Dark Magic at Hogwarts
Part of the Story "at Hogwarts" series
-in which characters, problems and motives are introduced and dealt with...or Not
(somewhat connected to Crimson--done by kira who is almost done writing it)
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Harry nor anyother member of his possy is own by me...yet
The set up was easy enough. A simple chalk circle with corresponding marks and simples was all that was needed. Add a few black candles in the right spot and Meg was half way there.
During all of this, the room was in silence, Myrtle had resorted into leaning glowering on one of the walls, when Meg began to ignore her.
When meg was done, she stood back for a moment and looked at her work. Picking up the book she examined her work in correspondence with the diagram. After moving a candle half a centimetre, she slowly and carefully stepped into the middle of the circle.
"you know I should be telling kira or James about this." Myrtle said coolly.
"But your not." Meg said needing down on the cold tiled floor.
The girls looked into each others eyes, sharing a moment of complete understanding. Both had been made fun of in the past. Made to feel helpless and weak. Myrtle had died like that; weak and powerless. And now there was a chance, a slim change, but still a chance for one of them to change. To get the much needed never that both of them needed in their lives. It might have been too late for one of them, but maybe not the other.
"okay, here goes something." She said as she picked up the book and started humming the words to herself. The directions were clear and simple, written in a hand that seemed to know what they were doing. Picking up the knife she hesitantly made two cuts on her palm as the book described. It hurt, but she went on. With her bloodied hands, she moved the knife up to her left culler bone and made a cut on the stretched flesh covering it. Then with shaky hands, she cut the other.
Dropping the knife, she picked up the wand. She held it tightly watching the blood slowly drip down it. As soon as it flowed their, she pointed the wand to her chest and said in a steady and clear voice, "provolvere se, mancipo mancepo"
All that happened was that the blood from her cuts started to pour out thicker. "That's ok," she said more to herself than to myrtle. "There's more to go. And this time its in English."
Looking down to the book, she tried not o drizzle on the yellow pages. There was more to say. So taking a deep breath, she once again pointed the wand at her person and read from the book.
"Mother moon and father sun
Give me the power to change
Give the mouse the lions tooth to keep the wolves at bay
Reverse the roles
Father moon and mother sun
Reverse the roles
Make the meek bold
And the coward brave
Fill me with your power
Leaders of light, knights of darkness
Give me tooth, give me claw
Make me a force to be reckoned with
I am your servant, if you are my master
Mother moon and father sun
Please yet you will be done.
Incoho mutation…
Incoho mutation…"
Nothing was happening, so she repeated the last line again. Still nothing and she was beginning to feel the effects of massive blood loss. "Well that was a waste of my time and blood," she said trying to stand on her shack feet.
"careful, are you okay?" she said moving over to the blood covered girl.
"yeah, I could have guessed that no spell could change m-" slipping on the thick blood, Meg fell backwards, banging her head on the floor below. As soon as her head touched the floor, she began to feel as if she were being torn apart.
Her body twisted and contorted in pain. It felt like electricity was being pumped into every part of her body. The flesh and the soul. But as soon as the pain started, it was gone, leaving meg feeling empty and tired.
"Oh my god Meg! Are you okay? Stay right there, I'll be right back with some help!" Myrtle hovered over Meg, planning to rush out the next moment.
"No! Its okay. It was just the spell and the floor. I'm okay, really. Just a bit sore…and bloody." She started to slowly and stiffly getting up and moving towards the mirror to get a good look at her self. She wanted to see if she looked different. More powerful or something. And also to see if she had broken something. Leaning heavily on the old sink she stared into the mirror in front of her. "Hmmm, all that and the only visible change is that my eyes are green and my boobs are slightly bigger…great." Turing towards myrtle, she said "I'm going to go have a bath and clean up."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah." Meg said with two flicks of her wand. One to clean up the mess of blood and candle wax on the floor, and the other to stop the flow of blood pouring out of her hands, arms and upper chest. "I'll be fine."