„Wish me luck, mum!" I say and inhale deeply only a single step outside of the ritual room. Crossing the door, I literally can feel the static magic withing the room. Wearing nothing but a cloak out of linen to not interrupt the magics.
The room would be black as night, if the room weren't lid by countless silver runes carved into the walls. The runes shine seems pulsating. The light reflects by several vases that hold different offerings to power the ritual I am about to partake.
I never would have thought it possible, but I found my mother. Well, a portrait of my mother, but nonetheless. To hear her voice and be supported and guided by the last part of true family. And seeing the things she prepared for me to have a better life. I grin and take another step.
Behind me, outside of the room stands Dobby knitting his ears. "Thank you, Dobby!" I whisper with tears in my eyes over my shoulder. And this is no ordinary thank you either. It was his concern about my wellbeing that led me to this day. Followed by his concern we began talking about the life of a house elf and it ended with him working for me. I stop pondering and continue to the middle of the room.
Arriving in the middle I sit down, in front of me a ritual knife. Cut into the stone the same Sowilo rune that is marking my forehead. This is it; I mumble. Taking the knife, I cut deep into my left hand and let drop blood on the rune that represents the sun, power and life. As the blood drips down and gets distributed in the different circles in the room I start to recite what I learned by heart.
Ego, Harry James Potter, me offero.Mea omnia offero.Identitas, corpus, anima, virgula.Omnia mea offero et reparari iubeo.Sit magicae adiuva me ut nova fiant.Praeter omnia mea medicamenta collecta ad processum sustinendum offero.Renasci e cineribus quod olim fuit.Fingi optime possim.Innovari.Fingi fortius.Ego confido in te. And repeat.
At first, I start to feel a surge of power around me. But I don't let myself get distracted. Closing my eyes, I concentrate on the recitation and the meaning of it and repeat the reciting.
Dobby is keeping a good distance towards the ritual to not affect it is witnessing a white shape taking a feminine form. It appears to come from his masters body itself. It looks not unlike a ghost but it has more substance than a regular ghost. From the side he only sees red hair. The apparition is caressing his masters head, he hears a feminine voice saying "My dear Harry, continue. Keep on concentrating, it's almost done". The mist in the room is spreading, moved by an invisible force. Different colors begin to appear over his masters body. And ever so slowly they begin to melt off of him. Some of them accompanied by a snapping sound while his masters face grimaced at those moment. But he continues and recites the incantation stubbornly. Thinking back at his dismissal as he wanted to warn his master of danger in Hogwarts, he knew that his master was probably the most stubborn wizard there is. The magical mist itself is becoming so thick he cannot see his master any longer. But he isn't begins to relax and releases his ears, it seems all is happening as it was pla... a pained scream interrupts his thoughts, followed by an yell "No! I didn't knew of you being there, but you will be substance for my son. Harry, you will not stop concentrating and reciting no matter what!" Grabbing his ears again he is wringing them harder than ever and stares at the ritual.
A black shape with angry red eyes appears through the mist. Although with less substance than the feminine one. "What is the meaning of this?" it yells. The feminine spirit loses its kind smile and with a stern look in her eyes answers "I don't know how you ended up in here, but you will not interfere. Harry continue with the recitation. Don't forget to be you best-self possible and know that I will always love you!". Dobby doesn't know how his master is handling all this, and tries to see him, to be reassured he is safe, without interrupting the ritual. Between the waves of mist he gets a climpse of his master and the red, grimacing, tearful face does nothing to reassure Dobby.
Full of worry he almost takes steps towards his master. But he knows he cannot interfere and he is needed afterwards. Banging his head against the doorframe he ignores what is happening for he is not able to help just yet.
The magic in the room is getting agitated and started to swirls increasingly faster around Harry. You can hear roars and cracking created by the ritual. In between you hear a youth mumbling, sometimes a loving "I love you my son" and ever so often in between a "I am the greatest wizard of them all!" as well as a "I am immortal!" and a "I will never be defeated!". He hopes his master will be safe. As the angry voice is growing silent he hears another "I love you my son!" and in the emotions he knows that it will be the last time he hears the feminine spirit speak and suddenly with a loud bang the until now roaring, crackling and uncontrollable mist comes to a standstill. It looks like someone has taken a picture of this moment.
Compared to the loud noises before the silence now has an eerily and chilling feeling accompanying it. Dobby stills, subconsciously shivers so he holds even stronger to the doorframe. He wants to get in and help his master so much but he is forbidden. So, he stands there and stares. Suddenly a huge suction force appears and all of the mist in the room is sucked increasingly faster not only towards the center of the ritual circle where his master sits, but it appears that his master is absorbing the mist. The force gets so strong it affects Dobby, who never touched the mist. Luckily, he was holding onto the doorframe. If people were watching they now could see a houseelf flapping in the wind.
Just like never will see a flapping Dobby, no one will ever know that just before the loud bang the colors of the black spirit with the red eyes were beginning to fade fast and it was becoming one with the mist. Knowing the fight was won the white spirit smiles and gave her son a last kiss on his forehead and guides the ritual through the last steps while slowly fading as well. With the bang Pain never known explodes within Harry and he loses consciousness.
As some of the colors bled out of Harry in the ritual chamber, different gizmos that huffed and puffed for a long time in the headmasters office of Hogwarts stopped working. But since the headmaster is taking care of some issues of the ICW in Geneva it will take some time until this tidbit of knowledge is known.