A Different Life
Summary: They all thought Lily was Light. She wasn't. She was in love with the Dark Lord, and gave birth to his son. Now Erus Riddle is growing up, showing just how evil the son of Lord Voldemort can be. Of course, the Light doesn't know that fact. Yaoi.
Spoilers: Not so many. You need to know about Chamber of Secrets and Horocruxes. It's good if you've read all seven books though, just in case.
Pairing/s: NoirErus, SiriusSeverus
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They belong rightfully to Mrs Rowling; I just borrow them for the time being. Although some of the characters are mine, those you don't recognize from the books of course.
Other notes: Hermione is not Hermione. She is Cynthia, a girl who loves reading and hates Dumbledore. Harry's real, and full name is Erus Sicarius Salazar Riddle.
"Talking"
'Thinking'
"Parseltongue"
Visions
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Warnings: Gory details, Erus and Noir kissing. Give them a break, it's Christmas for them after all.
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Chapter Thirty-Two: Christmas
Erus woke up and looked up at the ceiling. Today was the first day of the holiday. Tomorrow he was to leave for Riddle Manor to stay there a few days, skipping the Yule Ball that was on the school and perhaps meet Noir. No, that was wrong. He was definitely meeting up with Noir; he missed the vampire.
He sat up and stretched. Vates muttered something from underneath the covers and slowly emerged, slithered up the teen's chest to settle around his neck. He looked over to Cain's bed only to see it empty. He frowned and looked at Abel's bed. His eyes blinked in vague surprise.
He knew twins were close to each other but it was only now he got his first real taste of it. Cain had abandoned his bed in order to get comfort from Abel. Abel had his arms wounded around his brother, their legs tangled with each other.
Erus did not find the sight so strange, as he knew that he, Draco and Cynthia had ended up like that more than once and carefully got up to get dressed without waking them up.
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Cynthia hugged Erus hard and said:
"We'll see you in a few days. Say hello to Anastasia and Cygnirius from me, alright?"
"Same to my mum and dad," Draco continued as he gave the teen a hug as well.
Erus nodded and was released. Moment after, he was surrounded by his other friends who wanted to say their goodbyes as well. Ginny and Luna was there as well, both of them hugging him and surprising him for the action.
The Weasley twins squeezed his shoulders and whispered into his ears:
"We'll make sure Dennis Potter will enjoy this Christmas very much."
Erus had to laugh at that.
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"Dad!"
Voldemort smiled as he saw his son starting to run. He no longer saw a child; he saw a young man with plans already for the future, and someone who would stand by his side.
The man was a bit surprised over the tight hug he received but did not complain. He breathed in Erus' scent, cradling the back of the teen's head in his hand. The raven hair was smooth, soft and smelt slightly sweet. Just as it always had.
They released each other and Erus grinned at him. He would not let his time with his father be interrupted by that vision; it was not yet to happen and he had already made some progress with his plans.
"Let's go home," Voldemort murmured.
Erus nodded happily.
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Sirius went up to the room Voldemort had given him; as a 'servant' he was supposed to follow Erus wherever he went and therefore had to go home with the teen. Sure, he would miss Severus but otherwise he did not complain so much. Just as long as Bellatrix did not find him. That woman was insufferable.
Erus took a look around the living room before falling down onto a couch. Home sweet home. He rubbed his face into one of the quilts lying there, happy to find it smelled like his dad. Voldemort found the sight amusing and sat down on the couch as well. He lightly poked Erus' side and smiled as Erus made a sort of squeaking noise before wriggling away. The smile turned feral and before long, Erus was laughing helplessly as his father tickled him.
Once Voldemort had given up the torture, they were both on the floor and Erus looked at him.
"We're acting very childishly," the teen pointed out.
"And?" his father replied. "I haven't had a good laugh for a while."
"Dumbledore keeps you busy?" Erus asked as he moved to rest on his father. Voldemort grunted as his son, with purpose, dropped himself a bit harder than necessary but replied nonetheless:
"Too busy. Something is seriously wrong with that man."
"Dad, we've known that for a long time now," Erus pointed out as he leaned his head into his hands, his elbows on the man's chest.
"Yes, and you are heavy. Get off."
"I'm not heavy!"
"Yes, you are!"
"No, I'm not!"
Voldemort gave up and slumped his head back to the floor. Erus put his head down onto the man's chest and closed his eyes. The Dark Lord did not have the heart to throw him off.
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Noir seemed determined to ravage his lover's mouth and completely make him loose his breath, but Erus managed to pay it back. They fought for the dominance of the kiss for a few more minutes before they both admitted defeat and drew back to gulp for air.
The vampire rested his forehead against Erus' and sighed happily.
"I missed you," the vampire murmured. "Your father kindly scared the crap out of me when he told me about your vision."
"He likes to scare you," Erus said and nuzzled the man's cheek. "I'm fine, as you can see. You had your worry-moment about this ages ago. Now, bedroom."
"Eh, already?"
"Don't 'Eh, already' me you prick. Bedroom, NOW," Erus growled out and kindly dragged the vampire after him.
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Erus was woken up on Christmas Eve by his father. Voldemort looked down at him before glancing over at Noir. The vampire remained asleep as Erus sat up with a yawn. He looked at the Dark Lord in surprise as Voldemort held out a robe for him but took it without complaining. Vates muttered something about mice, the snake was bloody obsessed with mice, from his spot on the desk but did not wake up either.
"Come," Voldemort said.
"What is it?" Erus asked as they walked out of the room.
"You know I have made another Horocrux other than the diary."
"Yes," the teen said with a frown. Voldemort never brought up the Horcruxes if he could help it. He had only mentioned them a few times before, and those time it had been with great reluctance.
The Dark Lord fished up a locket and with a tap of his wand formed it to a small earring. He stopped Erus and said:
"I want you to take care of it for me… in case something happens."
"Dad?" Erus asked. "What's wrong? Are you thinking something will happen to you?"
"At this point, I'm not sure," Voldemort said. "Please… can you take care of it for me?"
The teen knew he was thinking about the vision. As Erus had not told him anything beyond he was killed, Voldemort had no idea who it was or when it was. The teen managed to nod, saying it was okay. With outmost care, Voldemort put the earring on. Erus felt on it, and felt his father's reassuring magic wash over him with the touch.
"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you," Erus said and hugged the Dark Lord tightly. "You hear me, dad? You're gonna be fine."
The man hugged Erus back but did not say anything.
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Noir noticed Erus was distracted right away. The teen hardly focused on eating and kept glancing on the chair where Voldemort would have been. Said man was out on a raid with a few of the people from the inner circle.
"What's wrong, Erus?" he asked and took the teen's hand.
The emerald eyes looked into violet ones and Erus said:
"I need your help."
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When Voldemort came back, he heard screaming coming from the dungeons. Curious, he went down. Only to stare in… horror? Yes, horror. Voldemort normally did not do that emotion but now he could not help it.
His son was covered in blood, slashing through a man with no signs of stopping and putting the man out of his misery. His fangs were clearly visible and his eyes were almost completely red. The floor was coated with the red liquid, and intestines. The stench in the air made Voldemort feel sick.
Several of the prisoners were already dead, and the alive ones were screaming and trying to move as far away they could from the doors of their cells, away from the enraged and slightly insane teen.
The man gave out one last gurgling scream before Erus slashed his throat open. The teen dropped what was left of the body down and took a few deep breaths. In the next moment, he punched the wall and it gave out an ominous crack. He tore open another prison cell and dragged out a woman by her hair. The woman kept wailing, so pathetic, so useless, and Voldemort stared. He knew Erus liked killing, watching people suffer but he had never expected his son to love blood covering the floor, the walls, the bloody roof and even himself.
"Don't kill me!" the woman wailed out, scrambling to get away. Erus took a hold of her throat and she stopped, fear evident in her eyes. The Dark Lord waited to see what his son would do.
"Don't kill you? For what reason are you here other than to die?" the teen asked gently.
"I don't want to die!" she managed to say before tears started running down from her eyes again.
"Stop your whining; you look pathetic," Erus growled. "All of you are pathetic, all of you deserve death! I'll kill you the same way I'll kill Dumbledore, I'll destroy you in the way I'm going to destroy Dumbledore!"
Aah, so his son was upset about that. Maybe the vision he had? But he had never told Voldemort who had killed the Dark Lord…
"No one can kill Dumbledore!" the woman shrieked in a moment of courage. A former Gryffindor then.
"Oh, I will," Erus said and dragged her along the hall. She screamed, kicked and tried to get loose. "Stop struggling; you'll only make it worse for yourself."
Voldemort saw a head poke out from one of the open cells, and blinked. It was Rockwood. What was the man doing here?
"Are you going to test it on her, young lord?" the man asked.
"No," Erus said and Voldemort grew confused. What were they talking about? "It's still too unstable as neither of us has made it before. Beside that… she seems like a fierce woman this one; a woman just in your taste."
Rockwood's eyes began to shine.
"Young lord, you cannot mean…"
"A thank you for your help."
"I always help the young lord if my help is needed."
"I will make sure to remember that," Erus said. "It may be hold to the test soon."
Rockwood bowed and he was given the wailing woman. The cell door was snapped close and Erus seemed to relax. He waved a hand and cleaned himself off. He snapped his fingers and Fabella showed up.
"Clean this place up," was his only order as he waved his hand lazily around the room. Neither teen nor house-elf noticed the Dark Lord slipping back to the rest of the manor.
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Voldemort looked at the stack of parchments he had to read and sighed. It was Christmas and he wanted to relax. Cygnirius and Anastasia had been there briefly but had other plans for the day. Erus had been his usual self and sent love from Cynthia to them, looking as if he had not killed several people only an hour or two ago.
"They can wait another day you know."
He looked up to see Erus leaning against the door post. The teen had changed clothing after the deal in the dungeons; Voldemort must have missed that when the Bellums were by. The teen was now dressed in a loose white shirt and black slacks but was barefoot for some reason. His arms were crossed, his magic calm.
"I wish they could," Voldemort said. "But they are from last week."
"Maybe you should pick your lazy ass up once in a while and do some work instead of feeding your ego with images of Dumbledore dying," the teen pointed out as he walked into the room.
Voldemort glared at him but Erus was not fazed by it. The teen plopped down in the chair in front of the desk, checked his nails briefly and continued:
"Although I don't think the reports would mind waiting one more day. Come on; I want to have a snowball-fight."
"A what?!"
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Severus stared, his body frozen, his mouth hanging slightly open. He lacked words. Yes, the feared potions master, the greasy git, the bat from the dungeons of Hogwarts; the Severus Snape had been reduced speechless.
Of course, seeing your Dark Lord being overruled by your lover and your godson in a snowball-fight of all things was something Severus had never seen before. He watched as Sirius and Erus threw another set of snowballs at the poor man, and gave out a very un-Severus-like giggle when one of them hit Voldemort in the face.
Five minutes later, he was laughing so hard he had to hold onto his sides. Through this all, the three never noticed him. And once they did, they all stared before starting to laugh themselves. They must look completely ridiculous.
Voldemort banished all the snow he had on him and added a warming spell to his robes. His hands were cold and so were his feet. He could not wait until he got back inside. One glance at his son, and he knew Erus was thinking the same.
Sirius grinned quite evilly and with a leap threw both himself and Severus down onto the snow. Severus yelped and Sirius gave out his usual barking laughter.
"We are complete nutters," Voldemort said with a sigh as he brushed off Erus' cloak of snow.
"That we are," the teen agreed. "But we wouldn't have it any other way, right?"
As the two watched Severus and Sirius fight each other, Severus for getting out of the snow and Sirius for a snogging session, the man replied:
"True."
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They went to Malfoy Manor later that evening for a small ball, only the closest people invited. Erus had kindly dragged Noir with him, and Severus had kindly dragged Sirius. The only single one in Riddle Manor, Voldemort, had given a sigh of relief that he was not forced to drag anyone and no one was about to drag him.
Lucius greeted them all with smiles at the door instead of the usual house-elf.
"I trust your day has been good?" he asked them.
"More or less," Voldemort said and the others nodded. House-elves came to take their outer robes and cloaks before they moved into the ballroom of the house.
Voldemort only shook his head when he saw Erus with a wineglass; the teen was growing up so quickly. He shot a warning glare at Noir though and the vampire nodded, showing he was only going to let the teen have one glass. The man returned to his conversation with Nott, satisfied. The vampire had learned pretty much his different glares faster than anyone else.
Erus dragged Rockwood, Sirius and Noir away after a little while and got to an unused guestroom. He warded the room so no one could listen and looked at the three in turn.
"I know it's Christmas Eve and all but…"
"It's okay," Sirius said.
Noir and Rockwood nodded. Erus sighed in relief and said:
"Well, shall we begin then? Rockwood, how are things going at the Ministry?"
"I've heard Dumbledore is sending out the Aurors that are in the Order to find Bill Weasley," Rockwood said.
"Why?"
"Something about him warding a place for something really important next year," Rockwood said. "Didn't hear much but I'll keep my ears open."
Erus nodded and thought for a while. It had to be some serious warding if Dumbledore wanted Bill to do it. Something really important next year… the only thing he could think about was his father's murder. He had to take that into consideration.
"I'll get in contact with Bill and have him figure out what they need him for," Erus said. "Noir, your brother with us?"
"Of course," Noir said. "He is quite eager may I add to finally be able to stir some chaos."
Erus smirked.
"Sirius… you know what you're doing."
"Yep," the man said. "You sure it's Neville Longbottom?"
"Yes. It was him I saw in the vision and it was him the prophecy referred to," Erus said.
"Why not letting your father know?" Rockwood said.
"Not yet," the teen said. "I'm killing Longbottom myself."
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"We've missed you!"
"Cynthia, can't breath!"
They all laughed as they saw Erus wave his arms around, trying to get away from his very excited blood-sister. Curiosus, invisible of course, cocked his head and appeared to look at them oddly. Erus did not have the heart to glare at the creature.
Once Cynthia had hugged him, it was the other's turns. At least they knew how to hug like normal people.
"Did you have a good time here?" he asked as they walked up the castle, Sirius walking a bit behind them with hands in his pockets and whistling something. The teens did not give him much thought, and the man was okay with that.
"Pretty much," Fred said. "We managed to prank Potter brat three times."
"Where's Ginny?" he asked.
"Off with Luna," George said. "Probably in the library or in Ravenclaw's common room. The Ravenclaws aren't really bothered with having Ginny there, considering she's not making troubles and let's them study alone."
Erus nodded.
"What about you?" Cynthia asked. "You've been doing alright?"
"Perfectly fine," Erus said. "Haven't been doing much except for totally beaten my dad in a snowball-fight."
"A snowball-fight?" both Cynthia and Draco asked as they very well knew just who his father was. Dimitriv and Nikolaj stared as they knew as well.
"Yes, a snowball-fight," Erus said and laughed. "Aah, the look on his face before being hit by one… the best memory in my life."
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Joseph and Belladonna finally came to the meadow, both of them still tired and more than a bit cranky. As they came there, however, they stopped in shock. ¨
Erus was sitting between two vampires, both of them having shared their cloaks with him to keep him warm. Erus' servant Famulus seemed just to have finished conjuring a non-smoking fire and was currently warming his hands over them. Two unknown men to them sat to the left of the servant, warming their hands as well. One had dark hair, one had red.
"There you are," Erus said and looked at them.
"Erus, who are all these people?" Belladonna asked.
"Friends who will help us. How is it going with the egg?"
"Hn, I figured it out long ago," Belladonna said in a bored tone as she sat down in front of the fire, not too far away from Erus. "I'm gonna use Gillyweed; my mother has already sent me some."
"Great," he said and looked at her. "Still sleeping, Joseph?"
"Shut up," the teen grumbled as he dumped down next to the young woman. "I wouldn't mind learning your friends' names."
"When you ask so nicely so. The vampires are Noir and Blanc, brothers," Erus said. "Noir here with long hair is my lover."
They both stared at the long-haired vampire who only smiled and tugged the teen closer. Blanc rolled his eyes.
"Famulus isn't really Famulus, his real name is Sirius," the teen said. "But don't mention his name to anyone except for the ones here right now; he's been dead for a year and a half."
"I'm still sitting here mind you," Sirius muttered.
"Sorry," Erus said with a quick smile. "The redhead is Bill, and the last but not the least is Rockwood. He works for my dad."
The two looked at the different men and then nodded to show it was okay. Erus nodded back and began to speak:
"Rockwood, anything new?"
The man thought for a while and then said:
"Dumbledore is getting paranoid that much can anyone tell. But other than that… sorry."
"It's okay," the teen said. "Bill?"
"I've gotten in contact with Dumbledore, claiming I was in Egypt," the redhead said. "He bought it. I haven't been given a full explanation of what I'm supposed to ward. Any suggestions?"
"You would like to know what it was for," Erus said. "But I can't imagine him giving the information to you unless you take an Unbreakable Vow."
"Which would only serve as an irritation that I can't tell you," Bill said gloomy, glaring into the fire.
Erus smiled and said:
"It's okay to take the Vow. Do it."
"But---"
"I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't know how to overcome it," the teen said and looked at Bill. "Trust me; I'll get the information."
Bill nodded and said:
"I'll take the Vow tomorrow."
"Good. Blanc my dear, what news do you have about the potion?"
"Well, I managed to have it blown up in my face far too many times than I care to admit," Blanc said. "But I'm getting there. I need to test it on someone though."
"What kind of potion is it?" Belladonna asked.
"It's a sort of binding," Erus said. "It's a part of a ritual we have to make."
"We?" Joseph said.
"Me, Noir, Blanc, Rockwood and Sirius. Bill will be there to make sure no one gets through the wards. Bill, do you know anything about what he wants you for?"
"He clearly wants me to ward it so strong Voldemort can't get out, and no one can get in until it's all over," Bill said. "It has most likely something to do about that prophecy."
Bill had looked at Erus' memory of the prophecy and therefore understood Dumbledore's request a bit better.
"He wants dad somewhere and…" Erus quieted down and looked at the earth for a few moments. Then he looked up again and said, "Severus. Severus is the spy, so he must be involved as well. No doubt he's already told dad."
"Severus trying to trick Voldemort to a place where I have warded it," Bill said, his eyes widening.
"And then Longbottom will be waiting there," Erus finished. "Dumbledore has it all planned out. All he needs is you, Bill. That's why Longbottom is so confident; he knows the prophecy. He's probably being trained."
The others were silent, the two teen trying to process all the information. Erus was most certainly not the person they first thought he was. They both had figured out who Erus' dad was as well. Voldemort, the England's Dark Lord. Or rather, the Wizarding World's Dark Lord. It was a rather huge new to process but they were interrupted when the conversation continued.
"What should we do?" Rockwood finally asked.
Erus closed his eyes.
"Either talk to Severus and convince him to not a breath a word about this to anyone, or trick them both," he said.
"You didn't really give us easy solutions," the Black muttered as he looked at the teen.
"I've managed Severus before," Erus said. "It's a hell of a lot harder tricking them both."
"True," Rockwood, Sirius and Bill agreed.
"Alright, I'm gonna speak with Severus tomorrow," Erus said. "You take the Vow Bill and then I'll check if it's really what we think it is. Blanc, you continue with the potion; I want Belladonna and Joseph helping you on that."
"Oh?" Blanc looked over at the two and they looked at Erus.
"Blanc can sneak into Severus' office," Erus said. "I'll make sure I'm there as well. You just pretend you're going to see me."
"Okay," both of the teens said.
"Rockwood, keep your ears open as usual, and make sure no one knows you've taken the prophecy."
"I've replaced it," Rockwood said, "with the fake Lord Noir presented. None will be the wiser."
"Good. Sirius… you have to go and collect something for me from home, and you can't have my dad knowing it."
"What is it?" Sirius asked.
Erus grinned.
"The dagger of Salazar Slytherin," he said.
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"A vampire as a lover, huh?"
Erus looked at Belladonna who only arched an eyebrow, her lips in a soft smile.
"Yeah," he said with a small shrug, careful not to wake Vates from his nap. The Basilisk hissed lightly at the movement but did not stir.
"Do you love him?"
Erus nodded.
"More than I thought I would," he elaborated.
"Have you two mated yet?" she asked and he whipped his head to stare at her, his face quickly turning red. They were walking towards the carriage, having left after making sure the others had left as well. Sirius was walking a bit behind them with Joseph.
"So what if we have?" he asked and looked away.
"Was it recently?" she asked, enjoying very much to tease him.
He mumbled something.
"What was that?" she said. "Couldn't quite hear it."
"During the time I was home," he muttered a bit louder.
"Ooh, that was really recent. No wonder he wanted you close the whole time."
"He always wants me close," Erus said. "If Noir had any choice in this, he would forbid me going to school and kidnap me to one of his manors."
"That's rather cute of him."
"Hn. Dad isn't the least amused by it."
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"What are you doing, you secret-keeper?"
Erus looked up at Lamia who only smiled lightly to say he was not angry or upset before seating himself in front of the teen.
"Why do you wonder?"
"Well, I've felt your energy moving in and out from the Forbidden Forest quite a few times during the time we've been here."
Oh. Erus had nearly forgotten Lamia could feel other Necromancers.
"Well, it's my secret to keep," Erus said and looked at him. "Don't worry; not working alone this time. I have lots of help."
"I'm sure of it," Lamia said. "Joseph and Belladonna being two of them?"
He nodded.
"Just checking," the man said and waved a hand. "How is school going otherwise? Happy to have a small break?"
"Overjoyed," Erus drawled out. "Otherwise I'm doing fine. No homework to do, only relaxing. Unless you are here to tell me I have another test in Necromancy."
"No, not for a while," the white-haired man reassured. His yellow eyes shimmered with amusement at the teen's pout.
"Good," Erus said and the pout disappeared.
"I only hope you aren't risking your life," Lamia said.
Erus looked up at him for such a long time the man got nervous.
"You want me to be honest?"
The man nodded.
"I have no idea if I'm risking my life or not. I can only hope I won't die by the end of the year."
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Severus looked up as Erus entered with Sirius, Joseph and Belladonna in tow.
"Sev, can you ward the room?" Erus asked.
"Sure I can, but why?" the man asked even as he got a kiss from Sirius before the Black inspected the books he had.
"Just do it and I'll explain it all," Erus said. "I promise."
Severus complied and after a while he said:
"Alright, now not even Dumbledore can get in. What do you want?"
As a response the fire flared and in stepped first Blanc and then Bill. Erus smiled at them, turned to Severus and said:
"I need you to keep a very big secret."
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"Still not going so good?"
"You try doing this potion!" Blanc nearly shrieked. The sight made Joseph and Belladonna chuckle.
Erus shook his head and said:
"Just joking. Take your time; fortunately we have that."
"If we had no time?" Blanc asked as he vanished the potion and set up for another try.
"I would scream in your face," Erus said as he changed page in his book, his back against Bill's back. The redhead was currently dosing off, the after-effects of Erus' mind-digging slowly fading away. Their guess had been right, and now they could fully concentrate on the almost complete plan.
Blanc only shook his head and turned to the cauldron.
"Who are you doing to let play Tom?" Severus asked casually as he graded papers.
"I'm thinking myself," Erus said. "I only need to look like dad for a minute or two."
"You're not going to tell me what the ritual is?" the potions master said.
"You wouldn't let us do it, so no," Erus said cheerfully.
"I can forbid you right now."
"And would I listen?"
Severus winced.
"True."
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Erus looked over the parchments spread around him. A slow smile began to spread over his face. It was done now, the preparations for his new spell. He took up the final parchment, on where it stood how to create it. It would take some time for him to perfect it naturally, but he suspected that before the summer he would be able to give Invisus quite a show.
He looked forward to it.
Tbc…
Erus is quite secretive, isn't he? Answers will come later.
Chapter 33: Up to the second task.
Until later,
Ja,
Tiro