Chapter Twenty

"Mr. Zambini?"

Without looking up from the ground, Blaise began to empty every pocket on him. Quietly speaking, "I overheard Pansy and another girl talking about raising the Dark Lord. They wanted Ron Weasley, Susan Bones, Luna Lovegood, Millicent Bulstrode, and Draco Malfoy. Pansy said 'The spell requires the blood of an ancient, the body of a rival, the soul of a virgin, and the mind of a childish one.' Then she talked about a sacrifice and a scapegoat. The names were in that order of being needed."

With each shrunken item falling to the ground, the Mages politely enlarged them and he continued, "These were things that Pansy had in her room. I was able to copy the parchments and collect one small vial of this blood."

Each Mage could only stare in surprise at the vial Blaise held in his hands. Osiris was the first to blink. All those years of training, studying, and being forced to remember ancient spells was coming into play. Only one spell was been lectured in full depth, while others were skimmed over, and this one spell was suppose to be lost forever. "Spiritual Life Curse. Its very ancient and was suppose to be lost. It's to raise a spirit into the chosen body of a rival, an enemy. Then the spirit will absorb the enemy's being to take over and live. But when the spirit succeeds, it's immortal."

"Nothing can kill him?" Blaise trembled in fear. If the Dark Lord succeeded, he may finally rule over the Magical Community as an immortal being.

No one answered him because their minds were wrapped around that one vial, Raja was the one to squeal, "You took that vial of blood? The real vial of blood?"

Blaise nodded, unsure as to why they were all suddenly smiling, "I used a Dark spell to duplicate the vial, making an exact twin on the outside."

Raja began leaping to her feet in joy, squealing loudly as her companions frowned, "Wonderful!" Seeing the confusion on the young student's face as the other Mages slowly had the thought dawn on them, "For the spell to work, it will need every drop of the blood. With this twin you made, the spell might not work."

"I hear a 'but,' my sister."

Raja blushed at the steady golden gaze of her twin, "Um, yeah. But if the spell had worked, there might have been a chance to stop the spirit from being immortal. It would have to happen before the take over of the rival's body. The ones being sacrificed for this spell will have the chance to fight back, unless they are too weak or willing to let go of life. Though I doubt it since the list of students have been said, they would rather live then die. Also, if the spell should be broken in any way, whether the sacrifices fight back and win or the duplicated vial is used, then the castors of the spell will die."

Isis grimly smiled, "Now that I know what happened to Old Cassius, I need to find all the traitors with this Pansy child. I need to collect every drop of his blood and the dead bodies of the traitors for She-Demon."

Blaise blinked, "Uh, professor?"

"My life depends on it, boy. But can you tell us anything more?"

The Slytherin male's dark eyes glazed over as he ran through possible hide-outs. It was then he realized his parents never owled him since the demise of the Dark Lord, and if that was true then he had an idea of where they all were and who was all involved. "I have an idea of where they could be. And if I'm right, all the Death Eaters will have been freed already, hiding there."

And freed they were. The Death Eaters listened to the three females proudly stating their Lord's plans of revival, "We have the power to raise our Lord. Not even that pathetic demon of a queen can stop us. We've also learned how to deal with the Mages. They'll be sent to search for that Hydra, whose blood we took, and clues to his killer. By the time they discover our plans, our Lord will be immortal! We will finally succeed in his plans!"

As they cheered, two Death Eaters wondered how to proceed now when a soft hissing alerted them to something they had forgotten. Just a foot away from them, curled in a corner by the fireplace, was the Dark Lord's familiar, Nagini. They had forgotten the lovely white snake with red eyes had survived her Master's demise, as well as the trouble he had with controlling the proud snake. Just maybe they had an ally in their hopeful scrambling plan.