I'm back again with a new update. I'm still quite worried for this earthquake so close to home and I'm turning to writing to keep my mind off it. Pleas pray for all the victims and those who were left with nothing because of this tragedy.


"What the hell were you thinking?" she complained "Mutilating your soul like that… No wonder you're batshit insane!"

Everyone was now looking at her in confusion while Voldemort was wide eyed. How could this girl know his secret, the reason for his immortality?

"And you didn't have the decency to stop at one…. Nooo, let's make seven, it's such a pretty number!" she mocked running her hands through her hair.

"Who cares if someone finds them and destroys them, too? Whatever shall you ever do with a soul after all, such useless things, they are" she was full on ranting now.

Blaise moved forward and took her into his arms, stopping her pacing.

He hugged her tight in his arms and did his best to sooth her "Calm down, Cara. Whatever it is, I'm sure that there is a solution and you'll be able to help him. Now, take a deep breath"

"Alright, I'm calm now. I can fix this. It's not too late" she said breathing deeply

"Good" he said "Do you need anything?"

She snorted, not ladylike at all "Yes, like a fuck ton of things." She sighed once again passing her hand through her hair "It will take a couple of days to gather it all and prepare the ritual"

"What in Salazar's name are you talking about girl?" Voldemort hissed angrily. He couldn't get out of her petrifying curse and that irked him to no end.

Alya turned angrily at him "Do you know the consequences of creating an horcrux?" she yelled "Did you even bother to properly research before attempting such a feat? NO? Well let me enlighten you." She said

"When you split your soul, you lose that part. Right along with it, you say bye bye to your sanity too! Records state that after a time, people who created an horcrux would become irritable, angry, paranoid before transforming into murdering psychopaths! I can say you have that down already. But it's not all. Nooo. Along with you soul, you split your very core! Your magic is your very essence. Magic is tightly entwined with the soul. When one goes the other follows! Why do you think a wizard can die of magical exhaustion instead of simply becoming a muggle?! Because soul and magic are united in a single wonderful creation that is a wizard's life! So, not only you lost part of your soul by creating horcruxes but your magic too making yourself weaker!"
She was breathing heavily now, her face red in anger, but she was not done yet.

"Every time you split your soul cleanly in half, same with your magic. EVERY FUCKING TIME! What you are left with is but a shred of your magical core and soul! You're nothing but a shell of the man you were supposed to be decades ago! The only thing left is a murdering psychopath that is too far gone to realize how reckless and idiotically he's acting! You had goals, dreams to better our world. Where are they now? They're lost to your insanity."

She stepped closer to him, putting herself face to face with the man who should be her father.

"I will tell you what happens now. And you will submit without complaint" she whispered coldly "You will subject yourself to the ritual to restore your soul and magic. I don't give a shit if you want to be immortal or a unicorn, you will do it or so help me I will tie you down and force you! You already lost a horcrux, the one that held the biggest part of your being. Do you want to lose anymore?"
Voldemort widened his eyes in fear. It was not possible! His horcruxes were safely hidden and guarded. Besides he would have felt a part of himself being killed.

"You're wondering how that could happen right? Well, a spirit can't feel much and honestly I think you're far too gone by now to notice if another one was killed anyway. Lucky you, I know a way to recall that piece to the living world. It's incredibly difficult and draining and needs a sacrifice, but I can do it. Aren't you happy to have such a prodigious daughter?" she asked sickly sweet.

"I will need the ritual chamber prepared" she told to her Uncle Lucius "Have the elves sterilize it and do the same to the potion lab, I need that by morning to prepare the potion he will need. Fenrir could I have your assistance in procuring some ingredients?"

"Why?"

"Because you know the forests better than I do and while I could do it myself if I wanted, your help would save me precious time" She said "I'll reward you for your help"

"What's in it for me?" he asked, not needing it, but curious as to what she would offer him. He liked the girl well enough to help her without rewards, but he was not stupid to pass up the offer.

"I will offer medical treatments to anyone in need of it for your Pack" she said

The werewolf looked at her astonished "Wha'? You'll really have someone heal them?"

"No" she said making him frown, before continuing "When I said I was offering it, I meant that I will personally treat them"

The wolf stared at her long and hard for a moment before sighing "I will do anything you ask me. You have my loyalty, little lady"

"Thank you" she smiled gently "But I will only need a few herbs, freshly harvested"

"Just give me the list and it will be done" he nodded gruffly

"Is there anything we can help with, my lady?" Rabastan asked, wanting to make himself useful. After Azkaban he was a shell of the man he was, sickly, gaunt, weak and barely able to hold a wand without his fingers shaking with the effort. Being useless was slowly killing him, he needed to have a reason to live.

Alya looked at him "Yes, there is something" she said. She really didn't need more help but she sensed his desperate need "I need anchors during the ritual. I could do without but if something unplanned happened it would help me concentrate on the problem more easily if I had someone else maintaining the ritual with me. So you, Rodolphus and Blaise will need to learn a spell for me. You will chant it through all the ritual."

"I can do that" the man smiled, happy to finally have a purpose. If he had to keep roaming the halls of this manor one more day like a ghost he really was going to kill himself.

"Good."

Accioing parchment and quill, she wrote down instructions for everyone. She threw a narrowed look at her father, almost daring him to do something to ruin her plans; then she left to buy the needed potions ingredients she would need and all the necessary materials, Blaise close to her heels.


Heeled boots clicking loudly against the cobblestone pavements of the street, Alya headed towards the Apothecary. Given the nature of certain potions and the need to be administered freshly brewed, this particular shop was open all day and night to give the hospital and whomever had urgent need of ingredients the possibility to purchase them easily and readily.

Blaise was still acting as her shadow, but she didn't mind. She loved him and was grateful for his protectiveness and commitment towards her.

Taking a basket at the entrance of the apothecary she started roaming the shelves and adding ingredients, every once in a while to double check their quality. Halfway through it she asked Blaise to get a second one, because the first basket was full. It was always better to avoid any kind of charm around potion ingredients, even when bottled, so there were no feather light or bottomless charms on the carriers.

Since she was already there, she had decided to stock up on her personal supplies and take all the ingredients she would need to brew all kind of healing potions for the pack, along with the ones required for her father's ritual. By the time she was finished there were four baskets on the counter and a very happy shopkeeper.

Calling for her personal elf, Alya had him deliver the purchases to her room in Malfoy Manor with orders that no one was to touch them.

After that they headed to Knockturn Alley to a store called 'Runes and Rituals' where she would find the other materials needed. She took different candles, chalk made of unicorn horn powder, ritual bowls, an athame, a white silk tunic and three blue ones, different crystals and then headed to the counter.

"Will that be all, miss?" the man asked, weary of the imposing shadowed man at her back

"No, I need a sacrifice for my ritual. What does your shop offer in terms of it?"

"We offer goats, sheeps, chickens.."

"No. I need a stronger sacrifice. Those will not do at all" she waved him off

"Um.. an horse?" seeing her grimace he hurried to remedy "What did you have in mind? I'm sure we'll be able to procure it"

"No.. I don't think you would be able to. Forget about it" she said "The bill, if you please"

"Of course, miss" he said quickly ringing up everything

"What will you need as a sacrifice that they couldn't procure?" Blaise asked once out of the shop

"A unicorn" she said sighing "possibly an old one who's already close to dying. I don't like to kill innocent creatures, but the ritual will only work with a powerful magical creature of the light to contrast the darkness and death of the horcruxes"

"I see.. Leave it to me" he told her "I will go to the Forbidden Forest and find one that fits the criteria. I've been running around the place for half of the past year and I know my way around."

"Thank you" she sighed

"I can't believe he really created horcruxes, and so many of them" He said shaking his head

"Neither can I"

He swung an arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to his body "I'll be alright, you'll see"

"Yeah, we just have to survive two more days and one of the most difficult rituals known to wizard kind"

"Details, details" he said before bending down to kiss her.

"I love you" she whispered against his lips

"As do I, mio amore"'mylove' he replied with another soft kiss "Ti amo" 'I love you'


Once back at the Manor, Alya was emotionally exhausted. Leading Blaise by the hand she walked to her old bedroom, intent on ignoring everyone who tried to keep her from sleep.

Arrived at her destination she pushed Blaise on the bed, before taking off her boots and snuggling against him.

"Goodnight" she whispered placing her head on his shoulder and her hand over his chest

"Goodnight, mia cara" he replied kissing her head softly and curling his arm around her waist.