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Chapter 13: Mother Dearest
Rayne and Harry got up and got dressed quickly. They grabbed there wands and followed Alana to a dark Hallway. Suddenly a door appeared out of nowhere. The Room of Requirements.
"In here should be everything we need to perform the ritual. We have to get started. We have to be done by sunrise." Alana told them urgently.
"Why by sunrise?" Harry asked curiously
"Because, at sunrise, I am going to sacrifice myself in order to turn you into Day-walkers. This ritual will allow me to do that." Alana replied.
Harry just responded with silence. He suddenly had a realization of how serious this situation was. Alana was willing to die again, and Rayne was willing to go through the death of her mother twice, all so they can save the world.
"We need to get started." Alana said turning the handle to the room. She swung the door open and Rayne and Harry gasped at the scene in front of them. It looked like they had walked into a small alcove on the far side of the lake. Weeping Willows surrounded the alcove and a beautiful garden filled with bright colored flowers grew around the edge of the water. In the far corner of the alcove stood a marble pedestal with a very old leather bound book set on top of it. Next to the book lay a very ornate knife. Its handle was made of Ruby's and diamonds and engraved in the blade of the knife in delicate letters were the words "One does not gain power without first experiencing Pain."
"Everything we need for the ritual is here." Alana told them. "I just want to warn you that this ritual is forbidden magic, and will cause you both intense pain."
"We can handle it." Harry said confidently. Taking Rayne's hand and leading her to the Pedestal with Alana following behind them.
"The first part of the ritual you need to perform yourselves. Alana informed them
She walked over to the book and opened it. She turned a few pages and finally settled on the page she had been looking for.
"Here is the spell; I will be on the other side of the lake as I do not care to watch this." Alana said as she turned and walked away.
Harry stepped over to the book and began to read aloud.
The forbidden blood ritual will bind souls of two lovers making them one. They shall share a magical bond that when tested will prove fatal to any foe. Once this spell is performed, the two souls are bound even n death. Should one of the two die, the other shall live on being able to call upon the powers of the dead one. The one that lives will be cursed forever and will never be able to love again until they join the other in death.
"Now I understand." Harry said quietly.
He finally realized why Alana was there. If somehow one of them had died in battle, their ability to love would be gone, and they could never defeat Voldemort. If they were both dead, Voldemort would never win, and Phoenix wouldn't know what hit him because he wouldn't know, after all he still thought he had murdered his mother. It all made sense.
Harry began to read the spell and Rayne read the spell carefully over Harry's shoulder. If there had been one thing he had learned after the Polyjuice potion during Second year, it was to thoroughly read any potion or spell before he made or performed it. He had always been a little freaked out by what had happened to Hermione when she accidentally put Millicent's cat's hair in her Polyjuice potion.
"Ready?" Harry asked Rayne.
"Ready." Rayne replied.
Harry picked up the knife and held it to his left wrist and slit it holding in a scream of pain.
Rayne took the knife from Harry bloody hand and slit her left wrist.
They held there bleeding wrists together crossing each others wounds and letting each other's blood flow around them and into the open cuts.
Rayne and Harry, now bleeding to death spoke the incantation together.
Let thy blood bind my heart
Let our minds and souls never part
Forever each other from this moment on
Bind us so even death can not break our bond
Our power over darkness one like no one has seen
Let love be our guide and strength be our means.
As soon as they had finished the incantation, a bright light began to swell up around them. Harry's scar began to glow white hot on his forehead. Rayne felt a searing pain on her left shoulder. The lightning bolt the Harry had marked her with was burning also. They were lifted off the ground in the light. Suddenly they screamed in pain. They could feel there souls being ripped in two. Still joined at the wrist, they took there free hands and joined them together trying to comfort each other in their pain. Out of nowhere they began to feel a throbbing pain in there heads as a lifetime of memories were forced into there minds. They saw each others entire lives in about 60 seconds. And just as suddenly as it started, it stopped. They were thrown to the ground, and at some point during the fall, they had separated. They world went black.
It was probably about half an hour before Harry began to stir. He had never felt so much pain in his entire life. All the battles and duels had never compared to this. It was as if he had been hit by a freight train. He had no will to get up. He just was barely able to open his eyes. He looked down at his wrist and noticed that the cut from the ritual was gone, replaced by a thin scar. His eyes looked around, he didn't see Rayne anywhere. Slowly he willed himself off the ground, his head still throbbing. He stood up and looked around. He was still in the alcove by the lake in the room of requirements.
"Rayne?" he called out into the darkness.
"Over here." Rayne called back out of the shadows behind him.
Harry turned to see Rayne and Alana step out of the shadows.
"How do you feel?" Alana asked him.
"Awful." Harry let out a grown as he rubbed his temple.
"It gets worse from here, ready for part two? We only have a couple of hours. You will probably be out for about two days, maybe three depending on how long it takes your body to accept the change. And we have to leave this room to do it. This room is an exact replica of a real alcove by the lake. It is invisible to students because it has strong protection and cloaking charms around it. Only those who have seen it can find it. You have seen it here, so it will not be any trouble for you to find it. Meet me there in an hour; I have to bite you at sunrise in order for you to be able to walk in the daylight." Alana explained.
"We will be there in one hour." Rayne told her mother.
Alana nodded and left.
Harry and Rayne looked at each other and suddenly realized that even though their wounds had healed, they were still covered in blood.
"We had better go change clothes." Rayne told him.
Harry agreed.
"Rayne, is it true that when we are turned into Vampires, we will be stuck looking the way we do at the moment we were bit?" Harry asked her.
"Yes, so you better put some thought into your appearance because I am gonna have to look at you that way for an eternity." She said jokingly.
"What if we use a glamour charm, and change our appearance before we get bitten.' Harry inquired.
"Then you will be stuck looking like that forever." Rayne said. "Besides, if we suddenly turned up looking different, people would become suspicious, and Phoenix will catch on, so forget it."
"It was just a thought." Harry said disappointed.
"Well, I suppose you could give yourself a small makeover, but nothing drastic." Rayne relented noting his disappointment. She could feel his heart give a slight leap, like a little child just told that he had been good and would get a present.
"That would be a great excuse for our disappearance. We were getting makeovers for three days." Harry joked with her.
"I have never heard of a guy admitting he had a "makeover"." Rayne laughed.
They had finally reached their room careful not to be seen due to the amount of blood covering there clothes.
Harry decided to fix his notoriously unruly hair with a glamour charm. He then decided to make himself look just a few years older. Being stuck as a seventeen year old for the rest of his life wasn't really his idea of the way he wanted to look for the rest of eternity. He decided to age himself to 21. He looked in his dresser mirror and saw a man staring back at him. He was taller, far more muscular, and his hair was short, clean cut, and had a few blonde streaks sprinkled throughout. Satisfied, he decided to get dressed. He went over to his closet, and realized that now his clothes were too small. He walked over to his school bag and grabbed his transfiguration book. He flipped through it until he came to the chapter titled Helpful Household Spells. He found a spell for repairing and enlarging clothes created by a young wizard who had refused to throw away his favorite pair of jeans. He quickly used the spell on his clothes, and got dressed. He decided to wear a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt and a leather jacket. The classic bad boy look.
Meanwhile Rayne was getting ready in the bathroom. She had thought about what Harry had said about making minor changes in appearance since that was the way they would be stuck looking. She had felt him changing himself. She was sure he hadn't attuned himself to there strong link yet. He was to preoccupied thinking about everything that was going on. Rayne looked in the mirror. Maybe Harry was on to something. If she was gonna die, she was gonna look damn good when she did. With that Rayne began to get ready. She decided to age herself as well, and like Harry chose the age of 21. She also decided to change her hair. She then put on some light makeup and polished her nails. When she finally stopped and took assessment of her "makeover" in the mirror, she liked what she saw. She looked older with a slender body that curved in all the right places. Her hair was longer, and reached halfway down her back. She had decided to keep the color the same, light brown with blonde streaks. She looked great and felt great. She decided for fun, to dress the way she felt. She pulled out a denim mini skirt, a black baby t with the word "Brat" scrawled across the front in pink letters. She pulled out a pair of black stilettos sandals that had strings that criss-crossed up her leg. She looked as good as she felt. She was ready to die.
She came out of the Bathroom and received a very approving glance from Harry, one, which she was more than happy to return. They didn't need to tell each other what they were thinking. They just joined hands and walked out of the room.
They followed the path to the lake, carefully staying in the shadows so as not to be seen. When they arrived at the far side of the lake, they recognized the weeping willow trees, but it looked as if there was nothing but water all around them. Rayne decided to take a chance and she stepped on the water wear the path to the alcove should be. To her surprise she didn't sink. She took another step forward and disappeared from Harry's view. Harry took the hint and followed her.
"That is a clever cloaking charm." Rayne admitted.
"It was made by one of the best witches of all time, Rowena Ravenclaw. She was extremely gifted in Charms." Alana told them seemingly coming out of nowhere. She looked over the couple standing in front of her.
"You two came prepared; I wish I had thought to make myself younger before I was turned." Alana said with a smile.
"We are ready." Rayne told her.
"So am I. It was good to see you again Rayne. I hope you know that I will always be with you." Alana said tears forming in her eyes.
"I know." Rayne whispered and swept her mother into a hug.
When they parted, Alana went over to Harry.
"Take good care of her." She spoke softly.
"I will," Harry said reassuringly.
Alana turned so that she was facing both of them.
"Ok, here is what I need you to do. I am going to bite both of you, after I have bled you, I will ask you to drink my blood which will be a combination of both of yours. I will need you to drink it at the same time, exactly at sunrise. You need to drink until I have nothing left and when the sun rises I will turn to ash and my soul will be free. I have fulfilled my deepest desire which is to help save our world and can rest in peace." Alana spoke wistfully as if death was an invited guest.
"We have twenty minutes till sunrise, which should be just enough time." Rayne broke in hurriedly.
"So let's get started, who is first." Alana asked them.
Harry and Rayne looked at each other and nodded. Harry stepped forward.
Alana walked up to him, brushed his cheek with her hand, brought her face to his neck and bit him. He let out a cry of pain, and slowly as Alana sucked his life force out of him, fell to his knees, and then the world went black again. When Alana had finished she walked over to Rayne. She kissed her daughter on the cheek and said her final goodbye. Then she bit Rayne, but Rayne did not cry out in pain, she did not speak a word, because the minute that Harry died, she could feel nothing at all. Alana knew this, which is why she had said her good byes before she bit them. Rayne saw her world going black, but she didn't care, she had died with Harry.
The next thing Either Harry or Rayne remembered, was the feeling of a warm liquid running down there throats. They gravitated towards the source of the liquid. All they knew was that they wanted more. They drank, and drank, until there was nothing left, they didn't even realize what they were doing yet. Just as they finished, they blacked out again.
Harry was the first one to wake. He noticed it was a beautiful day. The sun was high in the sky. It took him a moment to remember where he was. Then, suddenly, the memories came flooding back to him. He sat up, still feeling a little light-headed, and saw Rayne still lying on the ground. He got up and went to her side. He felt her presence in his mind, he could feel her blood flowing in his veins, he could sense her breathing. Just then she stirred. As she woke, she wanted to ask if he as ok, but the words wouldn't come to her.
"I am fine." Harry replied. "I can feel our link now, it just took me longer than you expected. You were right; I had a lot on my mind."
Rayne just looked at him and smiled. It seemed words were no longer necessary.
She looked over towards the lake and saw a pile of ashes. She smiled. It had worked. She just wondered how long they had been out.
"I guess we will find out when we get back." Harry said responding to her unasked question again.
"We need to figure out exactly how deep our link runs now. We also need to be very careful about our mental capabilities. If you answer everything I think aloud, people are going to become suspicious. You need to learn to communicate silently." Rayne, having finally found her voice, said discreetly.
They decided to stay in the alcove for one more day to recover from there ordeal. There bodies still ached from the traumatic experience they just had been put through. There heads still ached as well. They had died and been re-born.
"The moment you died, was the coldest I have ever felt. I felt no love, I didn't care about dying, I felt completely empty." Rayne recalled quietly.
"Don't worry; I will never die on you again." Harry told her.
She smiled. "That's right; you can't kill someone who is already dead."
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