Authors note: This chapter will have some horror-related content in it. If you have a problem reading stuff like that, you might want to... But have you read all the way here, you are probably fine.
Chapter 36: First class and the origins of Dementors.
The Slytherin gave the Gryffindor girl a questionable glare.
"Pansy, she was just asking me a question." sighed Jakob, knowing that this could end up being more work than he had the strength or time for. He turned to Ivy.
"It's best if-"
"What would she ask that is so important to disturb you?" Interrupted Pansy with a sneer towards the redhead, emphasising the word she.
Ivy gave a smirk as she saw the jealousy in Pansy's eyes, something Jakob had not. She adopted an innocent stance as she blinked her eyes.
"I only asked Jakob if I could come in and talk with him for a bit."
Jakob pinched his nose bridge and flicked out his wand, knowing what would come next.
Pansy looked shocked for a moment, and then as her rage bubbled over, she raised her wand. Jakob flicked his wand muttering
"exeliarmus" and pansys wand got ripped from her hand.
"You are behaving like a Gryffindor." smirked the redhead but soon switched to surprise as Pansy jumped her.
For a few seconds, Jakob looked down at the two fighting girls and debated if it were better just to leave them there. One would probably end the other, and he would have one less problem on his hands. Logic won in the end as he grabbed Pansy, who was on top and threw her over his shoulder.
Ivy, who was now as pissed as the Slytherin girl, got up and was about to drag her down but screamed in surprise as Jakob lifted her up as well.
"Acting like children." He growled as he walked over to Ivy's room and threw the girl on her bed, giving her one last murderous glare before turning around.
The redhead watched him leave with a disappointed frown. She had really hoped to taste his lips before going to bed. Plans in her head about how to deal with the Slytherin girl were forming as she heard Pansy screaming and kicking outside her door.
The last thing she heard before the door slammed shut and locked was Pansy yelling.
"I will murder you, Ivy, I will."
When the sounds of the mad girl had stopped, Ivy realised how selfish she had been. She had seen the tired expression on Jakob's face when she had given him her proposal and the lack of anger as he had ended their fight.
"Maybe I shouldn't have been so bothersome." Whispered the girl, now feeling stupid over the whole situation.
Jakob walked inside pansy's room and dropped her. Making her bounce on the bed.
"Stop acting on your emotions. I have enough problems already. I don't need this too." Jakob closed the door, and the Slytherin girl knew she would sleep alone tonight. And felt a bit stupid knowing the stress Jakob was in.
"I'm sorry." Whispered the girl in shame at the now closed door. She hated Ivy, but somehow she had to find some common ground with her.
Jakob walked into his own room and sat down on his bed, taking deep breaths as he tried calming his irritation with the two girls.
"I knew there would be problems, but they are acting like being sent back in time isn't a problem. Don't they realise they might not come back from this?"
He lay down with his wand pointing towards the door, ready to send a nasty surprise if one of them decided to try something stupid like knocking again.
When morning came, Jakob lay in his bed, still wearing his clothes.
He yawned, rubbed his eyes and got up. When he opened the door, he was met by Ivy, who wore a long red dress similar style to Gryffindor's.
"Wow, where did you get that?" asked a clearly surprised Jakob, observing the fancy medieval dress.
"Do you like it?" Ivy did a spin and gave him a wink.
"No." was the only reply she got as he dropped down on one of the couches. That girl had gotten too cocky, thought Jakob and heard someone clear their throat.
He sighed and turned his head. Seeing Pansy wearing a green more slim-fitted dress with rubies on the bottom makes a slithering line around it. Jakob raised an eyebrow as Pansy walked out. Seeing the expression on his face, she nervously looked away, blushing. Ivy crossed her arms at the situation and cleared her throat.
"You have some clothes, too, you know." Jakob turned back to Ivy, who pointed towards the folded heap of black clothes lying on the table.
He picked up a hat and stared in horror at it.
"I'm not wearing that."
After a few minutes of discussing with the two girls about the clothes, Jakob admitted defeat and walked into his room.
He put on the black tunic and belt and inspected himself in the mirror.
"Not too shabby, actually.
He took on the purple cloak and pants and gave the mirror image a disgusted frown.
"Not liking the purple." waving his wand, he changed the colour to black and admired his image a bit more.
"I like it. I almost look like a dementor, just a bit more handsome unhooded." He chuckled at his own little joke.
His eyes drew to the purple hat, and a disgusted sneer slowly crept up his face. He opened the window and threw the hat away.
"Ops dropped my hat." shrugged the boy and walked out where Pansy and Ivy waited.
As the day went on, the three joined the rest of the students in classes. Jakob and Pansy, who went with Slytherin, learned more about the darker ways of magic. The two were introduced to the rest as new students, which wasn't uncommon. Witches and wizards had to get to Hogwarts themself if they ever got the knowledge. Jakob looked around and saw students of all ages attending the class.
"You will soon see that as time goes on, you need to clean your magic. If this is not done properly, you will lose your mind like, for example, like my old colleague Ekrizdis has done."
The whole class nodded their heads while Jakob's eyes lit up.
"Excuse me, I have read about him, but there isn't much information. What do we know about Ekrizdis?"
Slytherin looked over at Jakob with a thoughtful expression.
"He is the creator of dementors and has been hiding for a long time. Where one could only guess. He was a brilliant wizard, focusing on soul magic." Slytherin stood a little straighter as he continued.
"Something that I myself had the honour of teaching him. But his lust for more knowledge blinded him, unfortunately, and it's said that he built himself a home where he could continue his studies in peace."
Jakob bowed.
"Thank you, Lord, for answering my question. I won't disturb the lecture anymore."
"No worries. The class knows that educated questions are always permitted," said Slytherin, waving away Jakob's apologies.
The class continued. Salazar discussed more the different approaches they could clean and prepare if they found themself in the same situation as Ekrizdis once had. When class ended, They all had to write three different ways to notice that the dark illness was starting to affect them.
When the two time-travellers were on their way back to their common room, Pansy thought for a moment before asking her question in a low voice.
"umm… Jake, don't you think the class was a bit… lacklustre?"
The question made him snap out of his plans, and he looked over at the girl beside him.
"Pansy, you must realise that they had almost a tenth of our knowledge. A lot of the spells and potions haven't even been invented yet. If he taught us something that we didn't already know, you could be sure that it is something that isn't knowledge known to our world."
Pansy looked slightly disappointed as she nodded, looking down at her feet as they continued their little stroll.
"Besides, think of the reactions the world will have when we get back," smirked Jakob, trying to get the girl into a better mood. Pansy frowned in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"How would you react if, let's say, Theo walked over to you and told a story about Slytherin teaching him magic?"
Her Eyes widen for a second, not having thought about that.
"You will be famous when we get back." finished the boy as he saw the stars glistening in her eyes.
They continued walking towards their common room in silence for a while.
"Pansy. I might leave the castle for the night." before his roommate could tell him that she was going with him, he continued.
"I need to do this alone. Where I'm going is not going to be pretty."
Pansy frowned.
"You are going to visit Ekrizdis, arent you?"
Jakob, surprised, turned his eyes towards Pansy, who rolled hers in response.
"You might think I'm an idiot sometimes, but I have known you for a long time. I saw how you looked after the talk you had in class and knew you were going. He is dangerous, Jakob. Even Slytherin had taken a step back from him."
They opened the door, and Jakob gestured for her to enter first.
"Don't worry about me. I will be fine. Besides." He glanced around the empty common room with all the doors open.
"We have a moment for ourselves now." Whispered the boy in the Slytherin girl's ear. A small shiver went down her back, and she threw herself on Jakob. Jakob smiled between the kisses, carried the girl over to his room, and closed the door.
When evening fell, Jakob sneaked out from his common room. He needed to find something that would be able to take him to the fortress of Azkaban, where its founder currently sat and tortured some poor sod.
"Where are you off to?" asked a female voice in an amusing tone. When Jakob turned, he gave his ancestor a charming smile.
"I was going to see you, actually. I need your help."
Morgan's lip twitched in what Jakob considered a smile.
"Oh? Prey tell. What would you possibly need from the mightiest witch in the century?"
"I need a way to travel a long distance in s short while."
"You mean a portkey?" asked Morgan, confused.
"yes," answered Jakob relieved that the invention of them had been made.
"Where do you want to go this late? And why are you sneaking like you were a common thief?"
Jakob had thought about how to best explain this so that he didn't reveal too much information.
"One thing I had in my possession when I was sent here is a creation of the wizard named Ekrizdis. I need that item to return back home." He studied the woman in front of him, observing the frown she wore as he gave her the information.
"Follow me." was the only thing she said before turning and walking.
Jakob did just that, and they went up the staircase that didn't move or was as grand as the one in his own time. Morgan led him into a corridor and opened a door, gesturing for him to enter before her.
Inside, Jakob could see that different bookshelf filled with parchments and books covered the walls. In front of him stood a dark brown desk with a thronelike chair behind it. On his left, he noticed a large bed with purple curtains framing it, making it look like a typical medieval royal bed. On his right, however, he saw something that he recognised.
"I know you." Whispered the boy as he walked forwards and gently stroked the Le Fay grimoire.
It was open, and when Jakob glanced at it, he noticed that the text still needed to be completed.
"Was it finished in your time?" asked Morgan as she sat down on her seat, watching the boys smile with one of her own.
"It was. You made something truly beautiful. I needed to take a break from it as I had to focus on many other things, but I will finish it as soon as I get back."
The woman nodded and gave the book a warm smile.
"I've been working on it for what seems like forever. Sometimes I even doubt that my time here won't be enough to see it end. When you return, promise me you read the last page." Jakob nodded and walked over to the dark-haired woman.
"I can make a portkey that takes you to Ekrizdis, but I can't say that I'm pleased to hear that you are visiting that madman. If you even can call him human anymore." Snorted Morgan.
"I think it will be interesting to see what the illness can do if left to flourish, but I also need that item."
The older woman grabbed an amulet, pointed her wand at it and started to mumble an enchantment. When she was done, she looked over at Jakob.
"He is not a friend, don't make him annoyed or angry. Otherwise, You might end up like his prisoners."
Jakob frowned as he saw the slight worry in her eyes.
"Is he really that unstable?"
Lefay stood up and took his hand in hers, but there was no smile on her lips.
"I visited his newly built castle once intending to learn from him. What I saw inside made me swear to myself never to return to that horrible place. I admit that I have done some questionable things myself, especially in my youth. Still, Ekrizdis... has done things even demons would be impressed by."
Jakob was about to ask more, but suddenly, he felt like he was being pushed down a small tube and the pressure coming from every side made him close his eyes, wanting it to stop. As soon as the uncomfortable sensation started, it ended abruptly. The Slytherin teenager felt the whipping wind almost knocking him down.
Morgan steadied him, and Jakob glanced at the later-to-be Prison of Azkaban.
A small fortress stood on a Black rock in the middle of the ocean. Connected to its back, a large triangled tower rose, almost touching the stormy clouds above. The Waves crashed and roared as their attempts to destroy the Dark tower repeatedly failed. Lightening struck the tower repeatedly, not even making a dent in it.
Jakob stood on a rock further away from the tower of nightmares together with Morgan, who looked at the creation in a mix of disgust and wariness.
" Ekrizdis is crazy. Don't get pulled into his madness. I will not follow you inside. There are places that even I thread."
Her black hair and clothes were throwing in the wind as she handed over a medallion to him.
" You won't be able to use it inside that horrid place, so make sure to speak Hogwarts when you exit the entrance."
Jakob gave an understanding nod and watched as Morgan glared at the building before a small pop could be heard.
The Slytherin boy took a deep breath before jumping over to another rock and then another, looking almost like a Dementor himself with his black mantle and clothes. The wet rocks made him slip and almost fall in into the endless abyss below. Looking down, he wondered how Bella had even succeeded in her escape. After a few minutes, Jakob jumped to his last rock and now stood outside a black gate. There was no carving, no decorations. Just a black fortress made to protect and hide.
He looked up, feeling the cold razor-like winds trying to make him turn around. The water that was forcefully smashing on the rocks made the droplets feel like small needles when they landed on his face and hands. As he gazed at the enormous black gate, he noticed that no dementors were in sight. Jakob took a large breath.
"I've come to speak with you, Ekrizdis! I have been told about you and seek knowledge only you possess," he shouted, trying to hear himself over the raging storm. When no answer came, and the doors still stood closed, Jakob frowned.
" I wish only to speak with you. My name is Jakob leFay!"
The black gate opened and taking one last glance back at the stormy night outside, the black-cloaked teenager walked into the black fortress of Azkaban.
As he stepped inside, he could hear the drippers of water hitting the stone floor, echoing in the cold stone prison.
" Why do I always hear water dripping on the stone floor when something bad is about to happen." whispered the boy as he continued deeper inside.
Torches lined up the walls giving the already creepy building a nice tint of madness to it.
He saw a staircase up ahead and continued walking in a slow uncaring phase so as not to show what he really thought about this Ekrizdis home.
When he went up the stairs, he noticed what he, at first sight, would believe was decorations. Jake frowned as he walked closer and his eyes widened as he saw that it wasn't.
What the creator of dementors thought was art was different sculptures and paintings made out of human bones and teeth. Once that Jakob thought looked almost fascinated was a body with two heads sharing a neck. The mad wizard somehow made the skin and hair on the faces stay. They followed Jakob with the empty eyesockets as he continued forward, Whispering things as he passed them.
When he exited the staircase, he heard a low mumble coming from the room up ahead. The door was slightly open, letting some of the candlelight inside out. The teenage boy took a breath before taking the final step inside the room take made him want to vomit.
There were bodies everywhere. Different types of them hanging, laying even sitting up. Their eyes, nose and ears were gone. The holes that were left behind were sewn shut. They all looked like dolls. Jakob tried to tell himself that, but the smell destroyed his wishful thinking.
Further ahead, he saw a table with one of the bodies on it. Jakob could only see the upper body and legs as a man, wearing similar clothes to himself, blocked the view with his back turned towards him.
The man mumbled and periodically sniggered as the different magics hit the dead man, making the sickly white body twitch in response.
Jakob walked closer and saw that the older man in front of him was morphing the dead man's body into something he believed would soon become a Dementor.
" Ekrizdis, I presume?" asked Jakob, trying his best to sound normal and not to lean forward and hurl.
" Shut up and watch!" shrieked the man, not turning towards the boy who was one outburst more from flicking out his wand.
The man waved his wand, and a jar from somewhere in the room shot forwards towards Ekrizdi's open hand that grabbed it in a firm grip.
" This… this is the key to their life." the top of the Jar slowly lifted, and a ball that Jakob recognised rolled out onto the madman's hand.
" Do you want to touch it?" asked Ekrizdis with an expectant and happy tone in his voice, and for the first time, he turned his face towards Jakob, and the boy knew that he should have been prepared.
His face was twisted and morphed. He almost looked like one o the dementors in the face but with one difference. His mouth wasn't round like theirs. It curled up in a smile that reached what Jakob believed had been once his ears but now was two round holes. So this is what happens if the sickness is able to take over. Thought Jakob as a polite smile crossed his face. He reached out his hand and cupped it slightly.
Ekrizdis seemed to know exactly where his open palm was and gently lay down the black sphere.
The Slytherin boy felt the cold pleasant feeling as his fingers closed around it.
Ekrizdis smiled wide and nodded in approvement.
" You understand. You understand. The feeling that it gives out. The darkness. It's a gift, not a curse."
He giggled and jobbed up and down before gesturing for Jakob to hand it back.
"Now watch this young one. This is where the magic really begins."
The sick man then opened the mouth of the soon-to-be dementor and slowly pushed his closed fist inside it.
Jakob could hear the Jaw snap as the man forced his arm further in and grabbed the table, giving him more strength to push.
" just the right place… just the right." Ekrizdis made a satisfying sound and smiled as he slowly retracted his arm, shaking away the fluids and blood covering it.
" Step back! It can be a bit disoriented at first." Ekrizdis pushed Jakob back, leaving the different liquids on the teenager's robes.
Slowly, the temperature in the room fell, and Jakob watched in fascination how the dementor slowly jerked and twitched before it rose from the table. It hovered above the ground, with its head slowly rising and the jaw snapping back into place.
" It's finished. It is alive." Jakob glanced towards the madman with a confused frown.
Before he could say anything, the dementor shrieked and flew straight toward Jakob, who raised his hand in defence.
The stopped a few centimetres in Infront of it and slowly tilted its head. Raising its hand, which still looked human and pressed it towards Jakobs.
The Slytherin boy's frown switched to one of shocked understanding.
"It's you?" He asked, staring at the dementor. It didn't seem to know what Jakob had meant and slowly glided away towards Ekrizdis, who waved his wand, making a black fabric cover the body and head. Jakob watched the creature in amazement. That had been the same dementor he had seen on the train. And even after a thousand years, it still recognised him.
The dementor slowly turned to disappear through a hole that led outside, where the raging storm continued.
" wait!" both Ekrizdis and the dementor turned toward Jakob, who walked over to it.
He stood Infront of it again, staring at where its eyes should have been.
" One day, you will meet me. It will happen by chance, and I won't know who you are. Seek me out again if you can. I will know who you are then."
The dementor gave what looked like a slight bow of its head before it flew out, and Jakob watched it leave.
" You understand it? Isn't they beautiful? The world will see one day what you see now. Come!" said the man with a horrid smile and gestured for Jakob to follow him inside another room.
The Slytherin boy, who knew that he would have nightmares for months, prepared himself for what he would witness next. He should have learned by now that preparing was foolish, and he almost passed out when he saw that the mad wizard had shown him into a room with furniture made of living people.
He walked over and sat on a chair that was a woman who he had twisted and turned. Her head was Ekrizdis's headrest and twisted, so the only sound that came out was a clicking noise followed by weird grunts. The table in Infront of him was two men. Jakob chose not to observe them closer after seeing the woman. However, he had concluded that they were also still alive, fused together with body parts inside other body parts. They were also still alive but made no noise, only stared at him in pain and horror.
" What do you think of this? They always come to me, asking me to save their lives. So I make it so that they can't die." Ekrizdis giggled at his own little comment, not noticing the look Jakob gave him.
Ekrizdis licked his lips in hunger and slowly stroked the woman's head behind him. Suddenly he grabbed the woman's hair from behind and ripped it out. Her eyes rolled up as her body or chair jerked. Ekrizdis smelled the bloody piece of scalp and hair before taking a bite and started chewing.
Jakob bit his lip, trying to hold what he really thought about this inside.
" interesting Ekrizdis. Where did you find them to make the different things you have here? That wardrobe over there must be, what 5 people?" asked Jakob gesturing to his right where it stood.
The man laughed.
" Sailors and commoners sailing the seas. Waiting for little Ekrizdis to hear their pleas. I open my door welcome come in! Take off your shoes and il take your skin." the man gave Jakob a grin that made his sharpened teeth show some of the hair and blood he had just feasted on.
" You lure sailors and travellers here and then…." Jakob trailed off when he accidentally looked over at the homemade bed. When he returned, he would obliviate this horrible shit from his mind.
" Ekrizdis, I have come to ask you for I formation about something and a favour."
Jakob had wished that the old man was easy to kill and the sphere easy to steal, but he knew that Ekrizdis was strong and mad. Jakob had no idea what would happen if he tried anything.
The man's grin vanished, and an almost sour expression took over.
" You have earned it. Ask, and I will answer." he waved his hand for Jakob to start and took another bite as he listened.
" That sphere of darkness. What is it?"" asked Jakob with a curious hint in his tone.
"Ah, you like that little toy. I noticed the smile you wore when touching it." Ekrizdis got up and gestured for Jakob to follow him. He waved his wand, making a black box flow into his hand.
"I can show you how they are created, but there is no name for them yet."
The creator opened the box, and Jakob's eyes widened as he saw a yellow ball of light hovering inside it.
" You know what this is?" asked an amused Ekrizdis and received a nod from the boy beside him.
"It's a non-magical soul. How did you-"
"None of your business!" yelled the man but switched back to a smile as he pointed his wand at it. As Ekrizdis started to mumble, The Quade heir watched with a slightly opened mouth as the soul's light slowly dimmed. Soon the light disappeared, and the size grew. Soon the soul had turned into a Black sphere.
"They are souls, you see. I only turn and twist them a little, making the darkness take over. If I put them inside their own bodies again, they won't resurrect for some unknown reason. But if I take another body, they become my greatest creation."
Jakob nodded and eyed the black sphere with new understanding.
" What else can they do? have you tried anything else?" asked Jakob after a moment of thought.
Ekrizdis laughed as warmly as one with his disfigurations could and shook his head.
"You are the first one to ask if my magic can do more than what I have already shown you. Most people only wish me to stop or never go any further. You might become greater than me one day Jakob Le Fay."
Jakob gave him a smile in response, but in his mind, he decided to take a long look at himself in the mirror when he got home. Getting a compliment from this man was not a good sign.
" Souls are tricky little things. They have a lot of energy, even none magical ones. They can be batteries of sorts, but their uses are still unknown to this world. Except for creating Dementors, of course." Jakob nodded and was drawn into the lecture from Ekrizdis.
" But souls aren't all-powerful. That is why Dementors must eat. They have only been known to feed on other's souls, but I need more time to find out if there is something else." As the man continued to talk with Jakob about all this, The boy noticed a book with what he guessed was probably human skin on the cover.
" That Actually takes me to my next question, Ekrizdis. I need to borrow one or two of them. I have nothing on me that I can trade them for, but If it isn't too much to ask for I..."
Jakob stopped in his speech as Ekrizdis started to laugh. The laughter continued for a while longer before the man sat down on his manmade chair and sighed.
" I won't lend out my own creations. I admit you are funny, LeFay, but if you want two of them, I need you to work for it."
Jakob frowned and began preparing himself for the fight but halted as Ekrizdis continued.
" I will teach you how to make them yourself, and then you will have your own two little corrupted souls to do whatever you wish for."
Jakob thought for a moment and then gave a resolute nod.
"I',m here to learn."
Ekrizdis stood up and spread his arms out as he shouted in what Jakob believed was happiness. He then stepped out into another room, and just when Jakob walked took this moment to watch the book he had eyed before. He opened it and started to read the text inside with wide eyes.
When the Slytherin boy had waited for a while and was about to decide if he was going to follow after the man, he heard Two crying voices pleading for help.
Jakobs felt a stone in his stomach as two naked people with chains around their arms and neck were brought over to him and made with a swish from Ekrizdis wand kneeled in front of the teenage boy.
"Please help us." cried the man who stared at Jakob with pleading and fear in his eyes. He has dirty and starved. The beard on his face had grown long, and the smell he gave off made Jakob start breathing with his mouth.
"He took our son. We haven't seen him. Please, he was only 8 years old." whispered the woman, making Jakob switch his gaze to her. She was beyond repair. She wasn't showing any emotions, and like the man beside her, she had been starved. The dark blonde woman moved her gaze to meet Jakobs, and he noticed that her eyes didn't even care that a boy stood in front of her.
"Oh. You have seen him, Jakob. He was the one that you held hands with just a moment ago. The one you wanted to meet again." sniggered Ekrizdis as he waved his wand, slicing the tounges clean off from the two ex-parents. The Quade heir restrained himself when the act had been done. Not thinking that Ekrizdis could do anything worse to them. Even if they were muggles, no one deserved this. He wanted to close his eyes and turn away when he saw the blood pouring out from their mouths, but he knew that the ill man was testing him. If he backed out now, he would never have a chance to go back home.
"Alright, no more chatting." hissed Ekrizdis with a low voice.
" killing a person sends the soul away. The trick is to catch it before it flies to where we can't reach it."
" You mean the afterlife?" asked Jakob giving Ekrizdis a glance as the man nodded in disgust.
" Both places are so thirsty for the souls. Why should they have them? What have they done to deserve such power? No, these two are going to be with us, Jakob, and you will do it. Now a little question. How do you trick a soul?"
The Slytherin thought for a moment and looked over at the different furniture.
"You torment them," answered Jakob, and the man jumped in joy.
"Very good, very good. Yes, torment is usually the best way but seeing as we don't have time for that, we are going to do something else. This requires two people and is much faster. I discovered this together with an old friend of mine, but he didn't like what was happening, and the coward ran to his other friends." Jakob could guess who Ekrizdis meant but stayed silent.
Ekrizdis told Jakob the incantation he had to do and the emotion that was tied into it. Jakob was going to slowly kill the woman, and before her dying breath, Ekrizdis would trap her soul inside the box.
"There will only be a short moment, so watch carefully how I do it because you are doing it to that man over there."
The two dark-cloaked wizards stood beside each other, and the older, disfigured one glanced at Jakob.
"I'm ready when you are."
The boy took a breath, closed his eyes and started chanting in an old tongue that was not a language he had heard before.
The woman looked like she was being choked, but she didn't resist or try to escape. She was ready for the release of death and her husband too.
When Jakob was nearly done, Ekrizdis swished his wand, and the woman's chest was cut open and spread to the sides. The man beside her passed out, something Jakob envied him for. Ekrizdis flicked his wand again, uttering the final incantation. Suddenly, a Yellow light was visible right beside the woman's heart.
"Grab it Quickly!" Jakob reached out with the black box and closed the lid around it.
"Very good! Smirked Ekrizdis. She had a fine little soul. Let us finish up the man so I can show you the next step.
The man was easier to do as he already had passed out and only opened his eyes when his chest was cut open.
Soon they stood with two small black boxes, and Jakob listened carefully as Ekrizdis taught him the spells he had to do.
"If you manage to do the spell chain right and with the correct emotion, you will see that the result is going to be marvellous."
Jakob nodded and pointed his wand towards one of the open boxes. As he started to mumble the different incantations, he noticed that the soul dimmed quicker than when Ekrizdis had shown him. Soon, the soul was the shadowy black sphere that Jakob needed.
" You have an affinity for this, Jakob. I hope that you one day tell the world about who your teacher was." grinned Ekrizdis as he gestured for the boy to do the same on the other piece of soul.
When everything was done, Ekrizdis closed the two boxes and waved his wand, making a leather punch of some of the closet's skin. He gently put the two boxes inside it and handed it over to Jakob, who gave the empty-skin-faced man a wary look while reaching forward with his hand. He accepted the string of hair that functioned like a rope, closing the bag shut.
"You are welcome here anytime, Jakob LeFay. Don't be a stranger and visit me soon. I will prepare something wonderful to eat next time, seeing as I wasn't prepared for such an honourable guest now."
With a slight bow, Jakob prepared to leave. He had only one question left on his mind.
"Before I go. I want to ask one last question. What is the purpose of this? Creating dementors and this place, what is the end goal?"
The man sat silent for a moment, his mouth not portraying any emotion.
" There will come a day. A day when the great war will destroy everything. When that day arrives, it won't matter if you are pure of blood or a mudblood. Magical or non-magical. Human or creature. I'm building a legion, strong enough to fight the enemies that are, at this very moment scratching at our doorstep. The dementors will prove effective, but I fear I'm only one person, and the dementors take time to build. When I'm dead, they will continue multiplying, but it's my responsibility to prepare them."
Jakob waited for the man to continue, but Ekrizdis was done. The Quade heir turned and walked out from the fortress. Was Ekrizdis truly mad, or had Ekrizdis seen something that no one else had? When Jakob exited, he took one last glance at the fort before taking up his medallion.
" One down, now I only need the sand and find out the rune scheme. The worst is probably behind me now. Hogwarts."
"Back at the Present timeline."
" Dumbledore, have you found anything that could you get them back yet?"
The aged man sat behind his desk, looking towards Lilly, who sat on her chair with worry in her eyes. The rest of the staff had just finished their meeting, and just as everyone was about to leave, Lilly couldn't hold her worry in. They all looked towards him for answers, and the headmaster sighed.
" I'm afraid there isn't much to go on right now. I have recovered a book that can lead to some clues of what type of runes Heir Quade was using, but I need more time to figure them out."
"If you need any help Headmaster, you know where to find me." Said Ms Webb and turned, walking out from the headmaster's office together with a few others.
" Dumbledore, who had given the Defence professor an appreciative nod, turned his attention back towards Lilly.
"I will do anything in my power to get your daughter back, but It will take more time, Lady Potter. But I'm certain that we will have the kids back soon."
Dumbledore was also worried. Lord Quade had not taken it lightly that his son was missing and had put together his own investigation group made out of wizards and witches from the department of mysteries. They were right now studying the place of disappearance.
Though Dumbledore would never say it out loud, he was relieved that more experienced people were on this case. But there had to be some kind of breakthrough soon. House Mafloy and Quade had taken a more aggressive role both in and outside the wizengamot. Putting more pressure on Dumbledore, which the already stressed headmaster didn't need right now.
Malfoy had even gone to such lengths to try to have him removed. But the most important thing was still gnawing at the back of his mind. If Jakob was who he believed, He could be gone. He mustn't.
As he saw Lilly, the last of them, walk out of his office, he leaned back in his seat and looked towards Fawks, sitting on his perch.
" I might need to visit an old friend if it continues like this." Said Dumbledore with sorrow in his eyes.
