapter. (Sorry)
I am currently in Germany (if any readers are here please tell me :) ) for a month. That is why it took sometime to update (no isp).
But as long as I am here, I will not be able to give e-mail update. So, please check the ff.net site. I have a paid account, so you can include me in your author alerts, even if you don't have one.
Thank you for all your reviews!
'The Language of the Dark'
Within the book contained the Jezeldarsa, or the language of darkness. Written during the invention of the dark arts, it allowed the knowing the control the true power of the dark side, without the need or knowledge of spells and incantations. The mere utterance of the language radiated power, and the intent spoken in it became a reality.
This was the holy grail of every dark wizard that ever lived. Ron recited some of the verses.
Intina Postium Rotega Ui Trige
Intina Huze Intina Ta Ui Hy
Ra Intina Eute Fie Hy Tiege
Er Porito Utio Intinima Intina
Quaz, Sache, Omana, Zazga
Huze Er Trige, Huze Er Tiege
(Roughly Translated:
I Summon Knowledge of Dark
I make myself part of it
For I command life and death
The elements unite within me
Earth, Water, Wind, Fire
Create the dark, create the death
)
A strange glow came from his chest, he felt a great burden lift from his shoulders, and his heart, mind and soul became feather light. There was no longer conflict between himself and the world for the first time in years became clear.
He began to read more and more, absorbing every word and meaning.
Head Quarters The Order of the Phoenix
The members of the order were assembled around the table of Merlin, the conference had just begun.
'Submit your reports' said Dumbledore breaking the silence
Arabella Figg first in line stood up and spoke
'Our insider intelligence into the dark lord's circles is absolutely useless. Using his new mark he has purged his ranks of all informers. However, our outside intelligence network is still intact. I have terrible news; the dark lord has found his heir, who apparently is now fully grown and matured. We are seeking the identity of this person through our channels, but for some unknown reason we have found no information'
Next Snape stood up
'My report confirms what Arabella has said. Voldemort has indeed found his heir and has started his final training. Again we have no idea who he or she is, or where. Further, the dark lord has been gathering a list of very rare ingredients for some sort of potion. I have referenced it with all known lists and have found nothing; I shall go on checking though. A copy of the list is in the folders in front of all of you.
As for his movements, they have been no attacks. I personally feel this is the lull before the storm, he plans something on a huge scale and he requires all his resources. Another theory maybe that he is trying to put us off guard'
After that Lupin gingerly rose
'I think I can explain the potion. My sources include several from the animal kingdom especially wolves. Through them I have discovered several things. The dark lord is constructing an Olgithe'
Lupin dropped the news as if it were a bombshell. But the rest at the table mainly stared in bewilderment. Before Lupin could continue, Dumbledore spoke
'An Olgithe, this is indeed terrible news; far worse than of the coming of his heir. An Olgithe is a potion of great power; it must be set in a vessel of pure silver to work. It enables one to see the present occurring events anywhere in the world, by simply thinking of the location or saying its given name. The last Olgithe was concocted and used by Merlin the great, to aid King Arthur in his quests and battles. It was after the Princess Daphnia spilt the contents of the vessel that the decline of King Arthur began'
The bombshell exploded, even Lupin did not know the full extent of the news. It hit them hard, as it should have.
'But, that means he will be able to see our ever move! Attack and Strategy, why! He could even see this conference room!' said Sirius aloud.
'See, but not hear!' exclaimed Snape who had some idea of the Olgithe and its workings.
'Then all is not lost' said Arabella some of the hope that was lost a moment a go returned
'All is never lost' said Dumbledore fiercely 'Has he completed it?'
'Yes, according to my information which I believe is very reliable he should have it in a few days' said Lupin gravely 'Can we make one ourselves?'
'No!' said Dumbledore flatly 'The art of making an Olgithe is one of the dark, the science nearly consumed Merlin when he made it. It was only the timely intervention of Excalibur the Pure, King Arthur's sword that saved his soul'
'But' Dumbledore continued 'I do have some good news, I have found a way to create a light mark. One that will rival the dark, yet be as powerful as it'
A chorus of cheering rang through the room echoing across the hallways.
'When can we start putting it?' asked an excited Sirius
'Tomorrow, but I warn you it will not be devoid of pain' said Dumbledore 'The mark will enable me to take control of you when needed, see what you see, hear what you hear. Even to a slight extent probe your thoughts and feelings; and when required, heal you. You pay for the benefits by having to place your trust in me, that I will respect your privacy'
The group lapsed back into silence, in there quest for a similar mark they forgot the power that it had. Finally Arabella spoke up
'I trust you with my life'
One by one each reiterated her statement. The confidence they placed in him, overwhelmed Dumbledore and a silent tear unnoticed by all fell from his twinkling eyes.
Slytherin's Chamber
Ron had finished reading the first portion of the book; he put it aside for later. Too much information at a single instant did no one any favors.
He rose from the chair, and suddenly fell onto the floor. A new emotion one he had not felt, one he could not have felt vibrated through his very being.
The need for another to complete him… He though perhaps this was a passing phase of madness, but it did not leave even after a few minutes of deep breathing. He wrapped his arms only to find thin air, an imaginary illusion not in sight but in feeling ran through his body and mind.
'What is this feeling? That seeks to consume me' he shouted out loud. 'What is this feeling that brings me to my knees in need and desire?'
He raised his arms and music, an eerie dark filled music played through the chamber bouncing off the walls and smashing the notes into his mind. He rose as if one possessed and began to dance with a partner that was there only in his mind. He could feel her caressing touch as the swirled through the rooms of the chamber and the warmth of her body and breath next to his as they turned.
My sight fails me he thought in his mind and the music turned to crescendo and thus, his movements around the room. Dance, dance, dance drowning in her, in the music, in the movement; the world melting into a haze all troubles forgotten and finished, nothing could touch or move him in this state.
He spun the imaginary woman around, and caught a glimpse of her face. Such, beauty he had not beheld nor heard for it could not be expressed. It was the very face of darkness and enchantment that lay before, smooth and fair that stopped his heart. Yet swept by the movement and by time his body moved, his mind left in that moment.
Twirling and twirling until everything around became indistinguishable, the laughter ringing in his ear as he circled again and again, until finally he collapsed on the floor spent. He would only wake up the next morning…
Draco Malfoy's Slytherin Prefect Chamber
Draco was shaking as he entered the room, he found his room mate fast asleep. Just as well, he thought I don't need for him to see me in this state. He had just completed a letter to his father in the owlry explaining what all had occurred and seeking his council.
Ron Weasley, the mud-blood lover, turning into the master's heir was something he hadn't counted on. He turned and stared fearfully and the mark for the first time was Ron silently watching him? Reading his thoughts? His letter? He had been careful to fill the letter with some praise and gratitude to the dark lord and Ron, just in case.
Expectedly his thoughts turned towards Pansy, HIS girlfriend. The look that Ron had given her still made Draco shudder, and Pansy had simply blushed. Was she playing the part of obedient servant or was she concerned with bigger games? Lately Draco had much to suspect about the loyalties of Pansy Parkinson, but the fact that he was smitten with her did not change.
His love was of a different kind not poetry and roses, but one of deep possession and intense feeling that he thought was being reciprocated in kind. But now, he was not quite sure. Even with all that in mind, he was in no doubts about his loyalty to the dark lord, which was instilled from the very day he was born into his mind, body and soul reigned supreme over all other emotions. It was the loyalty to the master that was his core around which his entire thinking was based and therefore extended to his heir…
Time waits for no one, and as usual it passed. Hogwarts went into a deep sleep forgetting the events around them and into peace with dreams or hell with mares. The next morning was a sunny, a refreshing change from the morbid climate that hung over the United Kingdom.
The morning ritual run for DADA was completed by the groaning Slytherin's and the Hupplepuffs and Hogwarts as an entity went to breakfast.
Dumbledore stood up and called for silence
'The first Hogsmeade weekend would have been in nine days, but due to the activities of the Lord Voldemort (the crowd shuddered), as you already know we shall have a dance of sorts. There is nothing very special of this dance, and you will NOT be present in dress robes (a loud groan went through the crowd, especially concentrated around female groups). It is not our intention to force you to acquire a new set of dress robes for the many further dances that have been scheduled and therefore this new rule. I hope none of you will attempt to break this code of conduct'
Dumbledore then took his seat and continued his conversation with McGonagall who was sitting towards his right.
Ron was all smiles at the Gryffindor table, his plan had worked perfectly. His illusion had woken up, gotten dressed, washed and had seemingly come down for breakfast. His mind had been controlling the illusion as if it were under the imperious curse; it was a simple task to replace it with his real self in an empty corridor.
His actions last night were still roaming around the back of his head, the intense emotional feeling, need and want though softened still hung over him like a cloud. His only escape at that moment had been dance; he would need another session soon.
Must consult father, he thought, he would know what to do. Who was the girl nay woman he had danced with? And from where had she appeared?
Shaking his head he tuned into the conversation at the Gryffindor table
'I am telling you, pink would look lovely!' said Hermione
Harry, Fred and George blanched at this statement.
'Herm, you can't be serious! PINK! None of the boys would show up, and you heard Dumbledore no dress robes' pleaded Harry as Fred and George nodded there head agreeing with him
'Humph!' said Hermione 'Alright, but then we go blue'
'Blue is good, blue is good' said Fred and the others nodded
'Okay' said Alicia 'Now, we have finished the decorations, Fred and George will talk to the house elves for the catering, the dress code has been draconically decided for us, what is left?'
Everyone stared at each other unable to comment, they all tried to think hard if they had missed something. Eventually they decided that they hadn't.
'So, that settles it! There it wasn't so bad' said Hermione gently referring the to tiff between her and Harry
Ron sighed; he was completely bored with these childish matters. His mature mind craved intellectualism something that was not readily available at Hogwarts, especially not at the Gryffindor table. He looked longingly at the Slytherin table, what he would not do to walk over and sit there. He was taken out of his reverie by a poke from Hermione.
'Where are you Ron?' she asked
'Oh! I was just thinking' he replied quickly
'About what?' she countered
'Things…' he vaguely replied. Hermione did not press him further on the topic.
'Who are you taking to the dance?' she asked
'Um, I, I haven't decided yet' he lied, his mind had already been made up
'Well you better hurry! All the good girls maybe taken by then' she winked at Harry, and memories of the fourth year dance flooded back to Ron. Hermione though had meant it as a simple jest, but this new headstrong Ron took it as an insult and his hate for her flared.
He however managed to get it under control; this was not the time for it. Mind turning to other things as a reflex remembered the letter he had sent in the morning, filled with the required details and words
The bell for their classes rang and the student filed out of the hall and towards their classes.
The Castle in Scotland
The dark figure of Voldemort knelt over a large silver vessel with a black fluid inside.
He began chanting…
'Intina Postium Er Tymunas Ui Trige,
Iskara Er Sache Ui Tiege,
Ruba Er Isiata Ui Er Encoro,'
( Roughly Translated:
I summon the spirits of Dark,
Enter the water of death.
Grant the vision of the world
)
He then dipped a finger into the liquid and tapped a drop on each eye. There was an immediate reaction, darkness started to emit from his body. A thick glow of dark that even clouded the darkness due to the absence of light. Voldemort opened his eyes…
A/N: Please Review! Also, I have updated my other pumpkin juice fic…
Oh! And the language is original, but with English grammar. I intend to upload a dictionary at some point.