Chapter 8
The Mundi Curse
A/N: This is kinda a short and boring chapter but very important! I promise the next one will be more exciting.
Harry couldn't sleep that night. How was he supposed to, he thought, with the battle that would determine the fate of the world raging less than a mile above him and the love of his life possibly dead?
No, he reasoned with himself. Voldemort is holding her hostage. She's his bait. If he kills her he knows I won't come. She's still alive. If only he felt that confident.
"Ok, there's no way I'm gonna get any sleep tonight." Harry climbed out of bed and crept over to the bookshelves. There was not another soul in awake.
"Luminos," he muttered, illuminating the various books available to him.
"Let's see…Charms, Volume Three…Hogwarts, a History…Basic Spells for the new Witch or Wizard…Advanced Divination…wow don't these sound fun." With a disgusted face Harry reached for Transfiguration, Level 6 on the bottom shelf.
The book seemed to be rooted to the shelf. He yanked at it from every angle until he gave up and sat down on the floor in a huff.
"Stupid freakin book," he mumbled, glaring at it. He reached over shoved it backwards.
"What the fuck…" The book slid silently aside as if on a track, revealing a dusty scroll that looked a thousand years old. Afraid that a single touch would make it fall apart Harry gingerly picked it up between two fingers and unrolled it on a coffee table. It was small, only about a foot across, but it was covered in rows upon rows of pictures.
"Egyptian, huh?" Harry surmised. He quickly glanced around to be sure that no one was watching. Everyone lay sound asleep in their beds.
"Ok, now, a translating spell…how the hell do you do that?" Harry spent the next few minutes leafing through Transfiguration, Level 6 until he found a spell that seemed adequate.
"Ok, let's do this!" He said, rubbing his hands together. Picking up his wand he recited from the book:
"Iniciota,
Incantan,
Egyptian to English,
Romatan"
With a final flick of his wand he watched in fascination as the pictures on the parchment swirled into a large puddle of ink and then, as if guided by a pen, scribbled lines of English cursive across the page.
When it finished Harry bent over the scroll and scanned it.
"Catachnati Curse…Ilumni Hex…Enchantment of Death…Esciblent Bewitchment…Mundi Curse…bloody hell, these are ancient curses! Must've been lost over the years…" his voice trailed off as he read in depth some of the curse desriptions.
"Wicked…the Escibilent Bewitchment can paralyze a person-and there's no counter-curse!" He scanned the rest, then gasped as he came to the Mundi Curse.
"This curse is the most powerful piece of magic ever created," he read aloud. "It was made by the God Anubis in case there came such a time when evil was to take over the world. Well, speak of the devil!" Harry read on, intrigued.
"This curse will annihilate the soul it is personalized for and will destroy and possibility of their resurrection. The last line can be added to destroy their allies as well."
Harry didn't move a muscle, didn't breathe or even think for the next full minute. This was how he would kill Voldemort. He would completely, utterly remove him from the world. Totally gone. He glanced back down at the scroll and saw something written in very tiny print:
"Warning: There is a 99.9% chance that the person who performs the Mundi Curse will vanish along with the soul it is aimed at. WHAT!!!!" Several people stirred in bed and Harry inwardly yelled at himself. He would have to take that chance. He had to do this. He had destroyed Voldemort once and he was going to do it again.
He folded the scroll into a small square and shoved it into his robe pocket, then walked over to Ron's bed.
"Ron," he whispered, shaking his friend hard.
"Huh? Harry? What…"
"Ron, get up. We're gonna save the world."