Note:Another long wait for the update, sorry about that. Just want to say, that anything that in between an i and /i is meant to be in italics, and your going to see a series of ? and funny stuff, thats supposed to be Greek writing, but FanFiction.net, didn't let me upload it. OK thnxbai. Please R/R.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 10-Cruce Vid Serum~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry gaped at Dumbledore. His brain was rejecting Dumbledore's words. He heard what Dumbledore had said, but Harry couldn't bring himself to understand it. He couldn't accept it, because that would make it true, and Harry wasn't going to believe this was true.
A group of Death Eaters attacked the research field? They hit Hermione harder? They were going after him, and only attacked her because she was close to me? Its all my fault?
Then, after those questions came in, a mass of completely different thoughts. Ones which weren't about acceptance, but more what he was used to.
'Who would do this? What did they steal? Is there any dark potion which can only be made with this? What did they use to attack the researchers? Was it a spell? Is there a spell that can act as a gas? Was it even a magic gas? Could it have been a muggle weapon? '
And the thoughts changed then from statements to facts. He needed to remember everything he could.
'This has to be related to my letter. They were showing me they are serious with this. This might not have been about medical research ingredients at all. This could very well have been just a message. What if--'
Harry was brought from his thought train back to reality as Dumbledore spok to him.
"Harry, Harry, listen, I've made arrangements for you to go to the scene of the attack, and help the Intra-Wizarding Investigational Comitee. Harry, take a week. Check out what happened, visit Hermione, and take a little rest. All apparation has been restricted to the attack site, but a limited access Floo Connection has been established. You can use the fire in your office. Your going to the "St. Mungo's Field Research Headquarters". There will be some forms of security, just to tell you. Good luck Harry, and stay safe,"
Harry just nodded in agreement, feeling to shocked to respond. He walked slowly to his office, but before he reached the corridor, he veered off to the left. He ended up at the library. Harry walked toward the back, and arrived at the Restricted Section. He looked up and down the shelves, and picked out two books.
"Evil Liquid: A guide to Potions with the Dark Arts"
"Shadows of Potion; Ingredients needed for the worst of Potions"
And as Harry was walking out with these two books, there was one which caught his eye. A mudd brown book, just under an inch thick. It had a cauldron on the cover, but rising out of it was a man. Harry was shocked to see the picture, and looked at the title.
"Re-Birth-??? ?a ?t?p?se? t? ???at?"
The whole book was in a different language. He didn't know what, but Harry added it to his pile of books anyway. The book had an irky feeling which Harry couldn't describe.
When he returned to his office, he set the books aside, and stepped into the fire, after tossing in some Floo Powder. He spoke clearly, and was soon spinning rapidly, and as always the spinning slowed, and Harry saw the grate he was supposed to come out of, and yet he wasn't leaving.
"W.I.D.!" A strange voice spoke, and from out of nowhere came a man. Dressed in a bulky gray suit, wand out, and pointing at Harry, he asked again:
"Wizarding Identification, NOW!" He said angrily. Harry realized he had to be aggresive, because he didn't know who he was dealing with, but none-the-less, Harry really didn't like this guy.
Harry waved his wand, and muttered "Harry Potter". W.I.D. could be called from the wand, if the wand's owner says his name, and as Harry did just this, a black smoke shot out of the wand, and formed a sort of card.
Harry James Potter
28 Years Old
Certified Wizard
Apparation Allowed
6'2"/Green Eyes/M
And Next to his name was a picture of him. The guard looked back and forth between the smoke and Harry a few times, and on the last glance, he looked not particularly at Harry, but at his scar. After he was satisfied, he said
"Alright Mr. Potter, right through here." And the guard pointed through a portal like hole in what Harry assumed was the wall of the Floo Network.
As Harry stepped through, he arrived at the research field. He looked around, and saw dozens of wizards running around, taking photos and talking to people, and then Harry's eyes flickered towards the corner of the room were he saw 13 cots with whiches and wizards occupying each one.
Harry slowly walked over there, and as he approached them, he noticed that they were all tied down. Then he saw a Healer there, and asked him why.
"Whats the reason for the straps? Why are all these people tied down?" He asked Jama Milt, the Healer who was apparently in charge.
"Well, mainly because they break out in convulsions, and we were afraid they would hurt themselves or someone else, but also because we don't know what is causing they're illness. It could be that after a certain period of time, they wake up and attack everything they see, or themselves. We don't know what we're dealing with, so we've got to assume nothing." Replied the woman. She appeared around 28 years old, yet she spoke knowingly as if she had been working for a very long time.
"Can I see them? I mean, I'm looking for a brown-haired which. She's about 5'6", curly hair, she has-"
"Miss Granger I assume? Cot number 13, but she is the most violent, so be careful when you go." Healer Milt told him.
Harry porceeded to cot number 13, and pulled the drawings around the bed. What he saw was very frightening. Hermione was in a terrible state. She had blood shot eyes, which drowned her pupils in red. Her face was cold as stone, and her skin was gray as though she'd been petrified.
Her face was far from expressionless as he'd expected it, but rather had a look of terror. She had her eyes wide open, with her hand plunging into her robes. Knees bent, as if she was about to jump, and her other hand was stiff at her side. Her mouth was open with horror, and her hair was cut up at the ends.
Harry moved his hand to touch her, but the second he did, a piercing scream shattered the silence in the area, an Hermione started shaking violently. She was banging her head on the cot violently, and Harry felt almost as though she was trying to get something out of her mind.
Harry stumbled backwards, and as soon as he let her go, she went completely still again. Now it was Harry's turn to look scared. He felt fear, fear that Hermione might have to be like this forever. NO.
'I am going to figure this out. I will save her, as she has saved me so many times. I don't know how long I can wait, but I have to try, so I need to start right away. If it takes all the rest of my life, I won't just leave her like this.'
And Harry kissed her on the forehead(in his mind), and left the cot. He went across the room, to a wall with a huge whole in it. iReactum Destructus/i curse?" Harry asked the wizard, who was apparently the head of the investigation, and a top detective at the I.W.I.C.(Intra-Wizarding Ivestigational Commitee).
He turned and responded "Yeah, they came in right here. Just blew a hole in the wall. What happened after that we can only guess at. Anyway, we think that they subdued the 19 people in here, and proceeded to that room. It has just supplies, though some are pretty vaulable ingredients. Than, after that left the supply room, they went to the wick room-"
"Wick Room?" Harry interrupted.
"Oh, the Wick Room, is our way to keep records. There are wicks, which act like scrolls, because when you burn them, the smoke forms a parchment which reveals the information, and after that, the smoke can be caught, and restored to a wick. Its a rather old form of record keeping, but if it worked for the Egyptians, why not eh?"
"Oh, OK, well, do we know which...wick...they burned in their?" Harry asked, slightly skeptical of the idea of a Wick Room.
"Unfortunately no, we've been checking the entire room for even the slightest whisp of smoke, but nothing yet. Right now we have Recorders, for every wick there is a Recorder who memorizes and stores the information on that wick. Anyway, the Recorders are helping as much as they can to find the missing wick, but it might take a while due to the huge amount of records we need to sort through."
Harry felt a huge surge of annoyance at the lack of organization here. He needed to know what his enemies knew, and right now, he wasn't even close.
Harry searched the entire building for any traces of magic, but nothing he found was useful. The only thing that came up was a summoning charm in the Wick Room, but as the I.W.I.C. Detective informed him, this was the most common way to get the Wicks off of the shelf.
Harry became extremely frustrated by the end of the search, and decided to call it quits, when he spotted something. On the wall which was broken into, there was a brick. It was oddly black, and dark. All the other stones around it where dark gray, and this one was much darker.
After noticing this stone, Harry noticed the lack of all other stones. If the wall had been blown up, had the intruders vanished all of the bricks as well? Were had all of the stones gone?
"Detective, was this scene scleaned up at all?" Harry asked, following his curiousity.
"Of Course Not! My team knows better than that, it would contaminate the scene. Why are you even asking me that?"
"Because, well, there is no rubble left over from the break in, and yet if they had used iReactum Distructus/i, there would be a ton of rocks and stones blown up everywere. Now it is always possible, that they vanished the stones, but there would be a trace which we didn't find, and also, look at the edges of the wall." Harry pointed out.
The wall had jagged edges, as if bits and pieces had been taken off. If the wall had been vanished, the edges would have been smoothed out.
"How did I miss that? Jackson, get me the explosive spell expert." The Detective bellowed into his phone.
Harry saw that there really was no need to stick around further, because he would be notified of anything immediately, but he did take a chip of the black stone, and slipped it into his pocket before he left.
Harry proceeded out of the building, past the security check, and back into his office. When he arrived, he tossed his coat into the corner, and sat down at his desk, reached for one of the books, and opened it.
He had grabbed the one in a different language. Harry reached into his desk, and pulled out a quill. He tapped the quill to the cover of the book, said out loud "Show me your speak" and touched the quill to a piece of parchment.
The quill took off on its own accord, and wrote without being held up. Harry picked up the parchment, and read "GREEK" in block letters on the cover.
So, the book was written in Greek. That wasn't too much of a problem, but he needed something which he didn't have. He knew were to get it, but it would be a bit awkward. Either way, he had to go there, so he went across the room, grabbed some Floo Powder, and his stomach lurched at the thought of having to travel twice by Floo Powder in the same say.
Harry tossed the Powder into the fire, and stepped in, saying Hermione's Apartment, clear as he could. He spun around as he traveled, as normal, and stepped out of the fireplace at Hermione's flat, a few moments later.
'Wow, this is so Hermione.' Harry thought as he looked around. Tons of books were everywere, but they were so neatly placed, that they didn't look out of place in the middle of the sitting room. It was very odd, for Harry to be at Hermione's place, and her not there. Actually, she didn't even know he was there, which made it even wierder, as though he was trespassing.
Harry didn't know were to look for it, but he went over to a desk, and opened a drawer. He shifted some paper's around, but couldn't find anything. He looked in the next drawer, and the third, with no luck.
Harry had checked virtually every drawer he saw in the whole apartment, but to no avail. Harry had avoided Hermione's room though, and if it was anywere in the apartment, thats were it had to be, so he walked over to the door, and pushed it open.
Hermione's room was much different from the rest of the place. It was a total mess. Clothes on the floor, the bed was unmade, papers lying around, and more books that Harry thought he might ever read ina lifetime. Harry went over to a cabinet, opened it, and found what he was looking for.
The Traducteur. It was an invention made by a French Warlock, and it translated most languages to english. Harry could use this to read the book, and hopefully find something useful out.
After pocketing the Traducteur, he left the room, took some Floo Powder from a bag in his robes, and traveled back to his office.
When he arrived, he placed the Traducteur on top of the book, and tapped it twice with his wand, then said "English"
A set of clicking and swooshing noises followed, and when it stopped, Harry opened the book, to find it as he'd hoped, all in English.
He skimmed through the book, and found some horrific potions, many of which shouldn't be in a school at all, Restricted Section or not. Harry went through countless potions reading them carefully, then shuddering after he realized their purpose.
Harry got to the middle of the book, before he found it. It was right there, exactly what he was looking for. The list of ingredients was so long, he wasn't sure there was a cauldron that could hold all of it, but he read on.
i
Resurus Cruce Vid Serum
Description: This potion is not to be recieved internally. The maker must pour the potion into a wand. Then, after using the wand to perform the spell on a person, the victim will enter a deep-sleep. They will re-live their worst fears in their mind continuously, however if a human who has appeared in the vicitm's past comes into contact with the victim, the victim will experience nightmares relating to that person, until grasp is released.
Directions: The potion must be brewed for 3 months, and ingredients can only be added between 12:00 A.M., and 6:00 A.M., or the potion will go sour. You must also..../i
Harry stopped reading. He scanned further down the page, and found what he wanted.
i
To cure a person from this state, merely tap the victim with the wand that was used to put the person in this state. Then you must lay an Orichnia of Lamentation on their heart, and tap them once more. After this, the person will become conscious, but if that person doesn't recieve a La Curaccion Potion within minutes, they will die. The potion must be administered 5 times a day, and 1 liter of it, every time, for 3 days. This is necesary for full recovery./i
Harry read, and re-read the page so many times, that he had memorized it. He had to make a potion to revive Hermione, then a potion to keep her alive. It seemed very complicated, but he didn't have a choice. He would need help, and he figured he would go to St. Mungo's to see if they could start work on it immediately.
Harry, tired, and unwillingly, got up, threw Floo Powder into the potion, and began to travel, once again, back to the Research Station.
Harry got to the point in the Floo Network where he had met the security guard last time, but this time, there was nobody there. Harry was still stopped in the Network, and yet, there was nobody to check his I.D.
Harry went through the portal, and arrived into St. Mungo's, but it was no longer the chaos filled "mad-house", it was before. Now Harry could see nobody in the deserted corridor. He looked around, and saw nothing. It was very eery, and Harry withdrew his wand.
There where people there after all. Three men, were walking through the whole on the wall, Harry assumed they were going to check the whole from a different perspective. Harry only assumed this for a second though, because right after, he noticed they were all in hooded cloaks, and had their wands out, and carrying a large box.
Harry silently approached them, but as he did, a piece of rock fell off the wall. The three men reeled around, and cried.
"Mortificus Repedo".
3 Jets of Orange light went shooting at him, but Harry blocked all three of them, with a complicated shield charm. He pointed his wand in there direction, and yelled. "Crie' O Furo"
A brown spell shot out of his wand, and hit the earth right below the men. It was a huge explosion, and the ground were the men stood was blown apart. A gaping hole the size of a small house cut into the ground, but when Harry went over to look at it, the men were gone.
No trace of them was left, except a piece of cloak. Harry picked it up, and pocketed it, before he ran back to the Research Station. He crossed the room, over to were the bodies were, and drew back the curtain around Hermione's bed.
"NOOOO!" Harry yelled.
Hermione was gone. Her bed was empty, except for a note. Harry didn't notice it at first, but picked it up, and read:
i"She dies, unless you do as your told."/I
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 10-Cruce Vid Serum~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry gaped at Dumbledore. His brain was rejecting Dumbledore's words. He heard what Dumbledore had said, but Harry couldn't bring himself to understand it. He couldn't accept it, because that would make it true, and Harry wasn't going to believe this was true.
A group of Death Eaters attacked the research field? They hit Hermione harder? They were going after him, and only attacked her because she was close to me? Its all my fault?
Then, after those questions came in, a mass of completely different thoughts. Ones which weren't about acceptance, but more what he was used to.
'Who would do this? What did they steal? Is there any dark potion which can only be made with this? What did they use to attack the researchers? Was it a spell? Is there a spell that can act as a gas? Was it even a magic gas? Could it have been a muggle weapon? '
And the thoughts changed then from statements to facts. He needed to remember everything he could.
'This has to be related to my letter. They were showing me they are serious with this. This might not have been about medical research ingredients at all. This could very well have been just a message. What if--'
Harry was brought from his thought train back to reality as Dumbledore spok to him.
"Harry, Harry, listen, I've made arrangements for you to go to the scene of the attack, and help the Intra-Wizarding Investigational Comitee. Harry, take a week. Check out what happened, visit Hermione, and take a little rest. All apparation has been restricted to the attack site, but a limited access Floo Connection has been established. You can use the fire in your office. Your going to the "St. Mungo's Field Research Headquarters". There will be some forms of security, just to tell you. Good luck Harry, and stay safe,"
Harry just nodded in agreement, feeling to shocked to respond. He walked slowly to his office, but before he reached the corridor, he veered off to the left. He ended up at the library. Harry walked toward the back, and arrived at the Restricted Section. He looked up and down the shelves, and picked out two books.
"Evil Liquid: A guide to Potions with the Dark Arts"
"Shadows of Potion; Ingredients needed for the worst of Potions"
And as Harry was walking out with these two books, there was one which caught his eye. A mudd brown book, just under an inch thick. It had a cauldron on the cover, but rising out of it was a man. Harry was shocked to see the picture, and looked at the title.
"Re-Birth-??? ?a ?t?p?se? t? ???at?"
The whole book was in a different language. He didn't know what, but Harry added it to his pile of books anyway. The book had an irky feeling which Harry couldn't describe.
When he returned to his office, he set the books aside, and stepped into the fire, after tossing in some Floo Powder. He spoke clearly, and was soon spinning rapidly, and as always the spinning slowed, and Harry saw the grate he was supposed to come out of, and yet he wasn't leaving.
"W.I.D.!" A strange voice spoke, and from out of nowhere came a man. Dressed in a bulky gray suit, wand out, and pointing at Harry, he asked again:
"Wizarding Identification, NOW!" He said angrily. Harry realized he had to be aggresive, because he didn't know who he was dealing with, but none-the-less, Harry really didn't like this guy.
Harry waved his wand, and muttered "Harry Potter". W.I.D. could be called from the wand, if the wand's owner says his name, and as Harry did just this, a black smoke shot out of the wand, and formed a sort of card.
Harry James Potter
28 Years Old
Certified Wizard
Apparation Allowed
6'2"/Green Eyes/M
And Next to his name was a picture of him. The guard looked back and forth between the smoke and Harry a few times, and on the last glance, he looked not particularly at Harry, but at his scar. After he was satisfied, he said
"Alright Mr. Potter, right through here." And the guard pointed through a portal like hole in what Harry assumed was the wall of the Floo Network.
As Harry stepped through, he arrived at the research field. He looked around, and saw dozens of wizards running around, taking photos and talking to people, and then Harry's eyes flickered towards the corner of the room were he saw 13 cots with whiches and wizards occupying each one.
Harry slowly walked over there, and as he approached them, he noticed that they were all tied down. Then he saw a Healer there, and asked him why.
"Whats the reason for the straps? Why are all these people tied down?" He asked Jama Milt, the Healer who was apparently in charge.
"Well, mainly because they break out in convulsions, and we were afraid they would hurt themselves or someone else, but also because we don't know what is causing they're illness. It could be that after a certain period of time, they wake up and attack everything they see, or themselves. We don't know what we're dealing with, so we've got to assume nothing." Replied the woman. She appeared around 28 years old, yet she spoke knowingly as if she had been working for a very long time.
"Can I see them? I mean, I'm looking for a brown-haired which. She's about 5'6", curly hair, she has-"
"Miss Granger I assume? Cot number 13, but she is the most violent, so be careful when you go." Healer Milt told him.
Harry porceeded to cot number 13, and pulled the drawings around the bed. What he saw was very frightening. Hermione was in a terrible state. She had blood shot eyes, which drowned her pupils in red. Her face was cold as stone, and her skin was gray as though she'd been petrified.
Her face was far from expressionless as he'd expected it, but rather had a look of terror. She had her eyes wide open, with her hand plunging into her robes. Knees bent, as if she was about to jump, and her other hand was stiff at her side. Her mouth was open with horror, and her hair was cut up at the ends.
Harry moved his hand to touch her, but the second he did, a piercing scream shattered the silence in the area, an Hermione started shaking violently. She was banging her head on the cot violently, and Harry felt almost as though she was trying to get something out of her mind.
Harry stumbled backwards, and as soon as he let her go, she went completely still again. Now it was Harry's turn to look scared. He felt fear, fear that Hermione might have to be like this forever. NO.
'I am going to figure this out. I will save her, as she has saved me so many times. I don't know how long I can wait, but I have to try, so I need to start right away. If it takes all the rest of my life, I won't just leave her like this.'
And Harry kissed her on the forehead(in his mind), and left the cot. He went across the room, to a wall with a huge whole in it. iReactum Destructus/i curse?" Harry asked the wizard, who was apparently the head of the investigation, and a top detective at the I.W.I.C.(Intra-Wizarding Ivestigational Commitee).
He turned and responded "Yeah, they came in right here. Just blew a hole in the wall. What happened after that we can only guess at. Anyway, we think that they subdued the 19 people in here, and proceeded to that room. It has just supplies, though some are pretty vaulable ingredients. Than, after that left the supply room, they went to the wick room-"
"Wick Room?" Harry interrupted.
"Oh, the Wick Room, is our way to keep records. There are wicks, which act like scrolls, because when you burn them, the smoke forms a parchment which reveals the information, and after that, the smoke can be caught, and restored to a wick. Its a rather old form of record keeping, but if it worked for the Egyptians, why not eh?"
"Oh, OK, well, do we know which...wick...they burned in their?" Harry asked, slightly skeptical of the idea of a Wick Room.
"Unfortunately no, we've been checking the entire room for even the slightest whisp of smoke, but nothing yet. Right now we have Recorders, for every wick there is a Recorder who memorizes and stores the information on that wick. Anyway, the Recorders are helping as much as they can to find the missing wick, but it might take a while due to the huge amount of records we need to sort through."
Harry felt a huge surge of annoyance at the lack of organization here. He needed to know what his enemies knew, and right now, he wasn't even close.
Harry searched the entire building for any traces of magic, but nothing he found was useful. The only thing that came up was a summoning charm in the Wick Room, but as the I.W.I.C. Detective informed him, this was the most common way to get the Wicks off of the shelf.
Harry became extremely frustrated by the end of the search, and decided to call it quits, when he spotted something. On the wall which was broken into, there was a brick. It was oddly black, and dark. All the other stones around it where dark gray, and this one was much darker.
After noticing this stone, Harry noticed the lack of all other stones. If the wall had been blown up, had the intruders vanished all of the bricks as well? Were had all of the stones gone?
"Detective, was this scene scleaned up at all?" Harry asked, following his curiousity.
"Of Course Not! My team knows better than that, it would contaminate the scene. Why are you even asking me that?"
"Because, well, there is no rubble left over from the break in, and yet if they had used iReactum Distructus/i, there would be a ton of rocks and stones blown up everywere. Now it is always possible, that they vanished the stones, but there would be a trace which we didn't find, and also, look at the edges of the wall." Harry pointed out.
The wall had jagged edges, as if bits and pieces had been taken off. If the wall had been vanished, the edges would have been smoothed out.
"How did I miss that? Jackson, get me the explosive spell expert." The Detective bellowed into his phone.
Harry saw that there really was no need to stick around further, because he would be notified of anything immediately, but he did take a chip of the black stone, and slipped it into his pocket before he left.
Harry proceeded out of the building, past the security check, and back into his office. When he arrived, he tossed his coat into the corner, and sat down at his desk, reached for one of the books, and opened it.
He had grabbed the one in a different language. Harry reached into his desk, and pulled out a quill. He tapped the quill to the cover of the book, said out loud "Show me your speak" and touched the quill to a piece of parchment.
The quill took off on its own accord, and wrote without being held up. Harry picked up the parchment, and read "GREEK" in block letters on the cover.
So, the book was written in Greek. That wasn't too much of a problem, but he needed something which he didn't have. He knew were to get it, but it would be a bit awkward. Either way, he had to go there, so he went across the room, grabbed some Floo Powder, and his stomach lurched at the thought of having to travel twice by Floo Powder in the same say.
Harry tossed the Powder into the fire, and stepped in, saying Hermione's Apartment, clear as he could. He spun around as he traveled, as normal, and stepped out of the fireplace at Hermione's flat, a few moments later.
'Wow, this is so Hermione.' Harry thought as he looked around. Tons of books were everywere, but they were so neatly placed, that they didn't look out of place in the middle of the sitting room. It was very odd, for Harry to be at Hermione's place, and her not there. Actually, she didn't even know he was there, which made it even wierder, as though he was trespassing.
Harry didn't know were to look for it, but he went over to a desk, and opened a drawer. He shifted some paper's around, but couldn't find anything. He looked in the next drawer, and the third, with no luck.
Harry had checked virtually every drawer he saw in the whole apartment, but to no avail. Harry had avoided Hermione's room though, and if it was anywere in the apartment, thats were it had to be, so he walked over to the door, and pushed it open.
Hermione's room was much different from the rest of the place. It was a total mess. Clothes on the floor, the bed was unmade, papers lying around, and more books that Harry thought he might ever read ina lifetime. Harry went over to a cabinet, opened it, and found what he was looking for.
The Traducteur. It was an invention made by a French Warlock, and it translated most languages to english. Harry could use this to read the book, and hopefully find something useful out.
After pocketing the Traducteur, he left the room, took some Floo Powder from a bag in his robes, and traveled back to his office.
When he arrived, he placed the Traducteur on top of the book, and tapped it twice with his wand, then said "English"
A set of clicking and swooshing noises followed, and when it stopped, Harry opened the book, to find it as he'd hoped, all in English.
He skimmed through the book, and found some horrific potions, many of which shouldn't be in a school at all, Restricted Section or not. Harry went through countless potions reading them carefully, then shuddering after he realized their purpose.
Harry got to the middle of the book, before he found it. It was right there, exactly what he was looking for. The list of ingredients was so long, he wasn't sure there was a cauldron that could hold all of it, but he read on.
i
Resurus Cruce Vid Serum
Description: This potion is not to be recieved internally. The maker must pour the potion into a wand. Then, after using the wand to perform the spell on a person, the victim will enter a deep-sleep. They will re-live their worst fears in their mind continuously, however if a human who has appeared in the vicitm's past comes into contact with the victim, the victim will experience nightmares relating to that person, until grasp is released.
Directions: The potion must be brewed for 3 months, and ingredients can only be added between 12:00 A.M., and 6:00 A.M., or the potion will go sour. You must also..../i
Harry stopped reading. He scanned further down the page, and found what he wanted.
i
To cure a person from this state, merely tap the victim with the wand that was used to put the person in this state. Then you must lay an Orichnia of Lamentation on their heart, and tap them once more. After this, the person will become conscious, but if that person doesn't recieve a La Curaccion Potion within minutes, they will die. The potion must be administered 5 times a day, and 1 liter of it, every time, for 3 days. This is necesary for full recovery./i
Harry read, and re-read the page so many times, that he had memorized it. He had to make a potion to revive Hermione, then a potion to keep her alive. It seemed very complicated, but he didn't have a choice. He would need help, and he figured he would go to St. Mungo's to see if they could start work on it immediately.
Harry, tired, and unwillingly, got up, threw Floo Powder into the potion, and began to travel, once again, back to the Research Station.
Harry got to the point in the Floo Network where he had met the security guard last time, but this time, there was nobody there. Harry was still stopped in the Network, and yet, there was nobody to check his I.D.
Harry went through the portal, and arrived into St. Mungo's, but it was no longer the chaos filled "mad-house", it was before. Now Harry could see nobody in the deserted corridor. He looked around, and saw nothing. It was very eery, and Harry withdrew his wand.
There where people there after all. Three men, were walking through the whole on the wall, Harry assumed they were going to check the whole from a different perspective. Harry only assumed this for a second though, because right after, he noticed they were all in hooded cloaks, and had their wands out, and carrying a large box.
Harry silently approached them, but as he did, a piece of rock fell off the wall. The three men reeled around, and cried.
"Mortificus Repedo".
3 Jets of Orange light went shooting at him, but Harry blocked all three of them, with a complicated shield charm. He pointed his wand in there direction, and yelled. "Crie' O Furo"
A brown spell shot out of his wand, and hit the earth right below the men. It was a huge explosion, and the ground were the men stood was blown apart. A gaping hole the size of a small house cut into the ground, but when Harry went over to look at it, the men were gone.
No trace of them was left, except a piece of cloak. Harry picked it up, and pocketed it, before he ran back to the Research Station. He crossed the room, over to were the bodies were, and drew back the curtain around Hermione's bed.
"NOOOO!" Harry yelled.
Hermione was gone. Her bed was empty, except for a note. Harry didn't notice it at first, but picked it up, and read:
i"She dies, unless you do as your told."/I