Author's note: Hi! This chapter is to show what everyone is doing in the year 1980, before I move on to that day with Harry and Voldemort.
"Men are driven by two principal impulses, either by love or by fear."
The purpose Chapter 66 Search and Control
August 5th, 1980
Albus made his way to his brother's tavern, thinking about the long and stressful night he just had. Trusting Severus Snape had been a real challenge and had taken all his self-control. After he had been convinced not to harm him, he had listened, and had dared to give him a chance to redeem himself.
And so, Severus was now a spy. His spy, and he had to tread carefully.
What concerned him even more was what Severus had told him of the day he revealed the prophecy. Seth had been there, in April, while he thought he had been in New York. He had also learned the death of several of the Black family and how the funerals had been made on his island.
He had been even more surprised when he saw that Sirius was not the main Black heir, and that the Wizengamot seats the Black had, were frozen. Sirius had then said that Ruma Vulken was his adopted sister, and also the godmother of his nephew, named Regulus. They could not know where Ruma now resided or where the baby was.
The thing is, he was again looking for a DADA teacher, and the appointment he was going to was set long before Severus had seen him the day before, and he had told him that Ruma was not a deatheater and he had not even seen her since the day she had left the school after her 6th year.
Her recommendations were perfect, signed by all the board of governors, and led by Lucius evidently. He had looked into what she did for the last four years, and she had acquired a master in Runes, in Healing, and in Enchantments. In her time at Hogwarts, she had always been the best of her year, and he could not overlook her skills and prowess he had witnessed himself.
It still remained the Headmaster's decision.
He had received a letter written by Seth, with only one sentence, and he did not know what to make of it.
Headmaster Dumbledore,
Ruma shall amend to her past mistakes, and it begins with you.
Seth Vulken
What did Seth mean by her past mistakes? Was this about all the deals and the influence she gained and had pushed them towards Voldemort? He had stopped in front of the tavern's door and sighed before entering.
Ruma was sitting casually with a glass of red wine in front of her. She was exchanging some words with his brother.
''I actually went to a muggle university, in medicine.'' Said Ruma. ''Oh, hello professor.'' She added, standing up and made a curt nod.
''Good day, Ruma.'' Said Albus, closing the door behind him.
''Erm, should I sit here, or are we going elsewhere?'' Asked Ruma.
Albus looked at his brother who nodded.
''You can tell me all about it afterwards with another drink, Mrs. Vulken.'' Said Aberforth.
''Sure.'' Answered Ruma.
''Let's move downstairs.'' Said Albus.
''Okay.'' She answered before following the Headmaster.
Albus placed a file on a table and sat down. Ruma looked around curiously, seeing a portrait of a young woman on the wall before she sat down in front of Albus.
''Is that Ariana Dumbledore?'' Wondered Ruma.
Albus glanced briefly at the portrait before nodding. He almost forgot with whom Ruma had passed some time with.
''What do you know?'' Asked Albus as he crossed fingers and placed them in front of his mouth, elbows on table.
Ruma looked down for a moment then shook her head.
''Never mind… We should, perhaps, do what we are here for, sir.'' Said Ruma.
Albus leaned back and opened the file. He gestured towards it.
''Everything here says I should hire you. The thing is, this is not about skills, but more about the safety of my students.'' Said Albus with a serious tone.
He grabbed the first paper of the file and turned it around so Ruma could see it. She read the paper and swallowed hard.
''I wonder what past mistakes he is talking about.'' Wondered Albus. ''Perhaps you could enlighten me, Mrs. Vulken.''
A moment passed, where Ruma could not think about what to say.
''Look, I know what you did at Hogwarts behind my back, or so you thought…'' Began Albus.
''It has nothing to do about what I did at Hogwarts, sir.'' She interrupted. ''It was always for my personal gain and my protection. I was a muggleborn in a snake's nest, and no one was ever hurt from any of my doings.'' Said Ruma with a colder voice.
''Are you sure about that? Young minds going to Voldemort, you think they have not been hurt? That families weren't torn apart by decisions you made?'' Replied Albus with the same tone.
Ruma looked at the letter Seth had written again and now understood what he had meant. It was not about Gellert killing children, not yet.
''He… wants me to rectify what I did, to prevent that from happening again.'' She said quietly.
Albus frowned.
''Why would Seth go against Voldemort?'' Asked Albus.
Ruma stared at Albus for a moment before answering.
''I'm sure he had asked you the same thing concerning Grindelwald.'' Said Ruma.
Dumbledore blinked.
''How can I be sure innocents won't be harmed this time?'' Asked Albus, the same one he had asked Seth.
''You do know I have never worked for Voldemort intentionally before, and that nothing would please me more than seeing him gone?'' Said Ruma.
Dumbledore said nothing and stared at her. The sound of a fly could be heard in the room.
''No, I did not know that. Why did you apply for a job at Hogwarts?'' Asked Albus.
''I… to teach, what else?'' Replied hesitantly Ruma.
Albus shook his head.
''No. You have been forced to, and I still don't know why. You have proven to me a few times already that you are not Voldemort's follower, and one of them is saying his name. If you want to teach at Hogwarts, even if everyone pressures me into it, you will have to tell me a good reason, Mrs. Vulken.'' Said Dumbledore.
Ruma looked away, then at her hands.
''If I tell you why, you will not forgive what happened. Know that I will do everything I can to make a difference in the student's lives… a good one, and prove to you, that you can trust someone like me.'' Said Ruma.
Albus sighed and thought hard about what she had said. He only saw one thing possible.
''You will be the defense against the dark arts teacher. I'm sure you know it's reputation, hmm?'' Asked the Headmaster.
Ruma scoffed and shook her head.
''You want me gone by the end of the year, then. I thought something like that could happen, so I will ask two things then, since you know I don't even need a salary. One, rename the class Magical defense and two, I want the room over the Hufflepuff sanctuary on the third floor as my classroom.'' Said Ruma.
That room was over several hidden other rooms that had nothing in them. She believed it had been meant for practise rooms. Albus raised an eyebrow at the requests and closed the file in front of him before standing up.
''First of September, Mrs. Vulken.'' Said Albus as farewell, waving the file away with a swish of his wand.
She watched the Headmaster go back upstairs, and looked at Ariana's portrait, who was smiling at her.
''You think I should have told him about what happened when you died?'' Asked Ruma.
''He would not have believed you.'' Said the softest voice Ruma had ever heard.
Ruma sighed.
''I'll go finish my wine with Aberforth, I guess. He is more fun to be with than fifteen seconds with his brother.'' Deduced Ruma.
OoOoO
November 15th, 1980
Malfoy Manor
''She placed a muffin on my desk, in my room!'' Snapped Severus before downing another glass of Firewhiskey, his third one.
''What kind?'' Chuckled Lucius.
''What does it matter what kind, what is she trying to do, poison me?'' Scoffed Severus.
''Why, you checked it?'' Asked Lucius.
Severus grunted as he asked for another glass of Firewhiskey, where Dobby executed himself.
''She has those… those green eyes.'' Mumbled Severus.
''Reminds you of someone.'' Said Lucius with a raised eyebrow.
Severus sighed and leaned back on the sofa.
''Can't things get anymore complicated? Do you know anything?'' Asked Severus.
''More or less. I was asked to recommend her as a teacher by Seth just like I was asked the same for you by the Dark Lord. Is that what you asked?'' Asked Lucius.
Severus stayed silent for a moment.
''What is that supposed to mean? Does the Dark Lord know? Something is bound to happen to her at the end of the year.'' Mumbles Severus.
''Hn. Of course, he knows. When I told him what she had modified to the class… he… laughed.'' Said Lucius.
''Laughed?'' Asked Severus in disbelief.
''Laughed.'' Repeated Lucius. ''As for what the Dark Lord has asked you, I do not think Ruma is part of it. She is dedicated to Seth, and I do not know what Seth and the Dark Lord speak about.'' He added.
''Every week-end she just goes to see her godson, Regulus Black's son, and each time she would have for herself, she spends it in the library.'' Informed Severus.
''How she spends her time interesses you?'' Asked Lucius.
''NO… I… ugh.'' Scoffed the potion master as he placed a hand to his forehead. ''Perhaps.'' He added softly.
''Even for a muggleborn, she must be quite powerful… did you know it was her who almost crippled Bellatrix back in April?'' Asked Lucius.
Severus looked at him with confusion.
''What? That wound took her several weeks to heal, combined with the Dark Lord's spells and my own potions!'' Said Severus.
''You seem to forget with whom Ruma has passed most of her lifetime with, my dear friend.'' Reminded Lucius.
Severus opened his mouth, then closed it. They stayed there in silence, drinking their alcohol and listening the crackling fire.
''Blueberries.'' Said Severus.
''What?'' Asked Lucius.
''I had my favorite muffin for breakfast this morning, and they don't make those at Hogwarts.'' Said Severus.
Lucius laughed softly.
OoOoO
November 26th, 1980
Somewhere in the Yukon
''You see this?'' Asked Seth to Gaspard.
Seth pointed at the residual old magic on the snow. They had been searching for anything magical elsewhere in the world in hope of either finding other wizards that were not aware of the wizarding world, but also finding vampires at the same time. The magical trail had gone all the way up north, where they had unfortunately found many ghosts in abandoned houses where had resided wizards, but a long time ago.
They were on another trail that was difficult to follow but lead to a very small and secluded village.
''Another ghost house, you think?'' Asked Gaspard.
Seth sighed before crouching and waving slowly his wand. A faint yellowish broken strand floated towards the village at about two miles away. Seth stood up and readjusted his cloak over his head.
''Well, if it's that again, we will have to make another ritual. That trail is too faint to lead to another.'' Said Seth before walking towards the village in a fast pace.
Gaspard shuddered at the thought. The ritual was extremely tiring, and he had passed out the last time they did it.
''Tell me why I'm doing this again?'' Said Gaspard as he followed into the light footsteps of Seth.
''Because I pay you, Gaspard.'' Replied Seth, his voice almost muted by the wind.
''Not enough.'' Muttered Gaspard.
''I heard you.'' Said Seth.
After they reached the village, it was almost night and lanterns illuminated the streets in an eerie glow with the snow around. The yellow trail dissipated around multiple houses and a tavern. Seth pushed the door of the tavern, Gaspard behind him.
Several heads turned to see who it was, mumbling words about his appearance. Seth ignored them and scanned the rooms as he went to the barman. There was no vampire here. He placed a compulsion spell on the man before speaking.
''Anything or anyone doing things out of the ordinary in this village?'' Asked Seth.
''We have a shaman, two streets on the left, one on the right, second house on the right.'' Answered the barman with a dazed expression.
Seth turned around to leave as several man stood up and pointed guns and rifles at him.
''Where do you think you are going?'' Asked a man.
''No one touches our shaman.'' Said another.
One had walked to the barman with an angry demeanor.
''JULES! What the hell is wrong with you?'' He had asked.
Seth took a deep breath. It had been a week since he last fed, and his quests were taking its toll on his patience towards muggles. He respected Gaspard enough now to not take his blood if he did not want him to. He had not killed a single person for several years, but the temptation had been there. He shared a look with Gaspard who was smoking a cigarette, his wand already out in his other hand.
''Don't look at me for approval, Seth, I know you are starving. I have seen enough and lived enough with you guys to know how things should be.'' Said Gaspard. ''Besides, I have already placed a muggle repel charm on the door.'' He added with a smirk and a wink.
Confusion settled on the muggles. Gaspard waved his wand several times, removing the weapons out of everyone's hands. Seth's eyes went black as he approached the closest man, gripping his hair and pulling them to the side to expose his neck before sinking his teeth in him. Others around him screamed in fear, falling, and stumbling on nearby chairs and tables. They tried to run to the door, only to stop, disoriented, unable to counter the force of the muggle repelling charm.
Seth had seen the man's life flow into his mind. The man had been a murderer and a thief, and he took great pleasure into feeling the last heartbeat on his lips before letting the man fall on the floor, dead. He walked to another, blood dripping from his chin.
''NO… NO, no, please! I have a family!'' Pleaded the man.
''Mine is bigger.'' Said Seth before grabbing the man and sinking his teeth in his neck.
The man did not have a family.
They left the tavern after burning it, leaving them screaming in the fire behind them. They took the direction of the shaman's house as directed. When they arrived there, a man with long brown hair and an Indian appearance was standing on his porch, as if he had been waiting for them. Seth knew then the man was a wizard. He did not seem to have a wand, nor could he know if he was powerful or not.
''Stay where you are, murderers. Tell me what you want of me and be gone.'' Declared the shaman.
Seth did not listen and walked to the man, removing his hood from his head. The man flinched and stepped back. Gaspard stayed behind. Seth was taller than most people he encountered, and he was towering the man by a head's length.
''You are a wizard; do you know that?'' Asked Seth.
The man had maintained his angry face, not being intimidated by the vampire before him.
''If you seek healing, murdering the villagers is not placing you in my good graces.'' Said the shaman.
Seth turned to Gaspard who had walked to him but still standing a few feet away.
''He thinks he's a healer, I bet. There was a few I met like that. They don't use wands because they have no knowledge of them, nor the wizarding world. Still, it's better than being beaten for showing skills they think you should not have.'' Said Gaspard.
''Wizarding world?'' Asked the man.
Seth looked back at the shaman and nodded. He brought out his wand and waved it at the snow around, melting it all away. The man's face changed, being now impressed.
''You are saying I'm a wizard. There's more of us?'' Asked the man.
''My name is Seth, and his is Gaspard. I'm from Britain and he is from New York in the USA. Answering you with a positive note that there are, indeed, more of us, is an understatement. There are many, but at the same time, there are not.'' Said Seth.
The shaman looked down, then at the fire burning from the tavern a few streets away.
''My name is Atka. The men that were in that tavern, well most of them, were using me to make profits. They went to get tourists, with illnesses and wounds, all around the world so I could heal whatever thing people had, but I could not always do that. I'm a prisoner in my own home, and they make me feel guilty each time a wounded comes to me. I had heard of shamans doing that kind of thing, especially in Africa, but it was not exactly what I could do. Did you come all the way from there just to tell me this? Am I supposed to leave this place?'' Asked Atka.
''You don't have to leave if you don't want to. I have another question for you, Atka. You probably sensed I am different from Gaspard.'' Said Seth.
Atka glanced at Gaspard, then back at Seth and nodded.
''You certainly do not look entirely human. But I can tell your question and no, I have never seen or heard of anyone like you before.'' Said Atka, then frowned. ''What are you, exactly?''
''I'm a vampire.'' Answered Seth.
Atka made a snort and shook his head.
''I'm guessing many things in fantasy stories are real then. Your world seems more frightening than what I'm used to.'' Said Atka.
Gaspard threw his cigarette on the ground and walked beside Seth.
''Do you know of any rumours, any stories, or manifestations of something weird going on, even if it's another city, village, cavern… anything?'' Asked Gaspard a little too desperately.
Atka raised his eyebrows then placed a hand to his chin in thoughts. Gaspard did not want to go through another ritual for finding magical residue.
''Apart from what I told you I knew about African shamans, I'm afraid I only know about ghost stories.'' Said Atka.
Firetruck sirens was heard in the distance. Seth turned to look at the fire burning further away. The smoke was filling the sky rapidly.
''Did we cause too much damage, or you will be fine on your own?'' Asked Seth.
They had come all this way just to find a wizard, and Seth did not want to have him killed because of something he did.
Atka chuckled and shook his head.
''I can't believe it. You are showing concern towards me, even if your soul tells me I should have known different.'' Said Atka.
''My soul?'' Asked Seth, frowning.
''Yes. I can see souls, Mr. Seth. Both of your souls are broken, like little cracks in them, meaning you have killed people before, and recently too. But… some cracks are healing, meaning you have shown remorse at some point, the same for your companion. And the thing is… no matter which murderers I have seen before, none other than you two have shown those healing scars, and that makes you even more interesting.'' Explained Atka, glancing from Seth to Gaspard. ''There is something else to you, Seth. Your soul has two colors, or shade… Everyone's soul is white, but you have a black one too, and that's the one with the cracks I spoke of, and the mending is white. Do you have two personalities? I'm not judging! It is, after all, intriguing.'' He added.
Two personalities. Seth thought about only one thing it could be. He also remembered how there were two entities inside of him.
''I'm the only vampire being born like this. Vampires are made… not born.'' Said Seth.
''Well, what do you know. Old legends die hard. I was born in 1920, in a small city in Ireland from American Natives that had been brought there for exploitation. Even my grandparents had been captured and lived terrible lives there. For some reason, they managed to bring us back here in the north, fleeing some sort of growing threat. I was abused and exploited for what I could do… But despite it all, I loved stories and legends from Britain, and one of them was about a two-colored being bringing a change for this world. Perhaps it was about you.'' Said Atka.
''Come on, let's just go, my feet are killing me.'' Whined Gaspard as he lit up another cigarette.
''I'll be fine, thanks for your concern. There is only one sheriff in this town and a prison big enough for two people and it's always empty. It's a nice village and the ones causing trouble won't be anymore.'' Said Atka.
Seth reached inside his pocket and gave him a card where Atka frowned as he inspected it.
''There's my name, and a safehouse address. This card is also valid in any Royal bank of Canada for ten thousand dollars, should you ever need it to reach me or for your personal expense, I don't care.'' Said Seth.
''What the hell, Seth?'' Asked Gaspard. ''He's just a nobody.''
Seth turned towards Gaspard, tilting his head to the right.
''A nobody we spent weeks to find someone like him. Someone who can do wandless magic. He is bound to be hunted by muggles when our world becomes exposed.'' Said Seth.
''You should not be the one doing that. Not you, while Grindelwald just plays behind your back playing the president and sapping the authority you should have.'' Said Gaspard.
''And who else should do what we are doing, hm?'' Asked Seth.
Gaspard flung his arms in the air.
''Anyone else but the freaking vampire King!'' Scoffed Gaspard.
Atka cleared his throat, breaking an awkward tension.
''You are giving me this simply because I'm a wizard? What are you asking of me? To pledge myself to you or something?'' Asked Atka.
Gaspard threw his other cigarette on the ground and went in between Seth and Atka.
''Look man, you are lucky we are wasting time with you. Just be ready to obey that man behind me should shit come over town and non-magical people decide to hunt every people like you for their own pleasure, just like they did during your stupid childhood, got it? Cause that's what it was!'' Said Gaspard as he pressed a finger on Atka's chest in irritation.
Gaspard turned and walked away of the house's pathway and crossed his arms. Seth took one last look at the shaman, then joined Gaspard, placing a hand on his back and made them apparate away. Atka blinked several times.
''Teleportation. That could be handy. I wonder if I could do that too.'' Said Atka quietly before returning in his house.
OoOoO
November 30th, 1980
Empire state building
''Sector A, B and C, no wizards, ambassadors triuned.'' Said Nagel.
''Sector D, E, and F, no wizards, ambassadors triuned.'' Said Marvin.
''Sector G, one hundred and twenty-six wizards, compliant, ambassador triuned, two vampires, childes.'' Said Frieda.
''Sector H, one hundred sixty thousand eight hundred twenty-two wizards, still counting, most are aware and compliant, ambassadors triuned, seventeen vampires, childes.'' Said Vinda.
''Sector I…'' Began Cassius, but Gellert made a hand movement, interrupting him.
''The vampires, from sector B.'' Said Gellert quietly.
''Yes, um.'' Marvin cleared his throat. ''They still refused to move here; we are planning an extraction.'' Said Marvin.
''No.'' Ordered Gellert. Marvin scribbled a note. ''Where is he?'' Asked Gellert, projecting an image of Seth in his mind.
''Last seen in the northwest of Canada. His majesty does not seem to have found wizards nor vampires. Unless he performs the ritual again, I believe he will make his return.'' Said Abernathy.
''How is production?'' Asked Gellert.
''The project is being constructed. In the meanwhile, Darthael's and Sanguini's pubs are overflown, and keeping the pace with the demand. Steven and Galea are working on the other project since they already have experience into human trafficking.'' Said Vinda.
Gellert had to take the decision to find ways of feeding vampires, the more and more Seth had found them from everywhere in the states. Most vampires had decided to come in New York or nearer from where they originally lived.
Finances had become a problem, since goblins were not originally in the muggle aspect of what was happening, but the human trafficking he had delved into was fruitful and he had searched for leaders in that, which were now his childes and under his control.
Another project of his was about vampire blood, which could cause a revenue of the same amount of money Methamphetamine created around the world.
But that, he hesitated into going there, since muggles were clever enough to, one day, begin to capture vampires and farm them like animals. Seth knew that, having seen it first hand before it even got out of a single pub.
Seth had never brought the subject as being a law for the simple reason that he had not wanted to give vampires any ideas about even thinking it at all.
If that project was ever brought on table, there would be another problem since dosage and type of vampire blood had not been experimented and it would take subjects as well as different willing vampires. Gellert suddenly thought about Seth's blood and how he'd grant him anything he wanted if he could just have him again.
But Seth had been angry, having discovered he had experimented on different children, searching for any others that could give him clear visions just like Ruma had. He had not been the one to kill them but, driven mad at their lack of giving him what he wanted with their blood, Vinda had passed behind him.
And now, his Ruma was also gone. He had thought he would not miss her, that he was just using her, but he had been wrong. She had left at the beginning of August and not even a month after, he had ragefully taken Abernathy sexually. His childe had taken this as a blessing and had not since then stopped pleading him for more.
Not having control over something had almost driven him mad and he had taken revenge not just on Abernathy, but on everything he could, including his projects. He was unstoppable, and he didn't need visions when he could still use other ways of being in control of his future.
Of that, he made sure.
OoOoO
February 14th, 1981, 6:00 am
Severus was woken by his alarm, a small radio he had managed to make it work despite Hogwarts's magic and was now playing a soft rock music from a CD he used to listen to at home. He sat on his bed and rubbed his face. It was a Saturday, but he knew he would have to intercept many love potions, and use his antidote, on this dreadful day. Stupid children. He glanced at his dark mark on his arm he had learned to loathe quickly enough, reminding him everyday of the mistake he should have never made. How he wished Ruma had stopped him that day.
His eyes suddenly stopped on his bedside table where lay a single strand of lavender flower intertwined on a light pink rose flower. He stood up abruptly, taking his wand beside the flowers and waved it around his room and door, checking on his wards. They had been removed and placed back and only the staff could do that, but more specifically the Headmaster, but he knew Ruma could have been the only other person able to achieve such feat without him knowing. He sighed loudly and sat back on his bed, eyeing the flowers.
Light pink rose meant fun and happiness and lavender was Ruma's perfume and represented her. She wanted to have fun… by breaking his wards that easily and shoving it in his face? He stood up and went to take a shower when he noticed, again, on his worktable, was a blueberry muffin. The corner of his mouth twisted lightly into a smile before he continued to his bathroom.
The hot water calmed his thoughts as they had been again on the irritating day he was going to have, then green eyes went into his mind. But they were not Lily's eyes this time. Once out of the shower, he dried himself and put on his usual black apparel and cloak, then sat by his worktable to eat the muffin. Perhaps it was possible to be in a good mood anyway today. Was Ruma going to be there or gone to see her godson again?
He strode along the corridors, the torches getting magically lit as the day begun. He passed beside the inner garden where he saw her, crossed-legged and her long wavy black hair falling on her dark green dress. Snowflakes were sprinkled over her hair even if she had obviously placed a warming charm around her since the snow had melted where she sat. She was reading a book, like she always did, and if he squinted enough, he was able to see the cover name where it was written 'Advanced Jinxes'.
Right, she was the DADA teacher after all, kind of. Was she trying to figure out a way to counter the jinx? Severus then realised that was why she had change everything she could about the DADA class. The name, the place, and looking at possible counter jinxes. Students passed behind him, muttering a good morning, in where he had promptly ignored them. He spelled a warming charm on himself before stepping inside the garden and walking to her. Her eyes lifted from her book to look at him where she gave him the sweetest of smile. Severus thought his heart had skipped a beat.
''Severus, good morning.'' Greeted Ruma.
''Morning.'' Replied Severus. ''You took great pleasure into passing my wards?''
Ruma made a soft laugh.
''I see you have enjoyed it, you have something above your lip.'' She said with a grin.
Severus passed a hand on his mouth, but there was nothing. He got to hear her laughing again.
''Mischief maker.'' He mumbled.
Ruma kept her smile, remembering how 'Mischief' had been the name of the falcon she had bought several years ago and the nickname of her Animagus form. She placed her book down.
''You feel like going for a morning walk?'' Asked Ruma.
He stared at her long enough for her to roll her eyes and close her book. She stood up, then pulled gently on his sleeve.
''Come on. You will have plenty of time to scowl after students later.'' Said Ruma.
He followed her, not without already reprimanding students as they made their way outside of the castle.
''Ruma, you found anything about the jinx?'' Asked Severus as they walked by the still frozen lake.
''In the last four years, I studied a lot of Ancient Runes, and I thought, at first, that V… that he had marked runes somewhere in the room, and I searched it while I was a student but more recently this year. I did not find anything. Then, I thought it could be simply related to the name, so when Dumbledore hired me, I asked for some modification. I passed the majority of my time in the library, reading about jinxes, and the closest one I found was the Nomen Genus jinx, which, weirdly enough, is linked to an object or the person itself. It can be countered by simply naming something differently, which I did… but to bring back the class with the name defense against the dark arts, we would have to either know on which object the jinx has been placed, or if the person removes it himself, or dies.'' Explained Ruma.
''You did think it through a lot.'' Said Severus.
''Yeah, school ends in already four months and I'm scared something happens to me.'' Said Ruma softly.
She turned towards him, looking up as Severus was taller than her.
''It's nice talking to you again, like before.'' Said Ruma.
Her hair was in her face, and he tried to restrain himself of not touching her. The snowflakes still dotted her hair, and her cheeks were lightly pink from the cold.
''It is nice.'' Said Severus.
She smiled, biting on her bottom lip, then turned around to walk again, back to the castle. He followed after her in a slower pace. What was happening to him? He wanted to kiss her. To kiss her beautiful angelic smart face, over and over again. He tried to remember when they had fought, four years ago, all because of how he still felt about his childhood friend. Lily, who was in danger as a primary target since her son was prophesised to kill the Dark Lord.
Ruma still went to see her godson most of the day, only to return long after the Valentine dinner the school had prepared. All day, he had to deal with students that had been under the influence of weaker love potions, created by who-knows-what idiot around. He caught students casting compulsion charms to kiss others and doing humiliating dares. He took pleasure into giving detention and removing points to whomever crossed his path.
He retired to his quarters, only to find his wards had again been removed, but not placed back. He carefully opened his door and Ruma was sitting by his worktable. He closed the door behind him and placed back his wards, adding a silencing charm.
''What are you doing in my quarters?'' Asked Severus.
''I forgot to ask you something this morning.'' Said Ruma.
She stood up and walked in front of Severus, a foot separating them.
''Which is?'' Asked Severus, his heart was beating fast in his chest.
''Can you be my valentine, today?'' Asked Ruma.
His hand went to cup her face before he kissed her with an intense need, in where she replicated just as strongly.
Author's note: BOOYAH, next chapter, nothing will happen to Ruma =) All hell breaks loose with the attempted murder on Harry. OoooOooo Reviewwwwsssszzzz please 😊