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Previously…
They are all wanting.
And then, they hear it. Three loud thuds, from something being dumped in the floor and a faint pop seconds later.
Everything stops. Everyone stopped breathing, until they hear it. A loud wail.
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Andromeda Black could only remember three times in her life that she was truly and unconditionally scared in all her life. The first being her telling her family she was going to marry a muggle-born, the second being her daughter's birth and now, as she looked into her godson's bloody face. She could not even see what have become of her friends bodies. All she did was get Harry out of the floor and go back to the sitting room.
"Alright, love. Calm down. I need to look and see what has happened to you." She spoke softly to the baby boy in her arms as she tried to comfort him further. As she heard a little flapping, she turned around only to be met by Dilly, Lily's house elf. "What is it elf?"
"Dilly brought everything Lady Lily order. It has everything from the old house. Dilly also burned it all down. There was someone trying to get into the flames and someone trying to stop it from burning, but Dilly had to. Mistress order me to burn it all down and not let anyone inside." The elf had his eyes full of tears and his ears flapping down. "Dilly is sorry he couldn't take little master away before the bad man came. Mistress told Dilly to gather all that was precious and all that was magical and bring to you, ma'am, so Dilly is here to give it to you." The elf gave her a trunk, bowed his head and left.
Andromeda barely acknowledged the trunk. She had more pressing matters to see into right now.
As Harry calmed down some, she pulled her wand and started to check him for anything that could be wrong.
You see, she was a healer, one of the best in her field, but she was also a daughter of House Black. Not only that, she was the oldest Black daughter, meaning she was trained in the harshest and more detailed of ways on all Black family matters. Dark magic and rituals, unfortunately, included. The Black family, contrary to most beliefs, teaches their daughters in the most important aspect of their magic and beliefs, as they will be the ones to teach the sons of Black.
As Andromeda focuses at her task, her mind starts to tell her that there is something extremely wrong with the scar above his eye. She directs all her attention to it and barely tampers out a gasp at what she has found. Her complexion goes white as she double-checks her work and cannot deny the true. There is a small part of an intruding soul in it trying to crawl its way into the boys already shared soul.
"I have to do something about this, and fast. I can't let this sickness and darkness contaminate his bond with Daphne." She mumbles under her breath.
"What are you saying?" Ask a sad and pale Ted. In his arms, his still crying daughter.
"There is a fragment of a soul trying to leach at Harry's. It's contaminated with black magic and it feels like the darkest of magic's to me. If what I read about this is true, then the Dark Lord has committed the vilest of the acts. He split his very own soul, Ted." She explains and lets out a heavy sigh. "That's not the worst I'm afraid." She pales even further as she thinks of her next words "from what I believe I can see in Harry's head right now, he probably made others. The piece inside Harry's head is very small. I had Sirius get for me books about souls from the Black library. I did not know he was going to bring me this book, Secrets of the Darkest Art, anyway, that is not important right now." She lets a heavy sighs out and continues. "This book had a detailed information on the method and consequences of creating objects that are containers for souls, in one word, a Horcrux. The book also theorized that each time someone splinted their souls, it would be getting smaller and smaller. The first known Horcrux was created by Herpo the Foul in Ancient Greece."
She puts Harry on the love sit close to his sleeping sister as she starts to gather the things she will need to remove the vile thing from him. She keeps talking though, explaining to him what she knows.
"The subject of Horcruxes is so evil that it should not be spoken of, even the Darkest of wizardry families are horrified by them."
She stops and breathes a lung full of air before she tries to maintain a semblance of control. Her heart is thudding in her ears showing how horrified she truly is.
"My family knows about this because we have the biggest and greatest library of Dark Magic. My aunt Cassiopeia was the most formidable witch of our family. She could make anyone tremble before her. She was the one who told me about Horcruxes. She almost couldn't, for even she was disgusted by it."
She lifts her head looking right at his eyes with a hard look on her silver ones. "Take Dora and Rav to the Greengrasses and don't come back here. I will go meet you there when we are finished. Keep Daphne awake. He will need her help throughout the ritual." Her tone lives no place for disagreement or dispute. She hardly ever speaks to anyone in that hard and cold voice. From that only, he knows. She was being the Black Daughter she was brought-up to be, through and through, harsh and final, so he does as told and apparates with the girls to Greengrass Manor to wait for them.
She takes Harry in her arms and puts him in the floor before her. She places a drop of phoenix's tear mixed with a drop of unicorn's blood, freely given on his scar. She takes her wand and banishes the appliances from the room, she finds her pure silver dagger, cuts through her hand and starts to draw a circle around the baby for the ritual with her own blood while chanting "sanguis sanguinem, per compages, mi quaeram, animam purgare, corpus ab omni tenebrae." (Translation: blood of my blood, my son through bonding, I seek to cleanse you, soul and body from all that is darkness.)
She kept chanting while her blood poured, her wand in her other hand as she carved runes on the floor, her spilled blood seeking the runes and powering the ritual even further. As she carved the last one, she could already feel the dizziness that came from so much blood shed, however she had to finish. She had to complete the ritual before it becomes too late.
Her voice hardens and the low chant comes louder and stronger.
"Sanguis sanguinem, per compages, mi quaeram, animam purgare, corpus ab omni tenebrae." She stops the chant and lifts both arms above her head before saying. "Mother Magic! I cometh before thee and ask for thy blessing! Make his soul crisp and his core free of darkness. Bless his being and his bonded for those arts thy blessed children!"
She can feel it. She can feel the wind swirling through the room, she can feel the magic energy pricking in her skin, and she can taste it in the air.
Then she hears it.
The bloody curling screech that comes from the now bleeding scar on Harry's face.
She sees his eyes wide open and the green in them alive and pulsing with his own power.
His screams are loud as his body taunts trying to expel the foreign presence in his being.
His eyes closes and when he opens them again, his once luminescent emerald eyes show now one ice blue lit with cold raging power and the other the still luminescent emerald pulsing with the same power.
Andromeda barely holds a loud gasp, she is too afraid to lose her focus and break the ritual, for it surely would be their end. Therefore, she focus her magic in helping the extraction.
After a couple of minutes, she sees it. The black cloud lifts from his scar and disintegrate in the air above the circle she created.
It all stops.
The wind settles.
The magic around goes still
The screams go silent.
It all stops.
She is breathing heavily at this point, she down at the baby on the floor and sees his scar healing on its own. In his eyes, however, she can still see the pulsing power that now it contains.
One ice blue, the other emerald green. And just like that she knows. She knows that two beings and not only one are staring at her anymore.
She shudders and fall to her knees. She reaches for the baby and cradles him in her arms as she whispers "Shhh. It's okay, now. You are both safe now. You are both safe."
She stands, walks through the front door and apparates away, to join her family and friends. When she gets at the door, someone is already there waiting for her. She barely has time to hand over the baby before darkness overtakes her from exhaustion.