Chapter 20
"What was that you were talking about earlier Moony?" says Sirius as he and Remus reach their rooms in Hogwarts.
"Oh… That… ummm… well… I… it's nothing that…" stammers Remus.
"OUT WITH IT MOONY!!" yells Sirius getting annoyed as he makes some stone statues float around so he doesn't accidentally make a whole wall tear out.
"Fine. I was flipping through a book on Amulets I bought when I found out the students were going to be working with them and I noticed an interesting amulet two people who have performed the Alma Transfer could share. It would come out of the mold like two pieces of a body. Anyway, what it does is it takes the transferred Alma and the transferor states simply Alma with his/her wand in the mold and the other one states Alma tu y mia. It will give the transferor a bit of the transferee's Alma and even out the Alma inside of the original transferee and the original transferor and it evens out their balance together. It also makes each unsusceptible to changes of their feelings. So long as they are both wearing their amulet. But as I said I don't think Alexander has enough strength in him at the moment. And we still need to find a way to reverse the effects of whatever it is that Voldemort did because if their souls switch and 'harmonize' while they are in that state it might be enough to turn them totally evil." Says Remus. "Are you happy now?"
Sirius stands there looking stupid as the statues he was floating fall to the ground smashing into pieces. "I never knew you were such a bookworm."
Remus makes the wooden leg of a chair hit Sirius in the butt. "Ha."
"HEY! How are we going to reverse it though?" says Sirius.
"I don't know we should ask Falcore and the others." Says Remus. "That Falcore always seems to know about things. I wonder…"
Rosalyn sat looking out of the observation window of Alexander's ICU room. She watched the magi-medi-nurses bustling to and fro about the ward. She turned back and stared at the sleeping Alexander dreamily for five minutes until she realizes he was staring back smiling.
"Oh good afternoon, dear. How are you feeling?" says Rosalyn.
"Better. Weak still, but better. You?" says Alexander.
"Oh… Me? I…I'm fine. You're the one who 'shot' himself." She says giving him a look at the last part.
"Well, I was just wondering. You look different somehow to me. What is it? Did you change something about yourself?" he asks.
"N…no. Not m…m…me." Says Rosalyn looking around shiftily and covering her nose.
"Rosalyn Elise Furr, don't hide it from me I could feel the changes in myself too remember. I know my eyes are somewhat snakelike and I know yours are too." Says Alexander looking mad, worried, and afraid all at once. "Don't shut yourself away from me again Rosalyn. I couldn't stand it if you did. We are soul mates. If you shut yourself out I'll still know what happens. I might try this again maybe more successfully with the killing curse."
Alexander looks straight into Rosalyn's eyes and he has a forlorn, distant look. Rosalyn bites her lower lip and stares back fear and sadness in her eyes. "No. Don't do that ever again. We will work through it… please… never do that again. I wouldn't be able to handle it and I'd probably do the same." She says deadly quiet with a sort of rugged determination in her eyes.
She blinks and begins to cry silently. Alexander sits up and she goes over to cry on his shoulder. "Shh. It's all right. Don't cry honey we'll find a way to beat this." He says softly while gently stroking her hair.
"Ha, ha, ha. How sweet." Says a drawling voice from the doorway followed by laughs. "You remember what Voldemort told us to do, so come on, let's do it."
"Draco?" Gasps Rosalyn. "Oh no… NO I WON'T GO!!"
The 6 Death Eaters were grabbing Rosalyn wherever they could get a fistful of robe and are trying to drag her out so they can Apparate away with her.
"LET, HER, GO, NOW!!!!" Alexander yells evenly, annunciating each syllable rising to his feet and drawing his wand pointing it level with Draco's heart. He pulls Draco over in a chin lock keeping the wand at Draco's heart. "If you like him alive let her go."
"And what if we don't?" says a big, bulky one.
"KINZOKAMRA!" he yells and Draco starts shaking and convulsing with pain.
Draco's eyes roll around in his head and he falls slack in Alexander's firm grasp. "More of the same to all of you." he says with a deadly tone waving his wand out at them all. "One more step to the door and you all will, feel, my, pain."
Alexander throws Draco's unconscious form down at his feet making him appear to be kissing them and he kicks him. He takes a step towards them and snatches Rosalyn out of their grasp. He places her behind him, puts up a shield with his wand, and steps forward again two feet from the attackers. His eyes blaze red-brown as he prepares to fight if he must.
Something 'possesses' him at the moment he lets his temper flare though and his eyes turn totally like Voldemort's and the Death Eaters cower as he sends the curse from earlier at the bulky one who spoke. He turns on the others saying 'Avada Ked…' as the group got the unconscious two and Disapparate away with them. He turns back to normal and then breaks down collapsing on the bed.
He cries silently as he mumbles out loud to himself. "I can't believe it I almost killed someone in cold blood… sure it's a Death Eater but still, I've never done anything like that before."
"Rosalyn," he says looking up at her scared and determined "We've got to find a way to counter this change if we don't I could… I…I could…d…d become th…the next V…V…Voldemort. And you as… as… m…my Queen." Alexander finishes looking like an innocent child just released out into the world after having lived perfectly for years. The fear in his eyes and ruggedness in his voice also prove this. "I, will, not, lose, you, again."
Alexander grabs her around the shoulders and envelops her in a hug. They stay like that for a while until Alexander lays down asleep after putting a sleeping Rosalyn into her cot and a ward against people with the dark mark from getting through if they are still loyal to it's creator and/or cause.
A door creaked open unceremoniously breaking Falcore and Andre's quiet relaxation. Falcore sighed quietly and turned to the door. Andre did the same as he covered himself with his sheet, incase it was a woman, as he was only half dressed. He noticed the two figures were not women so he laid back onto his bed, relaxing.
"Hello Falcore. My friend Remus here has had a revelation about what we could do to help Rosalyn and Alexander, but we have to…" says Sirius.
"Purge their souls of the evil Voldemort put in them." Falcore says finishing with Sirius. "We know. We know. We just aren't sure of how. We think it might be purged through the amulet one they are strong enough to create it by saying Alma Purgo Scelus Sceleris at the exact same time right as the mold is filling. If they get it right as soon as they put on the amulet their eyes will roll and a bright gold-white light will enter there bodies joining the Almas and purging the evil from them otherwise their eyes will just roll and come back red and snakelike."
Falcore bites his bottom lip gently as he finishes the line. "We have of course tried to find other ways none will work out. None. I am going to St. Mungo's tomorrow as is Andre since we have no classes then. Would you care to come and bring that amulet mold you've been storing away since Diagon Alley, Remus. Don't wonder how I know. Haven't you figured out whose heir I am by now?"
Remus examines him looking over his time, experience, and 'weather' worn features. It suddenly hits him when he looks at his face and at the staff... "Merlin's beard… you're Merlin's heir. There is the staff. So that's why you always know everything. You remind me a… little… bit… of… DUMBLEDORE! Is he an Heir of Merlin too?"
"Took you long enough. Hermione has known for two weeks, but she is quite a bookworm. Yes, Dumbledore is an heir as well. Don't tell him you know though he'd kill me. So are you coming and bringing the mold?" answers Falcore.
"Sure we'll come. Goodnight." Remus says as he and Sirius turn and leave.
Drake is sitting up at the window in the Gryffindor 5th year boys dorm. He is licking his bottom lip deep in though as the others sleep. He can't help but notice the clouds that have started to circle around Hogsmeade and Howarts. He knows something is out of place.
He gets up from the window and shakes Harry awake keeping one hand over his mouth. Harry tries to scream but cant and notices its only Drake.
"Meet me in the common room go on." Drake whispers.
Harry gets and leaves quietly. "Get Hermione." Drake whispers to him as Harry pulls a silvery cloak from his trunk and leaves.
"Hey Ronnie." Drake whispers right at his ear with his hand on Ron's mouth and Ron shoots up awake. HE looks at Drake and gets mad but Drake just drags him out and to the common room.
Harry and Hermione are sitting by the fire as Drake comes up with Ron. "Harry, Ron, Hermione. I hear that you are quite the trio against Voldemort and the like." Says Drake putting Ron beside them. "Is it true?"
"Is it true? Hmmm. I only face him and win almost every year for four years now. Or I at least escape with my life if I don't win." Says Harry adding the last part as he remembers the Tri-Wizard Tournament.
"Good. Then you will be well able to ---- take part in this ---- order." Says Drake choosing his words carefully. "You Harry Potter, son of James Potter, have been chose, as the Heir of Gryffindor, to join The Order Of The P & F."
"P & F? What?" says Harry.
"You find out only if you join." Says Drake.
"Hmmm. Ok. I'm in. Anything to stop Voldemort." Says Harry.
"OK. Me too." Says Ron.
"I'm in if they are." Says Hermione.
"Great. Lift your right sleeve." Says Drake and they do so.
A bright light hits each of their forearms. It lingers for a moment and then it disappears. When it leaves a mark is left. It is a Phoenix and a Falcon meeting in flight. Their tail feathers meet F on the falcon's and P on the phoenix's. Above it in Phoenix Tear like letters are the words 'The Order' below the tail feathers near the wrist are the words 'Sworn against evil in the fight of dark and light'. They almost circle up to the words 'The Order'.
"There. You are officially members of The Order." Says Drake.
They suddenly realize he looks and sounds more older than before. "You.. you… you're older." Stammers Hermione.
"Damn! It wore off already." Drake says as he pulls a vial from a hip flask and gulps some of it down. He instantly turns back to fifteen. "Tell no one you know I'm not 15. It will have consequences."
Drake turns and walks up to the dorms and Harry and Ron follow him. Hermione heads up to her dorms and falls asleep.
"Remember tell no one." Drake whispers sort of loudly as he falls into a deep dreamless slumber.