Wrong.
It was the only thing Ezekiel could feel right now. Wrong. As if the air had turned solid or his blood started running backwards.
Ezekiel was on his knees on the floor of his basement a few inches away from Harry shaking with his back to Ezekiel. He had lost count of how many times he had found himself in that position but now things were different. The entire room, the entire house seemed to be shaking in place. Ezekiel couldn't move a muscle, even his magic failed to respond him. For all his years Ezekiel had experienced many things, that a human being would only feel once before departing to the Great Unknown. Drowning, dismembering, being burned alive, dissolved in acid. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he had experienced almost every way of leaving this world (except having his soul sucked by a Dementor) twice. Yet for all his time and experience he had never, not once, failed to conjure his magic. His own body had failed him countless times but not his magic.
"Is this what people feel when I use the Black Magic?" He thought.
No, he realized. The Black Magic devoured magic, this thing, Harry's magic was wrong. There was no other way to put it. It was like he was trying to rip everything around him to pieces while at the same time holding it together in one place. And shaking it. Ezekiel needed to put an end to it and he had to do it now, not for his sake or for Lupin, wherever the hell that mutt was, but for Harry. A boy his age shouldn't be able to use this kind of power without completely depleting and straining his core. Harry could be shakes could be him trying not to explode right now. Then again Ezekiel couldn't remember hearing of a child manifesting the same power that Harry was. This had to end. Now. Lucky for everyone he had another kind of magic as his disposal so with as much will as he could muster he gave the Black Magic a command. 'Eat'.
'nooo...' The Black Magic whispered scared.
Scared? If Ezekiel could move his face his eyebrows would've hit the stratosphere. Not only was his magic failing him but the Black Magic too? And It was scared of Harry Potter? Ezekiel needed to be calm and collected. He needed to thing some sort of plan, anything to get out of this situation.
NO? NO? YOU SAD EXCUSE OF A PARLOR TRICK DARE TO SAY NO TO ME!
Instead his wounded pride and ego took over. Over and over he'd command the Black Magic to act and every time the same response was given. No. It infuriated him to no end how something that was supposedly his, something that had come to a cost far to high was now refusing him. Worst of all Harry wasn't stopping but instead increasing his hold over him.
Him, Ezekiel Artemis Black.
Him, the Lord of The Ancient and Most Noble House Of Black.
The Queen's Black Hound.
Orion's Pride.
Hi
m, overpowered by a child?
No.
He refused to believe this.
No.
NO.
NO.
NO.
No.
'Maasssterrr' The Black Magic purred but Ezekiel had none of it.
"Shut your mouth you pathetic waste of magic." Ezekiel replied to the surprise of the Magic." I have no need for cowards." The Magic was speechless at this. Ever since Its creation It had always been useful for The Master. Generations had come and gone and yet none of them had ever spoken like that. They'd shower It with praise and love to the point It had gotten sick of this. But not this one, this one commanded It as the First Master had. It loved this Master, with all It had.
Ezekiel kept shaking and exhausting himself but eventually he was able to move. An inch. A small, sad inch but it did started flowing his magic, much to his delight. Delight because now that his magic was working again he'd be able to force the house, which was connected to the natural magic of the world. Tanks to the runes needed to keep the house Unplottable, he'd be able to use said magic to power himself. Let the world take most of the toll so he could snap Harry out of whatever this was.
It might've been minutes or hours, Ezekiel couldn't know but finally after much effort he was able to get one hand on Harry's shoulder.
"H-Haa-Haaarr" He tried to call him but making a sound was far more difficult now that his body wasn't fully his own. Ezekiel tightened his grip on Harry's shoulder to at least force him to look at him but that too didn't go as planned.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Harry screamed breaking the spell. No longer was Ezekiel caught into what felt like two different spells. Now he was being tossed around the spacious basement like a leaf caught by a tornado. This wasn't an analogy, Ezekiel had been indeed caught and tossed by a tornado once and this was exactly the same. Either something was very wrong with Harry or he was the most powerful wizard that had ever lived. For some reason Ezekiel feared it was both.
"EZEKIEL!" Harry suddenly screamed concerned.
At least he hadn't lost himself in his turmoil, Ezekiel thought as he finally stopped being tossed around. Unfortunately, the momentum hadn't died with the magic and he ended up hitting a wall head on.
After that there was only darkness
Waking up with no idea where he was wasn't new to Ezekiel. Waking up without any feeling from the neck down , was something hadn't happened before. The Black Magic usually took care of such things no matter how severe the injury. Speaking of which...
Nope, not a bip from it. Ezekiel did the only thing he could and opened his eyes. His vision was a blurry mess and his ears didn't seem to be working that well either.
He didn't think he was on his house anymore. The entire room seemed brown but truth be told so was his basement. It was the smell that didn't fit. His house was filled with magic. A magic tuned with his own. It was bizarre to explain, like explaining one's body odor. Still, it was clear to him that he wasn't at home, so where was he?
A sudden noise startled him but his neck didn't respond when he tried to look for it's cause. That was bad. He didn't have to wonder much what had caused as two small blurs approached him. One of the blurs, looking particularly grey leaned over him. The blur shifted for a while before it took something and started passing it near his eyes. Ezekiel tried to follow the movement but his lack of response from his body made it impossible. The grey blur shifted, seemingly speaking to the other blur. Ezekiel had a rough time making out the other blur's color so he decided to call him or her Spot. Blur appeared to be speaking to Spot and judging by the tone, Spot hadn't liked it and leaned over him. Whoever Spot was tried to speak to him but Ezekiel heard distorted noises.
Why on earth hadn't he healed yet? And most importantly, where the hell was the Black Magic? That living nightmare of his should've responded the very second he commanded it but right now it seemed like he was all alone in his mind. Figures that the only time he'd get what he wanted would be at the time he'd want it the least. Ignoring the fact that the powers that be were giving him yet again the finger, Ezekiel closed his eyes and began to focus his magic. Then he opened them again in shock when he found it missing. No, not missing. Sealed. A wizard needed magic almost as much as air. In fact, they needed it much more than air.
So how come he was alive?
Blur and Spot weren't of much help, he could hear their distorted voices rising as if they were arguing . It was giving him a headache and the frustration of his helplessness started to affect him. In his desperation he called forth the Black Magic one last time. This time he received an answer, a pained groan. Not the most hopeful sign but given his actual situation this was like finding a glass of hot water in the middle of the sahara. He kept trying to get an actual response from the magic but groans were all he got. He couldn't understand what was wrong. The Black Magic had devoured all sorts of magic before and it had done it with gusto. All this groaning and moaning were simply unheard of. Actually...he had heard something like this before. Once, when he was studying abroad, the whole Tonks family came to visit him on Halloween as a surprise. Ted and Andi had walked with them as he and Dora went around getting candy from a fair that Ilvermorny setup to celebrate the holiday. The next morning not even Dora could move because of the stomachache. Was this the same thing, did the Black Magic had indigestion? Could that even be possible?
He tried again and again but the response didn't change, just it's volume. It kept growing and growing to the point that he couldn't even hear his own thoughts. Blur and Spot seemed to notice something was wrong because they both approached him for what he thought was concern. He tried to warn them but it was in vain, his body stubbornly refused to listen to his commands. If only his magic worked. But it didn't. Now he was completely and utterly powerless to stop whatever was happening. He started to feel nauseous and sweaty. His body began swelling to the point that he couldn't even see anymore. Breathing became shallow and fast as the Black Magic went haywire inside of him and the swelling continued far beyond what could be considered healthy. Ezekiel panicked as he tried and fail to stop the Black Magic so instead he turned his attention towards his own. Concentration eluded him as the pain from the swelling along with the feeling of his epidermis ripping apart intensified. Yet it was thanks to this panic that his magic started acting out. The magic of a wizard or witch protects them from disease and reinforces the magic user natural healing ability. This allows the wizard-kin to live well past the ages a human body should or could. Right now Ezekiel was trying to reach his magic the same way his magic was trying to reach him, scratching the barrier that separated them.
"Come on, come on!" Ezekiel thought as he felt the cracks in the barrier but it was too slow. "Just a bit more, just a bit."
Ezekiel exploded. His body gave up to the pressure building from within, the flesh flew in all directions leaving him lying down where his body was resting. The skin passed it's limit as muscles over grew their capacity and exploded. Bones dislocated and were expelled as shrapnel along with his body fluids. In the end, between the few seconds that took the eruption and its end, Ezekiel would be splattered around the room.
He was gone.
It was the only thing Andromeda could think as she wiped the blood of her eyes. Ezekiel was gone. No, this couldn't be possible. Not him. Not her little boy. This wasn't possible.
She flinched as she felt a hand around one her shoulder. She tried to turn but her eyes were glued to the spot were Ezekiel was before he had been replaced by that... thing. That eyeless, jawless, bursted carcass, leaking fluids. She was forced to turn away as she was yanked by Healer Cohen.
"Miss Tonks!" She screamed at her. "Can you hear me?"
"Yes, yes I hear you." She managed to whisper.
"We need to take you to another room for injuries."
"B-but what about Ezekiel?"
"He's dead." Cohen replied as she gestured at the room. "His magic had an adverse reaction to whatever it was that affected him and well, look around."
"No, that...that can't be it." Andromeda shook her head. "It was just an issue with his core, you saw it yourself."
"I'd rather not remember what I shaw, Miss Tonks." Cohen shuddered at the memory. "Whatever it was gave him an adverse reaction, it grew before we could analyze what it was. Come with me please, we need to check if you're injured."
"I'm fine."
"Miss Tonks, you're in shock. We both need to be checked in case some of the body's bones..."
"Ezekiel!" Andromeda shouted angry. "His name is Ezekiel and if you had done your job none of this would've happened."
"Miss Tonks, Andromeda." Cohen replied patiently as she tried to clean some of the meat that had fallen on her. "There was nothing that you, me or anybody else could've done."
"Bullshit!"
"You know as well as I do." Cohen continued. "Ezekiel Black was impossible to treat for even the smallest injuries. Any medication that could possibly be used would be rendered ineffective and poisonous. Something like this was a death sentence from the beginning. At least it didn't prolong itself before he expired."
"Expired!?" Andromeda replied shocked. "He exploded! WE are covered in his internal organs, in his blood!"
"I know and some of his internal organs or his bones might've hit us. We need to get checked before the adrenaline runs off."
"Go fu..!" Andromeda screamed before Cohen hit her with a stunner.
The Healer looked at her former patient with a mix of sadness and relief before levitating the unconscious Andromeda out of the room. Perhaps, she though, this was for the best. Something had been very wrong with the late Lord Black. A wizard's core was a reflection of who they were. They were, at least when the Healers checked them, round and colourful as a rainbow. Some even said that had their own tune, unique to every living creature. An ode to life, it's beauty and magic. Ezekiel Black's core was a wailing, mangled and terrifying sight. A white shaped diamond, rotating on itself and exuding the darkest fog she had ever seen. Cohen had been a Healer for over thirty years and she had never seen or heard of such a case. Not even in school, where they showed the old healing ways, was this sort of thing even considered. She hadn't let it show but as she examined she found that the core wasn't originally shaped like that. It had been cut. She couldn't fathom how something like that could happen to a human being or how he could even be alive. Cohen didn't knew and quite frankly didn't wanted to know if Ezekiel Black had done such a thing to himself willingly. At least with him dead she wouldn't have to ask, she told herself as she reached towards the door.
Bum.
Cohen turned around surprised but the sound had already faded. She inspected the room in case something had fallen over but everything was exactly as before. Cohen shook her head and told herself that it was the stress of the situation. Clearly, she was imagining things, she thought. As she reached the handle she stopped on her tracks and listened closely but the room remained in silence. Nodding to herself she and the unconscious Tonks swiftly left the room.
It was all in her head, Cohen kept repeating to herself. All in her head.
Andromeda entered her house the next morning. She had received a full checkup and a calming potion before being escorted to her house. The sun had begun rising, showering the neighbourhood in it's golden light as the birds sang their songs. A calm breeze gently touched her as she looked around. In any given day such a sight would've warmed her heart but today she couldn't feel a thing. She couldn't even cry.
"Andi?" Ted's voice woke her from her stupor as her husband approached her. "There you are, we've been waiting for you all night! Let's get inside. How's Ezekiel, was it bad?"
How could she answer that? How could she say that the boy they had raised and loved as their own was no more?
"Andi? Please talk to me, you're scaring me. Is everything alright?"
"Ted." Andromeda looked at her husband's eyes. "Let's get inside."
"Okay."
They entered their home in silence and she could see Nymphadora lying on the couch. Andromeda's eyes filled with tears and she finally broke down hugging Ted, who hugged her back concerned.
"Wha-Mum?" Dora asked groggy as the noise woke her up. "What happened, where's Zeke?"
Andromeda sniffed as she readied herself. "Nymphadora, please sit."
"Why what happened to Zeke? He's usually all healed up after getting hit."
"Dora, please." Ted said. "Let your mother talk."
"Is Harry up yet?" Andromeda asked but Ted shook his head. "Good, let him sleep. We'll figure out the way to tell him later."
"Tell him what, Mum? You're scaring me."
"Nymphadora, Ted." Andromeda took a big breath before continuing. "Ezekiel didn't make it."
"WHAT?" Dora screamed.
"No..." Ted covered his hand with his mouth.
"Mum that's impossible, Harry just threw him around a bit!"
"Nymphadora please lower your voice." Andromeda begged. "Harry doesn't need to know this right now."
"Andi, are you sure?" Ted asked. "I've seen him get shot and he healed very quickly. Dora said he was breathing when she called you to his house."
"There were some...complications." Andromeda replied. "Harry's magic did something to him and we couldn't give him any medicine. He..he didn't suffer." She lied. "He was sleeping peacefully when it happened."
"Complications?" Dora asked confused. "What kind of complications?"
"Healer Cohen checked his core and said that somehow Harry managed to seal it up. There was nothing we could do."
Suddenly footsteps could be heard on the upper floor accompanied by the sound of a door slamming shut.
"Harry was awake?" Andromeda asked mortified.
"He was when I checked." Ted said unsure.
"Fuck. Harry!" Dora called as she ran upstairs. "Harry, please open the door!"
Andromeda tried to follow her but Ted grabbed her arm. Looking at her husband confused, Ted signaled her to be silent as he guided her to the kitchen.
"Ted, we need to go with Harry."
"We will, but I need you to be honest with me. What happened to Ezekiel?"
"I told you."
"Andi, those aren't the same clothes you had yesterday. What happened?"
"It's...not right now, please. I can't really..."
"Please, Andromeda. I can see something's wrong." Ted took her hands into his own. "Whatever it is, you don't need to go through it alone."
"I know." She smiled at him. "It's just...different that when I was at work. I still don't believe it myself."
"HARRY OPEN THE DOOR!" Dora's voice thundered.
"Ted, please be honest." Andromeda said looking to where Harry should be. "What's going to happen to Harry? Without Ezekiel Dumbledore can ask to have him sent to his uncle's again."
"I don't know, love. I don't know."
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Ezekiel was standing on a field of bodies as an evil angel. This time there were no screams or crying. This time there was only death. Man, woman and children of all ages and races laid on the floor.
Dead.
Rich, poor and everything in between was awaiting to feed crows that Ezekiel knew would never come. This people had been corrupted, tainted forever. Their bodies had no place in the natural order anymore.
Ezekiel started walking aimlessly, caring not to step on anyone.
"Could we get this over already?" Ezekiel asked to the air. "I've got a small kid back home that's probably scared shitless. Hello?" His only response was the indifference of the universe. "I've been here before, you know that right? I've seen each and every one of this people die. It's still horrible, in case you're wondering. Come on, I gave Harry my word. You don't want to make a Lord of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black to lose his honor, don't you?"
Still, no response.
"Could we fucking get this over?" Ezekiel asked impatiently. "This is starting to... oh, okay. I get it, wait for something that will never come. Clever, making me torture myself. Bravo." Ezekiel clapped slowly. "Now how about skipping to the part where you remind me of how much better this world will be without me in it? You know you want to."
Still, nothing.
"I'm not stepping onto the corpses of this people. Even if it's all inside my head. Hello? Whatever the hell thing that doesn't let me sleep? Hellooo. This is ridiculous. I'm starting to feel a little bit insulted here. Is there a manager that I can talk to? Ugh, come on..."
Ezekiel continued ranting as he advanced towards the unknown. His feet began hurting but he kept walking. His throat became coarse but he didn't stopped talking. Finally, annoyed, Ezekiel stopped on his tracks.
"Could we get this over for fucks sake! We've been through this already, it's not even funny anymore. At best is like a chore."
This time, the universe did respond. A sudden gust of wind forced him to close his eyes. By the time he'd opened them again the entire field had been wiped out. Ezekiel sighted with relief as he turned around only to find found four bodies lying around. Ted, Andi, Dora and Harry or at least their corpses laid at equal distance from each other but that wasn't what stopped Ezekiel. In front of Ezekiel, looking just as she had the last time he saw her. She was a tall woman of white skin; and long, thick, shiny dark hair. Her face had a strong jaw, thin lips, and heavily-lidded eyes with long eyelashes wearing a black dress with the dignity of a Queen. Bellatrix Lestrange stoo on front of Ezekiel, watched him with a smile on her face.
"Hello, little bird. Did you miss me?" Bellatrix asked sweetly.
"I haven't thought of you in years."
"And yet here I am, little bird. Why do you think that is?"
"Kudos for remembering that stupid nickname." Ezekiel smile tensed. "But I was never scared of her."
"Oh, little bird you wound me." Bellatrix replied mockingly.
"Bellatrix had issues, but she'd never hurt a member of the House of Black."
"And neither would you, little bird." Bellatrix saw him tense up and continued. "So good to have something in common, no?"
"I am nothing like her." Ezekiel said more forcefully than intended.
"No, unlike you I kept my promise to the Dark Lord. You only brought misery to all that surrounded you."
"Go to hell."
"She's right." Harry's voice sounded as his corpse raised. "You said you'd protect me, but you hurt me. You used it on me twice, that black magic. You never cared for me."
"Fuck off. I care about Harry."
"Then why did you hurt me?" Harry's corpse said as it rised up until he was seated. "Why did you use that magic on me?"
"Poor thing." Bellatrix said as she sat behind the corpse and hugged Harry. "It's okay now, shh. Aunty Bella will keep you safe from the bad man."
"Oh, please." Ezekiel scoffed. "Harry is fine. He took the Black Magic head on and survived for heaven's sake. Twice."
"Is that true, Harry? Did the little bird used the Darkest Magic on you? Oh, poor, poor thing." Bellatrix embrace tightened around Harry as she pressed her cheek against his. "And what did that awful thing did to you?"
"It did nothing." Ezekiel answered impatiently. "He was fine."
"Yes, of course he was fine." Bellatrix nodded, rubbing her her cheek with Harry. "Because nothing happens to little children that behave and love conquers all!"
"He's always been like that." Ted's corpse said as he sat up as well. "It's fine, Ted. Nothing happened, Ted." The corpse mocked him. "Do you even care about what your actions might mean for us? Do you even know the dangers we faced every day just by talking to you?"
"Well, did you?" Bellatrix asked tossing aside Harry's corpse and walking towards Ted. "I mean, I know I wouldn't. Filthy mudblood." Bellatrix spatted Ted. "Must be a beast in the sack, I mean really fuck Andi's brains out to leave her family for this."
"Shut your filthy mouth, you third rate trick. I always knew the consequences of my actions. Always."
"And you did it anyway." Dora replied as she rose. "A worst crime on itself."
"Ohhh, even the little mistake is talking now..." Bellatrix covered her mouth with anticipation. "If only I had popcorn!"
"You always say that you want to prove people that you're not evil. That you're different, decent." Dora continued."But you don't care about decency, about what's good for the people. That's why you don't care about the rules, that's why you don't care who you hurt. That's why you'll be the one that kills us all."
"That's not true! I've never done anything to put any of you in danger. You're the only thing that matters to me. There's nothing I wouldn't do to keep you all safe."
"Then leave."
Ezekiel's eyes widened as he turned to the new voice. Andromeda was already sitting on the field without him noticing. Ezekiel froze under her disgusted gaze unable to reply.
"Everywhere you go, people will try to hurt you. To hurt us. If you really love us, if you really care about us, why don't you just leave? We'll be fine."
"Enough."
"Did that hit a nerve, little bird?" Bellatrix mocked him.
"I. Said. Enough."
"But it's true. Isn't it sister?" Bellatrix approached her twin.
"It is." Andromeda replied. "We just want to live like normal people. Don't we deserve to be happy? Just...leave."
"Andi..."
"You don't get to call her that." Dora said angry as she rose to her feet. "Only people that love her can call her that. You don't love her, you don't love any of us."
"No. That's not true."
"You're just selfish." Ted said as he rose as well. "After all this time you're still that selfish brat that popped up our door."
"I should've kicked you out." Andromeda said as her sister helped her up. "To die on the streets like the scum you are. You're no better than your father, you're just like Orion was."
"Shut up."
"Look at you, trying to deny the truth." Bellatrix mused. "Little bird, little bird, you need to face the facts. You're ruining their lives. You've already ruined their lives and now you're dragging them down with you. You need to let them go."
"Yes, go away."
"Stop."
"Leave us alone."
"Enough."
"Stop hurting us."
"ENOUGH."
"Just die."
"ENOUGH" Ezekiel roared. A sudden wave of magic cleared the area leaving only him and Bellatrix. He covered the distance between them in a dash an grabbed her by the neck. "DO YOU THINK YOU CAN TRICK ME? ME?!"
"Uhhh, somebody's angry."
"YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?"
"Well..." Bellatrix replied normally. "You're the one that thinks strangling a mind construct will stop me from speaking. So... yes. Your desperations is hilarious, Ezekiel"
"You really are pathetic."
"I'm not the one grabbing a throat that doesn't exist."
"No, you aren't." Ezekiel continued calmly. "You're scared."
"Now you're delusional."
"No, I'm right. Aren't I? You know what I plan to do. You know that this, you and me, have our days numbered. That there'd be none after me for you. You just thought you'll have more time to change my mind."
"Pfff."
"But then Harry came and did this to me." Ezekiel ignored Bellatrix and let her go. No, It wasn't Bellatrix. "To us. And you got scared because you need me."
"I don't need anything."
"Except my magic to act as a catalyst for you to manifest into the real world. That's why I can't die, isn't it? That's why no matter how many times I leave this world you keep pulling me back. You use my magic, you take advantage of the fact that I'm no longer conscious and pull myself together. Except Harry didn't let you, he blocked me. That's why you're trying to do this. You want to scare me, to make me leave my family because if Harry does something like this again you might not be so lucky. Death scares you because you're not alive, not really. I might have something waiting for me in the great beyond but you? You're just magic. You'll just disappear. And that scares you"
"I fear NOTHING."
"Right, keep telling yourself that." Ezekiel snorted. "I've had enough of your little tricks, bring me back. Now."
"To what?" The construct replied exasperated. "To a life of servitude? To bow to the Queen Squib? Think Ezekiel, THINK! I can destroy your bows, I can wipe your enemies. You just need to say yes, just let go."
"What on earth are you talking about?"
"Let me in." Bellatrix stood in front of him. "Give me an hour, one hour and I'll give you fame and power beyond what you've heard in legends."
"Me, give you control?" Ezekiel chuckled.
"I'll remove all the obstacles in your way. Please, I just want to make you happy. If you want I'll spare those worms."
Ezekiel hand shot to the fake's throat. This time it did shut up.
"Shut. Up. The fake Bellatrix's eyes widened it heard Ezekiel's voice dripping with power. IT's power. "They are under MY protection. None shall touch them unless I wish for it."
"There it is, there is the Dark Lord that you can be. If only you'd let me."
"You don't get it do you? I am not Dark. I am not Light. I am not Grey. I am only Black. And you are mine." Ezekiel replied as he released the construct's throat. "Today, I make no demands, no threats! But, one day, I shall voice demands - and you shall obey them."
The construct eyed Ezekiel surprised before launching herself at him, capturing his lips with hers hungrily. Ezekiel struggled not to fall as the construct embraced him and grinded herself onto him. Her tongue invaded his mouth as her arms around his neck tightened them together. When Ezekiel finally managed to release himself from her embrace, the constructs eyes were replaced with his own.
"Yes, master..." The Black Magic purred before everything was engulfed in darkness.
Everything was Black
I don't own Harry Potter, all characters except OC belong to J. K. Rowling.