Le gasp, could we finally be concluding this story?! Only time can tell.
There was a tremble in his mind, a lack of what to do festered in his heart as he sat beside his charge in the quiet dorm room. All the other toons had fled at his command, leaving just the two of them at Hogwarts for the moment.
Blacky sighed, distressed and contemplating on his next course of action.
His letters to other toons had arrived and he was treated to worse news then before. Fenrir was growing stronger, gathering energy as he slaughtered innocent toons. Blacky held no clues as for what he could do to stop his brother's rampage, until he received a letter from Merlin.
"I had met your dear brother's Shade, as did young Harry. The boy owns his heartless after all, which might give you an upper hand in this fight." The old wizard had wrote, and Blacky was forming ideas as he red on.
The elder had heard of shades wandering after the body had been banished, but for both the shade and heartless to be drawn to his charge could only spell either doom or victory for them
"That brat, always making friends everywhere he goes." The toon sounded so weary, tired of all the years of torment and fear he was forced to endure upon following his brother into doing that damned magic.
"But, if his shade is here and has taken a shine to Harry then there might be hope for him." Blacky sighed, ears lowered as he finally realized he couldn't run from his own fate.
"I just hope Harry can forgive me."
Harry felt something akin to dread fill him as he walked the silent halls of Hogwarts. Blacky had cheekily given him the letter he had received, gagging at what was written before leaping at the laughing toon.
'Why did Blacky seem to sad?' The elder hid it well, but there was a lingering sadness in his eyes as he followed the pre-teen to watch him flounder.
Misfit cooed from the shadows, feeling the unease drifting in the air as they walked toward the third floor where Blacky had told him to wait. 'Weren't we told not to come here? I don't remember.' He thought and paused at seeing the elder toon talking with a hooded figure.
"Come along brat, we've got much to do." Harry jumped at the voice, so similar to Blacky's yet much younger. The toon shook his head and smacked the hooded figure.
"Don't startle him, you idiot." He scolded before turning his attention to the pre-teen. "You must be considerably confused at this turn of events, but recent news has forced my hand." Blacky sighed, eyes firm and tone hard.
"I was called to the front lines, to help combat the threat of my brother's return." Harry paused at that, unsure of where the toon was going with that.
"Because of our relation, the Order of Toons had decided that I would be the best one in sealing him away, commending the Pit as my own prison once more as well." Harry felt his eyes widen at his words, mouth dry and heart pounding.
"In order to save the worlds, I need to be banished away alongside Fenrir. Or so we've been told." The hooded figure coughed, signaling his desire to speak.
"It's only a speculation, the Order is unsure if he can even be sealed with how much power he had consumed. So that's where you come in, little one." The hood was pulled back and Harry gasped at the playful blue eyes of fenrir greeted him.
"Hello again, my friend. I wish we could be meeting in a less then pressing moment, but time is running out for us. With the rising of Fenrir and the awakening of Morpheus ,those dark shadows you've seen, we have limited time for action so we decided to send off your personal toons to their homes for the time being, rest assured they will come back after the threat is dealt with." fenrir spoke, tone soft. Harry nodded, understanding the dire events unfolding before him.
"So then, is there anyway we can defeat this guy?" He asked and both elders frowned.
"There has been another method that could help, however it needs an insane level of magics, human magics I must stress. Since you're much too young and your magic is mostly toonified, we'll need to improvise. That's where my dear brother comes in." He looked to Blacky, who sighed.
"I will return to my original form and become a buffer for the sealing, the outcome of the event will not differ if I had merely banished him away myself, it just might make things easier." He told them, ears twitching. Blacky bent down to Harry's level and reached over to grasp his arms.
"Understand this, Harry, that whatever outcome happens I will always be with you." The pre-teen felt tears building up behind his eyes at the toon's words, throwing himself into the rabbit's arms for a hug.
Blacky grunted but held firm, wrapping himself around the boy as if to protect him from all danger.
"I'm sorry to be putting you through this brat," He muttered softly, fur ruffled. Harry sniffled as he clung to him, trying to imprint the moment within his mind. fenrir looked away from the scene, unable to watch.
"Come, we must prepare for the Final battle."
The final conclusion is upon us.