Suicide Solution.
Disclaimer: see all previous chapters
AN: if you like Dark stories then I strongly recommend that you go to this link (minus the spaces of course) It is very very dark and deals with a suicidal Harry. It is also a Severitus challenge piece.
http :// www. fanfiction. net/ read. php? storyid =1759907
AN: In reference to which plan Remus would choose.
Plan one received: 5 votes
Plan two received: 14 votes
Also a quick message to Saetam and anyone else who can't remember. (Or is interested in a lil background about the Ancient art)
The Dementor's were people who were using the Ancient art, the Ancient art use both the casters magic and their life force. If used too much and in to big amounts the life force is used up and the caster becomes a Dementor, forever sucking the 'life force' out of other people, the Dementor's kiss gives the Dementor a small taste of life again, but to fully become human again in this way would result in having to 'kiss' more then 10,000 people each and they would also have to 'kiss' at least 15 more people a day to stay alive, no way to counter this has ever been discovered, the theory that the Order has come up with transforms to Dementor's back into humans with the use of the cheering charm (as the life force) the everlasting charm (so that it has the effect of 'kissing' people every day) and the transformation spell to turn them human again. (See chapter 22 DADA and long conversations) The people that use the Ancient art (not in the last 500 years) could have been either 'light' or 'dark' witches or wizards. For example the making of Hogwarts was using Ancient art.
The most known and one of the most recent uses of Ancient art was Nicolas Flamel, who already over 100 when he used it to create the Philosopher's stone. No one has been able to use Ancient art since then because after figuring out what using too much of the power did to the caster (Due to the death of their son when he discovered the notes her and Nicolas had been using, meaning he became a Dementor), Perenelle Flamel destroyed all the information about the Ancient art, thus the reason why it hasn't been used since. There is rumour that Nicolas wrote down everything he knew about the art itself but that is only rumour and no such notes have ever been found.
Right enough with the History lesson, on with the chapter.
Chapter 57It was nearing dinner and Cercis led Remus into the smaller dinning room. Already seated were Draco, Blaise and Severus. As they sat down, Cercis in the head position and Severus on his right and Remus on his left Narcissa walked in. Nodding her head to Cercis she sat down.
"Narcissa what have you told Lucius and the Dark Lord?" Cercis asked her as soon as she had taken her seat, next to Draco, who was next to Severus. Blaise was opposite Draco, next to Remus. Had Hermione still have been alive she would have take the seat opposite Narcissa. However when Ginny joined Remus and Blaise would move down one seat and Ginny would take the seat on Cercis' left where Remus currently sat.
"They wanted a private meeting, he expected you to be there tonight Cercis, so I reminded Lucius that you were a teenager that wanted to spend Christmas Eve having fun with his friends not plotting the demise of Dumbledore."
Cercis nodded and clapped his hands, much in the same way Dumbledore did, the table suddenly filled with food. He motioned for everyone to dig in then spoke.
"Oh we will be plotting the demise, just not of Dumbledore. Not tonight." He took a sip from his chalice of wine and then spoke again, a manic grin on his face. "Now tomorrow as you all know is the new moon. The new moon is often mistaken for being weak for magic, as it is opposite the full moon. However the new moon to us means new beginnings. New starts. A means a new era is about to take off." He took another swig from his chalice. Then continued.
"All of you here, seated with me tonight with the exception of Ginny who was unable to get away from Hogwarts, have both said and proven yourselves loyal to me. Now you may have not realised you were being tested, then again you may have. But I assure you that you were and you have all past my test so to speak. Had you not have past you would not be sitting here now."
The room was silent, no one was eating all were staring at Cercis, who spoke with a tone that didn't demand respect but you gave it to him anyway.
"Now after the meal I will finish the testing. But now lets eat." He raised his chalice and the table followed. "To the new moon." He said.
"To the new moon." They repeated, grins on the faces.
They toasted and finished off their meal. When everyone was done, Cercis apperated them all to a room he had had the house elves prepare.
"Since when can you apperate in a building with anti-Apparation charms on it?" Severus asked his son, a hint of pride could be heard in his voice.
Cercis shrugged. "Since this morning, I just apparated. I wasn't really thinking about the wards, if I wanted to be somewhere I was then there. Simple as that. Now all of you stand in a line."
The five moved and stood in line. Severus was on the left, then Draco, Blaise, Narcissa and then finally Remus.
Cercis paced in front of them. Then stopped in front of Narcissa. He smirked. "Ladies first." She stepped forward, not sure what she was supposed to be doing. Cercis took her right arm and pushed her sleeve up to her elbow.
"Don't move luv." He whispered to her before placing his right hand over her forearm and began an incantation in a language that no one recognised. Unlike the Dark Mark, the receiver did not feel pain upon receiving it. It was more like warm air being blown onto the small area of the skin. Cercis stopped chanting and lifted his hand.
Upon Narcissa' s pale skin was a long sword with the Gryffindor lion as the handle and a black hooded cobra twirled around the blade with its tail by the hilt at the top and its head beneath the point. The tattoo was animated and the lion would roar every now and then and the cobra would hiss.
"It's beautiful Cercis." She whispered running her fingers over the mark, it was silky to her touch and tingled gently. Narcissa stepped back into her position and Cercis called Blaise forwards. He repeated the process and then called Draco. Last were Remus and Severus. He looked at both men.
"Who wants to go first?" he asked grinning. Then something that showed that the times had indeed changed happened.
Severus stepped back and allowed Remus to take the honour before him. Remus nodded his head in understanding, all previous tension and anger between them had been cast aside, at least it had for the moment anyway.
Remus walked over to Cercis, his head high and held his arm out to Cercis. "I trust you Harry." He whispered as Cercis placed his right hand on the scarred arm of the werewolf that would help end the war.
"I know you do Remus. I know." Cercis said as he finished the incantation. Remus stepped back and Severus walked forwards.
"Are you ready father?"
Severus smiled. The first true smile he wore in a long time. "I'm ready son."
Cercis grinned, "Good and I have a gift for you after the war. But first." Severus held out his right arm and Cercis repeated the incantation. The mark was the same as the others and Severus too ran his fingers over the silky texture of his skin.
"When Voldemort is destroyed the Dark Mark's will not disappear. They didn't go when he was destroyed the first time and they will not go now." He turned to his father.
"However, I can't get rid of it either, but I can alter it." He looked into his fathers eyes.
"You remember the mark I left on Hermione," Severus nodded, "I can do that too it. It will be painful, unlike this one, because I will be cutting off its magical power link and transferring it to me. This means that I would be able to call you through my own Dark Mark, much like Voldemort does to the Death Eaters now, but I will not abuse that privilege."
"I must wait until after the war to do this because: 1: we still need to act like loyal Death Eaters until he is dead, and 2: if I cut and transfer the power of the Dark Mark now, Voldemort will know."
Severus nodded dumbly and stepped back into line with the others. "Cercis." Remus spoke up. "I have chosen which plan I would rather do." Cercis nodded in understanding and allowed Remus to say in his own time.
"I will do plan 2. I will take the Polyjuice potion."
"I can do a chant that would allow me to be there too, within you but not. So if he asks any questions you don't know the answer too then I can answer for you." Remus nodded. "If you want after wards I can obliterate the scene from your mind."
Remus took a deep breath. "I … I don't know about that. I'll see after wards."
Cercis nodded. "You need to bite him at the first chance you get. Once you draw blood he will go unconscious as his genes alter, when that happens I want you to leave to room and return to mine where I will be waiting for you. I'll give you another portkey that you can voice activate again that will bring you back. I wont be able to attack him with Draconis until the next night, where he will be after my blood. We will have to duel obviously, but I will win." Cercis turned to his father.
"Do you have a bottle of Polyjuice potion at hand?"
Severus thought deeply before answering. "I think I do, but I will have to check."
Cercis nodded then looked at each member of his circle one at a time.
"Do you know what you are now?" he asked them. They all shock their heads in confusion.
"That mark also gave you power and knowledge. The six of us plus Ginny, the Lady of the Dark, complete a circle. There hasn't been a circle such as ours in over 2,000 years. We are the Order of the Ancients. With a power long lost and forgotten."
Cercis drew himself up to his full height and the others watched on in fascination. He seemed to have magic flowing off him like a great cloak, that covered his entire body.
"This Ancient art has been renewed. We are the living proof of it. Now I want you all to apparate to your rooms, Remus yours is the one next to Blaise's. oh and one more thing. Those marks are invisible to anyone not within our circle. Good night every one, tomorrow as the new dawn breaks our plan shall be put into action. I want you all to meet me hear at 7 am. Now bed!"
He apparated out of the room, the others shortly following. All went to their beds and allowed their bodies to sleep, while their minds went over all the Ancient art Cercis' mark had bestowed into them.
Tomorrow would certainly be interesting to say the least.