AN: A little shorter than normal, since this was the last half of the previous chapter. As always, I hope you like this chapter, and if you don't, whatever floats your boat y'all.
The darkness of his mind faded as Aries searched through his subconscious as he often had since his youth, searching for answers that always seemed out of his reach. Memories that had long plagued him, ones that clearly were not his own, and now the continued dreams of the Department of Mysteries. The latter was a fixture that was ever in the focus of Albus Dumbledore and the Dark Lord. He was well aware the Dark Lord sought the prophecy within the halls, and thanks to his training with Thomas, he also knew the younger boy dreamt of the mysterious hallway. So why was Aries plagued with them as well? Why did they always seem to follow the chaotic visions surrounding Yggdrasil and the Old Man?
The concern of shared dreams was the entirety of the issue at hand for Aries. Did he contain some connection to Thomas? Or did the two heirs of Slytherin have a connection through the shared bloodline of Salazar? Neither made sense if he was honest. His chaotic visions had begun after the Dark Lord had returned yes, but all the shared dreams were preceded by the images themselves. So, were they connected? Were the very dreams that Thomas also had a warning from the Old Man? It was a never-ending line of questioning that had begun to drive him insane.
"Aries?" Daphne's soft voice came from the door, and Aries was ripped from his own mind. "I interrupted you, it would seem. Care to share?" She slipped onto the bed, pulling herself against his back and wrapping her arms around his bare chest.
"Not yet," Aries answered, and he felt the girl tense. "Not until I know the entirety of it." Daphne nodded against the back of his neck as her hands moved up to massage his shoulders.
"I cornered the Bloody Baron like you asked," she began to place soft kisses along his neck and up to his ear as she spoke. "The Grey Lady has disappeared. None of the ghosts know where she has gone."
"Damnit," Aries cursed with a ferocity that surprised Daphne. "Of all times, a ghost chooses to piss off it's now when I need to speak to one the most."
"Perhaps I could help," the movements of her hands smoothed out the tenseness in his shoulders. "If you would just tell me what you seek." He sighed and leaned back against her.
"I'm afraid the current issue resides outside the realms of our expertise, darling."
"Then let me help in other ways?" Daphne placed a kiss on his cheek. "The dinner has been arranged with my family. Something I could convince father of? A plot here at Hogwarts that is beneath your time?"
"Do you yearn so much to do my bidding?"
"I think it obvious that I've tied my fate to yours. Why would I not do anything to make sure we succeed? Have I not earned your trust?"
"Yes, I suppose you have," Aries pulled away from her arms. "The Grey Lady is incredibly important, as I believe she holds the key to the last missing piece of information I seek."
"Information regarding?" Her eyes followed him as he paced.
"My father was given something rather incredible by the Dark Lord. The locket of Salazar Slytherin." Daphne's eyes widen, but Aries paid her no mind. "He gave Lucius his own diary from his time at Hogwarts, and he gave Bellatrix Hufflepuff's Cup. Now, the diary is what possessed the Weasley girl, as it contained an imprint of the Dark Lord's sixteen-year-old self. These objects are important to him, as he gave them to some of his most trusted followers to guard. But why? What was their importance?"
"It seems odd for the Dark Lord to have any sentimental value with an object."
"I agree. So, their importance is something beyond just being items belonging to the founders. The diary, the locket, and the cup all possess some of the most wretched magic I have ever felt. When I wear the locket. . . I am not myself. The same can be said of the cup. I do not believe that Gryffindor's sword had been tainted, as Dumbledore would have recognized it as being similar to the diary. But-"
"You think the Dark Lord did something to Rowena's diadem?"
"Yes," Aries replied with a smile. "And, perhaps, I can resist the magic long enough to use the diadem to find out just what the Dark Lord has done." The girl had a very pensive look on her face as she tapped her chin in thought.
"I can look through my father's library," Daphne offered. "But if the Black library has not provided any results, I doubt mine will."
"It is of no consequence," Aries dismissed as he came to lay next to her. "There is one last place I have to look. The diadem will have to wait until the Ghost of Ravenclaw returns."
"So now, you've given me a bite. What about your plans? The real plans?"
"That can wait until Christmas, darling." He leaned in and kissed her softly. 'For now, other adventures await." He felt her smile against his lips as she pulled him on top of her.
Aries only gave a polite nod to those that wished him goodnight, as their lesson concluded. The members of Dumbledore's Army had made many leaps forward in the weeks since the group had formed; as such, some of the students were beginning to open up to him, especially the Ravenclaws. Their hunger for knowledge had finally overpowered their suspicion of him. He made his way back to the Slytherin common room under the Disillusionment Charm, sneaking past prefects until he arrived the dungeons. A wave of his hand removed the charm, and he entered the common room, which was empty save Theodore Nott.
The son of one of the most trusted wizards with the Dark Lord's inner circle was a continued mystery to him. Aries was aware that Theodore had little intention of being a Death Eater, but he was also informed that he still passed on information to his father. Nevertheless, Aries sat down in his chair in front of the fire and waited for Nott to speak.
"The Dark Lord is growing impatient," Theodore said at last, "Lord Malfoy is failing him within the Wizengamot, and every day that passes without your allegiance frustrates him."
"Have you been invited to their meetings now?" Aries asked as he looked towards the other. "The Dark Lord will continue to grow impatient, I'm afraid. I have no intention of bending the knee."
"Then what is your intention?"
"Spoilers, Nott," Theodore glared at him, but Aries only smiled. "You can't think I really would just monologue my plan to you? So you can run back and tell daddy who will tell the Dark Lord?"
"He knows of your relationship with Greengrass. You don't think he'll target her?"
"He would be a fool to think I would leave my allies so vulnerable," Aries answered back with a cold stare. "Or that threats would work with me. I'm not Dumbledore. I will not throw caution to the wind and risk a bishop over a pawn."
"Do you wish to have us tortured?" Theodore asked hotly, suddenly showing fear in his eyes. "Every one of us who has failed to provide the Dark Lord information is going to get the Cruciatus when we return home for Christmas."
"Then don't." The other Slytherin tensed at words. "Spend Christmas with my family. Choose a different side."
"What?"
"Come now, Theodore," Aries leaned forward and looked the other boy in the eye. "We both know you have no intention of becoming a Death Eater. So why continue to serve your father's master?"
"You cannot protect me from the Dark Lord or my father."
"Then why is he spying on me?" Aries asked, honestly. "If the Dark Lord is so powerful, then why is he spending more resources dealing with me than Dumbledore? And why is Dumbledore spying on my just as much as the Dark Lord? Come on, Theodore! You're smarter than this." He waited, but Theodore did not respond as he was too caught up in his own thoughts. "I can help you, Theodore. I'll be waiting when you've made your decision."
Thomas smiled proudly as the rest of Dumbledore's Army entered the Room of Requirement. So much had happened since its first meeting, and not a lot of it good, but this group was something that brought him a lot of pride.
"Today, we're going to put dueling aside," Thomas stated to the group. "No doubt many of you are happy about that. And instead, we're going to do something just as important. Aries and I wanted to make sure we taught you all before the break. We're going to learn the Patronus Charm." Excited whispers broke out through the group. "Normally, I teach the magic, but Aries is the one who taught me, so it's best if he does it."
"The Patronus Charm, in the shortest explanation, is a manifestation of happiness in magic," Aries began before the group could protest. "This is why it is so effective against Dementors, who are the embodiment of sorrow and despair. The incantation is Expecto Patronum. Unlike other spells you've been using, this one requires emotion: happiness. The best way to achieve this is by using a particular memory to fuel that emotion."
"Is there anything particular we should use?" asked Terry Boot.
"It's subjective. What works for me may not work for you. But it needs to be something more than a mundane memory. Try to think of your happiest memory and let it fill you. Then, cast the charm." Shouts of the incantation filled the room, but not a single person managed to even procure a wisp. "Keep trying. This isn't like a defense spell. It's more complicated, and very few ever get it on the first try." By the end of their hour and a half, a few had managed to create a shield. Thomas spent much of the time encouraging the others, and Aries had to consistently remind them that failing at the spell was entirely reasonable. "I think we've all had enough."
"Aries is right," Thomas agreed. "We'll meet up again after the break. Happy Christmas, everyone!" Thomas personally said goodnight to everyone, ensuring to give Susan a quick kiss, before he turned and realized that Neville hadn't left yet. He stood in the back, staring at the wall where a picture of the original Order of the Phoenix hung. A hand landed on his shoulder when he moved forward, and he turned to find Aries stopping him.
"I'll handle this," Aries said softly.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Neville is more conflicted than you know. He needs someone to take his confusion out on, and right now, I'm the center of it."
"How do you know? Thomas asked before he suddenly looked alarmed. "You're not reading his mind, are you?!"
"Again, Potter, I do not read minds," Aries said with a frustrated sigh. "I told you I am gifted in the Mind Arts, Legilimency being part of that. While I can enter another's mind, I do not do so without permission. That being said, there is something called passive Legilimency. Can you stop yourself from hearing others talk around you?"
"Well, no."
"The same can be said regarding thoughts. If one thinks hard or loud enough, if that makes sense, their thoughts project, and those with the gift of passive Legilimency, like Dumbledore or me, cannot help but hear."
"That's a little creepy," Thomas said with an awkward laugh.
"Perhaps, but we can discuss this another time. I'll deal with Neville." He accepted the dismissive tone of Aries and left the room quickly. He only hoped that Aries was kinder to Neville than he tended to be with others.
The heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Longbottom stood transfixed at the picture for some time, and Aries wondered if he was in some kind of trance. He had seen a memory of Neville from his first year, and much about the boy had changed since then. The only thing that remained the same was his magic, though many tended to blame that on his wand. Aries walked forward slowly until he stood next to Neville. A few moments passed in silence as the two stared at the picture.
"I often wonder if my father would have been among them," Aries confessed. "If he had managed to escape the Dark Lord after his betrayal." Neville did not answer him but instead looked down at his feet. "I wonder what my father would think of me. Would he approve of the path I have chosen? I suppose it's a relief to you to know that your parents cannot see the failure their son has become." Neville's head shot up, and Aries smirked at the fire he saw in the boy's eyes.
"What did you say?" Neville asked through gritted teeth.
"Your parents were powerful," Aries answered as he walked away. "Frank and Alice Longbottom were exceptional. And yet here you stand, an heir to an ancient and noble house, barely able to cast a shield charm. You think of vengeance. Ha! You would die before you ever cast your first spell. Better that they're insane because at least this way, they can't see the worthless squib you've become." He could see Neville's anger, but the boy still did not react. "Bellatrix walks free because of me. She laughs and cries and has been reunited with her family. Can you imagine? The woman who tortured your parents to insanity is free." Tears began to fall from Neville. "I can see in your mind, Longbottom. You want to strike out. So, what stops you? Is it because you think you can't defeat me? Or because you know deep inside that you will never be worthy of your father's wand?"
Neville glared at him; his fists clenched, but he did nothing. Aries drew he wand and sent mild stinging hexes at the boy. He yelped and jumped back, pulling his wand to try to throw up a shield.
"Is that all you're good for, Longbottom? A weak shield charm? Who do you mean to protect? Your family? Your friends?" He started throwing more powerful charms, shattering the boy's shield. "You think Hannah will ever want the failure that you are? Maybe you should have died when your uncle had thrown you out of that window. At least then, you won't have to watch when the Death Eaters come to finish what they started with your parents." Now, Aries was beginning to become angry himself and started throwing the Dark Arts at the boy, intentionally missing him, but shattering his shield any time Neville managed to conjure another one.
"Why are you here, Neville? Still trying to prove you are worthy of something? Your father's wand is in your hands, and it rejects you! Your family has stood by the Potters for centuries, and they look upon you with shame! You will never stand by the House of Potter as your father, and all the Lords of House Longbottom had before. Their legacy is dead because of you!"
At last, something snapped inside Neville Longbottom. Aries felt Neville's power skyrocketed, as the wall between the boy and his magic fell apart. Spell after spell flew Aries way, each increasing with ferocity and power, but he merely sidestepped each one.
"Is that all you can do?!" Aries laughed loudly and coldly. "Pathetic!"
"Bombarda!" He sidestepped Longbottom's spell, but when it collided with the wall, it shattered with an enormous explosion. Aries smiled as Longbottom sent exploding charm after exploding charm at him, but none connected. The room began to fall apart, as Longbottom's magic, pent up after years of weakness, rushed forth from his wand, but the boy was tiring.
"That's it! Feel your magic, Longbottom! Let your anger fuel your magic!" Aries moved in closer to Longbottom, sidestepping and spinning away from his spells. When they were just a few feet apart, Aries disarmed him and threw him to the ground. Longbottom fought him, but Aries held him down. "Look around, Longbottom! Look!" Suddenly, Neville stopped in shock, as if finally seeing what he had done to the room. The walls were shattered, and the practice dummies were destroyed from the sheer strength of his magic.
"Did I do this?"
"Yes, Longbottom, you did," Aries answered with a smile. "For the first time in your life, you took control. You forgot about your own insecurities. You forgot about your self-worth. You forgot about the wand you were using and willed your magic to do as you commanded."
"I don't understand, the wand. Its-"
"You do not think your wand knows who you are?" Neville frowned at the question. "Your father's blood runs through your veins. His magic is within you. You think that wand would deny you, the son of its master? The wand may choose the wizard, Longbottom, but magic is sentient. The wand never refused you, but rather you refused it. Years you have spent thinking yourself unworthy of your father because you are nothing like him. And yet, do you know why your father would be most disappointed in you? Not because you are unlike him, but rather because you are choosing to not be yourself. Greatness comes in many forms, Longbottom, and there is not just one path." Aries rose to his feet and extended a hand to the boy. Longbottom took it, and as he stood, the room began to repair itself.
"You were trying to make me angry, weren't you?" Longbottom asked curiously. "You wanted me to see this."
"Yes," Aries replied. "It's time for you to stop being a scared boy and become the man you need to be, Lord Longbottom. My words were harsh, but they needed to be said." He waited for Neville to nod. "A wand of your own may suit you better, Longbottom, but I think now you'll realize just how much you, not the wand, were holding yourself back." His task was complete, and Aries made his way to leave the room to allow Longbottom time in his thoughts.
"Wait!" He turned, as Longbottom called to him. The boy had a somewhat nervous look to him, and Aries could sense his inner conflict. "Is it true? What you said about the Cruciatus at the Wizengamot? That it can be healed?" He knew immediately what Longbottom meant.
"Bella's case is far different than that of your parents," Aries said, and he could not help the sadness in his voice. "I do not know if what you mean to ask is possible."
"But you won't say it's impossible." There was a hope in Longbottom's voice that Aries could not deny.
"The Cruciatus does not affect the body, but rather the mind." He ran a hand through his hair as he collected his thoughts. "It forces the mind to believe itself to be feeling real torture, affecting the pain receptors of the body. In Bella's case, it allowed the Dark Lord to twist her nature through the combined use of Legilimency and the Cruciatus. But for your parents, they were tortured for so long that their minds retreated deep into their subconscious, forcing themselves away from the pain, but also from conscious thought. Some have attempted to bring those who have been tortured to insanity back, but it has always ended in death. For the victim, and sometimes even the healer."
"How?"
"It's the mind that is affected, so it is the mind that must be healed. And for that to be done, one must face the very thing causing the ailment. They would need to relive that moment. For most, the second time kills them. And the healer, well, they feel it as well. It has not been attempted for centuries, Longbottom, and for a good reason."
"But it's possible?" Neville asked, his hope not being deterred. Aries sighed and considered it. Theoretically, it was possible, but the reality was that it was incredibly risky. More than likely, it would end in the death of Frank and Alice. But what if he was successful? Could he earn the allegiance of the Longbottom family? Then again, what if he failed? Would all he had accomplished fall apart from the attempt? Would the Wizengamot accuse him of murder? That was doubtful, he controlled the Wizengamot. He was the Wizengamot. He looked up into the hope-filled eyes of Neville Longbottom, and suddenly he was back in that potion's lab, willing his magic to bring his mother back to life. So much of what he had done centered around manipulation, death, deceit, and destruction. Could he do something to actually help another person? He had to. He had to show that he was different than the Dark Lord. It what his mother would have done, after all.
"Yes, it's possible, Neville Longbottom," Aries answered at last.
"Could the mind healer that looked at. . . her do it?"
"No, I'm afraid he could not. I have been the one healing Bella's mind, removing the Dark Lord's influence from her.
"You?" Aries sighed again.
"There are only two others who are as gifted in Legilimency as I am: Albus Dumbledore and the Dark Lord. I can assure you the latter will not help, and if Dumbledore had meant to try, he would have done it long ago." Neville's eye went wide. "That leaves only me. And to do such a thing would require an ordeal that I am not eager to attempt. It is also not something I would do without something in return."
"Anything," Longbottom said quickly. "I'll do anything you ask!"
"Do not be so quick to offer up your life," Aries chastised. "I require an oath of fealty, and, when you ascend to the Head of House Longbottom, you will name me proxy of your seat on the Wizengamot." The boy suddenly looked rather timid, and Aries acted quickly. "I will not demand anything of you beyond your own morals, Longbottom, but is aiding me in my endeavors not worth the lives of your parents? To see them whole again? And your path does not lie within the realm of the politics of the Wizengamot. I could do a lot of good with your seat." Neville was silent for a long time, before he finally nodded, though there was still doubt in his eyes. He went to leave, but Aries grabbed him.
"You will need to be there," Aries commanded. "But do not hope too much, Longbottom. I make no promises. Regardless, I will have my oath. Understand?" Neville nodded slowly. Aries let him leave and wondered just how he was going to accomplish something the greatest wizards of history had not.
Aries stood before the great ash tree of Yggdrasil, the World Tree. Its branches spanned to many realms, and he could see into each of them, as the Old Man commanded the magic before them with the waves of his arms. As he drew his arms in a circle, the world changed. They stood on a mountain, a magnificent marble temple before them. Lightning flashed through the sky before the world turned again. A stone temple rose from the sand as a great serpent attacked a warrior made of the sun. Another change, and they stood before Yggdrasil again. But now, the branches connected the tree to the two great temples, and war flashed above them. Mighty warriors clashed, as powerful magic spread through the sky. A bright flash of light and the world faded until Aries stood alone.
A bright eye shared by three heads stuck out among the darkness. It watched him, and Aries felt as if the eye could see through him. The Old Man looked down upon the creatures, mouthing words that Aries could not hear before they all faded away. Suddenly, he was before the Veil. Whispers called to him, and the Old Man faced him.
"Remember who you are. Seek me, o' soul of souls. See now, which is seen elsewhere."
He felt his body changed, something smooth replaced his own. The walls of the Department of Mystery formed around him as he slithered down the hall. At the end of the hall was a door, and a red-headed man sat before it. He tried to stand and pull his wand, but Aries struck first. Giant fangs sunk into the man's skin, and he screamed.
Aries shot up from his bed and proceeded to retch onto the floor. He felt drained as if the dream had pulled on his magic. There was no mistaking it; in the dream, he was the snake. Was it a warning? Or had it happened just now? He threw off his covers, the vomit banished with a wave of his hand, and made his way to the desk. Quickly, he found the item he was looking for, a mirror that his uncle had given him.
"Sirius Black," Aries said into the mirror and waited. A few moments passed, and then his uncle's face appeared.
"Aries? Are you okay?" Sirius asked though Aries could tell he was moving frantically, and others were running in the background. "Listen, I'm sorry I don't have time right now, something has happened."
"Arthur Weasley was attacked, wasn't he?"
"What? How did you know?"
"A story for another time," Aries answered. "But you confirmed something for me. Let me know if he's alright."
Sleep did not come for Aries the rest of the night, and he was grateful when the sun shined through his window at last. He dressed quickly and made his way to the common room to wait for his friends. When they arrived, at last, he left silently for the Great Hall, the others following behind him. He felt Daphne slide her arm through his, but he paid her no mind. The Great Hall was filling as the students came for breakfast and his eyes scanned the table for Potter, but he was nowhere to be found and neither were the Weasleys. Granger sat alone, and Aries shook off Daphne's arm and made his way over to her. Before anyone could say a word, he sat across from Granger and cast a quick Muffliato.
"Black?" Granger said, confused. "What are-"
"Where is Potter and the Weasleys?" Aries asked in whispered tones.
"They're gone," she answered. "I can't tell you any-"
"I already know about Arthur Weasley," he interrupted with irritation. "Did something happen to Thomas? Did he dream anything?"
"Yes," Surprise laced Granger's voice. "How did you know?"
"A guess, but it all makes sense now," He threw a glance towards Dumbledore, who was eyeing them. "Thomas has been different all year, right? Quick to anger, short temper, the lot?" Granger nodded, and Aries let out a frustrated sigh. He looked up at Dumbledore and made eye contact, forcefully pushing a thought in his direction. The Headmaster started for a moment before he nodded, and Aries allowed the man to send the password back. The two stood nearly simultaneously and left the Great Hall, Aries through the great doors, and Dumbledore through the back.
"Candy Cane," Aries told the stone gargoyle, and it moved aside. Voices floated down the staircase, and Aries recognized that Umbridge was in the office with Dumbledore. He knocked politely, stopping the conversation.
"Enter," Dumbledore said, and he opened the door.
"Mr. Black," Umbridge greeted tersely. "Perhaps now is not the best time."
"I'm here at Professor Dumbledore's request," Aries replied with a raise of his eyebrow.
"Indeed, Sirius has requested to speak with you regarding family matters, Mr. Black."
"This is an irregularity, Headmaster," the large woman nearly screeched. "First Potter and the Weasleys disappear, and now, you allow this!"
"A guardian wishing to speak with his charge is not illegal, Madam Umbridge. Unless you have some issues to take with the Black family?" Umbridge glared at him but said nothing.
"Where did they go, Dumbledore?" Umbridge demanded. "Students cannot just leave Hogwarts early! I am the Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, and you will answer me!"
"What Lord Potter and Lord Weasley do is no business of yours, woman," Aries said coldly. "The Ministry has no power here at Hogwarts. Do not think your pointless title means anything here. Now go, before I decide to tell the lords and ladies of the Wizengamot that you believe you can tell them what they can or cannot do with their children." The woman made no move to leave, but she reeked of fear. "Go." It came out almost like a hiss, and Umbridge practically fled. Aries turned his attention back to Dumbledore, who was studying him again.
"One does not need to be so harsh, Mr. Black," Dumbledore said disapprovingly.
"We are not here to discuss tactics, Headmaster." Aries glared at the old man. "You've avoided Potter all year, and now you've allowed this. Explain yourself."
"You think you are owed an explanation?" The old man countered.
"Thomas is owed an explanation. But we both know you will not give it to him. I am here on his behalf."
"His is not your apprentice, though you may wish it were so." The words struck a chord within Aries, and to a point, he knew Dumbledore was right, but he would not let the old man win.
"And he is not your pawn to manipulate." Aries let his anger fill his voice. "You have yet to tell him the prophecy, allowing the Potters to keep it from him, and you have avoided him all year when he has needed you most."
"Yet, he has found a confidant in you. In many ways, you bring out the best in each other."
"This is not a time for games, Headmaster. Tell me of the connection between Thomas and the Dark Lord." Dumbledore started at that, his mask slipped only for a moment, before he leaned forward curiously.
"How do you know of this?"
"My knowledge does not matter," Aries replied. "But rather your inaction. How long have you known?"
"Why does it matter so much to you?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
"Perhaps I do not wish to see another Potter's blood on your hands, Headmaster." Twinkling eyes suddenly flashed, and power filled the air. "Oh, do stow your feathers. We are not peacocks. Surely you did not think that I wouldn't know the real story about Harry Potter? I wonder what would happen should all the memory charms on the Potters be removed?"
"You do not want to make an enemy of me."
"The same goes for me, Headmaster," Aries returned hotly, refusing to back down. "Now, either work with me, or I will see to it that the Potters become aware of your sins."
"Remus has been telling stories again, it would seem," Albus said in passing as if he refused to acknowledge his own actions, but the power left the room. "What of the connection? No doubt Thomas has told you that Voldemort transferred some of his powers to him the night he was destroyed."
"Bullocks. I'm not Potter, and that silly excuse will not work on me. If that was the case, every wizard would be a Parselmouth or a metamorphmagus. What is the connection between Thomas's scar and the diary?" The Headmaster suddenly sat straight, and quickly stood, an alarmed look in his eyes.
"You made the connection as well?
"The diary affected the Weasley girl's emotions, much as Thomas' connection has with him."
Dumbledore paced for a moment, before reluctantly answering Aries. "I have an idea, though, I am not willing to share it."
"Why?" Aries asked, his eyes narrow.
"I do not believe it should be known among others."
"And you fear that I would replicate whatever it is that the Dark Lord has accomplished?" The Headmaster's silence was all he needed for an answer. "So be it. Let this be the last bridge to be burned, Headmaster."
AN: Next Chapter: A Soul for a Soul
