Magic I Psalm-lemnly Swear
Category: Harry Potter / Le Chevalier D'Eon
Rating: M
Warning: Alcohol consumption, gore, nudity, and heterosexual & homosexual content. Dumbledore bashing, Ron bashing, Ginny bashing, and Molly Weasley bashing. Good!Snape & Controlled!Malfoys
Pairing: Implied Lia/Maximillien, past D'Eon/Maximillien, and D'Eon/Harry Potter
Author's Note: Wow! To me, this took a while to post! With school done and over with until my summer class, I thought I would get at least two chapters in…nope! I ran out of my meds, so I couldn't focus at all and was just so sleepy all the time! Now that I've got my meds, I can finally post this chapter! Most likely the next chapter won't come out until much later with summer classes starting next week… warning: I'm attempting French in this chapter. If any of you know French, please let me know if I made any grammatical errors!
Author's Note2: I updated this chapter because I found some mistakes that I did not notice until after posting this chapter...
Review Answers:
Silvermane1: Thank you! Yes, this story is beginning during the summer before Harry's fifth year and will continue on from there. I'm not going to spoil anything, but no, Sirius is not going to die, but won't get out of the Department of Mysteries unharmed….
Disclaimer: If I had my way, Snape and Maximillien would live. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR LE CHEVALIER D'EON!
Chapter One: I Am Weary with My Groaning
Slowly opening his blue-green eyes, all he could see was foggy white. He felt so numb and weary. All he wanted to do was sleep. In the numbing state he was in, he could just barely understand the voices looming above him coming from blurry figures and faces.
"Ont les os eux-mêmes réinitialiser complément encore?"
"Quelqu'un s'assurer que ses niveaux magiques ne sont pas anormalement fluctuant! Nous ne pouvons pas rejeter sa magie des potions engourdissement encore!"
'A bit too late for that,' he groggily thought to himself as he felt a dull yet hot flash of pain. He closed his eyes and internally prepared for the pain to either go away or to get worse.
"Quelqu'un peut-il me remettre le pot supplémentaire de l'Essence Murtlap? Ses coupes sont pas près de disparaître!"
With his new memories, D'Eon knew that if he was ever administered anything with murtlap in it, it would cause a severe allergic reaction that could be fatal to him. He had to get out of there, but he did not have the strength to get out of the bed, and God be damned that the mediwitches had not yet found the mark on his wrist that signified his allergies to murtlap! In his daze, a memory suddenly washed through his mind…
=Flashback=
"Happy twelfth birthday, D'Eon!" Elizabeth happily exclaimed when his eyes fell on the two-tiered white frosted cake and presents on top of the dining table.
"Is this all for me, sister?" he asked as he turned to look at his sister, happiness in his blue-green eyes that matched his sister's.
She nodded as she lifted a small wrapped box of the table and gave it to him. "Here's your first present before having cake."
Gently taking the box from her, he deftly tore the blue wrapping off the reveal a small velvet-covered box. With a nod from Elizabeth, he gently lifted the lid to see a thick band of silver with a pale stone embedded in it. Taking a closer look at the ring, he could see markings carved into the smooth surface of the band and the family's crest flawlessly carved into the stone. He looked up at Elizabeth with confusion.
Elizabeth only chuckled as she knelt next to him and took the ring out of the small box.
"This ring is the family's heir ring that also acts as a personal portkey, and will protect you from all harmful spells, potions and poisons," she explained to him. "This ring will also mark you as an adult in the Wizarding community. With one drop of your blood, only you can use it and take it off. It automatically sizes itself to you due to these runes," she said as she pointed to some of runes adorning the ring.
"The ring will grow as you grow, and with a single word, you will be automatically transported inside the wards of our chateau."
D'Eon was so happy. His sister had given him an amazing gift!
"Now, all you've got to do is slip the ring onto your right ring finger, put a drop of blood on the stone and say a word that will become your activation code whenever you touch the stone and say it."
D'Eon didn't like to cause harm, but if it was to give him a way to escape to home, then he would do it. Gently taking the ring from Elizabeth, he slipped the ring onto his finger. He instantly felt a warm sensation wash over him as he felt something settle into his core. He gave a soft gasp before carefully taking the artistically crafted athame from Elizabeth. He tightly squeezed his eyes shut as he quickly pricked his left index finger. Feeling the blood start to pool, he hung his finger over the ring and allowed a single drop to fall onto the stone before putting pulling his hand away and watched the cut heal.
Quickly thinking of a word to use, he had a sudden feeling in the back of his mind as one word popped into his thoughts.
"Lia."
The moment that single word was said, the blood on the stone disappeared as the stone and runes glowed softly before settling, enlarging the warm and comforting feeling that was inside him.
Looking at his sister, he flung his arms around her neck as he gave her a huge hug. "Thank you so much Elizabeth! This is the best birthday ever!"
All Elizabeth did was chuckle as she patted his back lovingly. "Now, who wants some cake?"
=End Flashback=
Eyes refocusing on the present, he noticed that his hands were resting on his stomach, the perfect touching distance for his ring. Slowly inching his fingers towards the ring, all thoughts of subtlety were thrown to the wind when his latched onto a jar that could only be murtlap essence.
'Damnit!' D'Eon thought in a panic. He brushed his left hand over the ring as he hoarsely croaked, "Lia."
He felt something tugging at his naval as the last thing he saw of the hospital room were the panicked faces of the mediwitches.
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Usually people are supposed to be standing when in use of a portkey. Since D'Eon was not standing, he landed on the floor, hard. Unable to bite his tongue to keep quiet, he let out a cry of pain that was soon followed by a long groan.
Hearing a loud popping noise, D'Eon slowly lifted his head to see a short, light brown human-looking creature wearing a purple shirt styled like a dress. Looking at its purple eyes, he recognized HER as a house elf that served his family.
"My goodness, Master D'Eon!" her high voice squeaked out in shock. "What happened to you?"
"Gemme," he croaked out to her. "Get Becky."
If his new set of memories were correct, Becky was their family caretaker and mediwitch. She practically raised the two de Beaumont siblings when their parents died.
Feeling a disturbing sensation travel up his chest and throat, he painfully lifted himself up as he started to heave whatever potions that the mediwitches had given him.
With a horrified squeak, Gemme popped out of the room.
D'Eon continued to empty his stomach for what seemed like a long while when he heard the door slam open.
"My word!" he heard a womanly voice exclaim just before his arms gave out from the strain of holding himself up.
He felt a set of hands grasp his shoulders as he was turned around so he was sitting in the woman's lap. He looked up to study her features. He surmised that she was in her late thirties with the little amount of wrinkles he could find. The wrinkles on her forehead were prominent from the furrowing of her thin brown eyebrows and her warm brown eyes were studying him with both worry and a medic's expertise. With his sight starting to get blurry, he couldn't really make out the color of her hair, but with his new set of memories, her hair was a rich chocolate brown that she always wore in a tight bun.
Becky took a look at his pales skin and then to the colorful mess he had made on the floor.
"Murtlap," was all he could croak out.
Becky pursed her lips as she lifted him into her arms, briskly walking out of the foyer after spelling the mess away with a wave of her index finger.
In his dimming awareness, he could vaguely feel the gentle yet brisk motions of her hurried gait as she carried him, and he eventually lost his battle to Morpheus as his vision went black.
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D'Eon…D'Eon…..D'Eon, wake up. Becky is worried for you and you need to get started on your task…..D'Eon!
Opening his eyes in what seemed like forever, the first thing he saw was the soft teal of his opened bed hangings. Gently turning his head to the left, he saw eggshell white walls and a royally moderate-sized window hidden by deep teal curtains.
'My room,' D'Eon thought nostalgically to himself. After fleeing from the Revolution, he had never really had a place to settle down and call it home. The idea of lying in his bed in his room seemed a bit….grand if not depressing at the same time.
There was a soft pop to his right, and turned his head, his eyes met the teary-eyed form of Gemme.
"You're awake, Master! We and Becky and ze ot'er elves were so worried 'cause you wouldn't wake up!"
Before D'Eon could utter an apology to the poor elf, she had popped off after saying something about letting Becky know. He sighed as he waited for the older woman to come through the doorway.
Hearing the hurried tapping of footsteps approaching, he turned his head towards the doorway and gave a soft smile as Becky approached. The woman paused for a short moment before continuing towards his bedside, laying her palm against his forehead as she sat down in a chair placed to the right of the bed.
"Thank God you're awake, D'Eon!" Becky softly exclaimed as she brought her hand down, satisfied with his body temperature. "The nerve of those fools! Treating someone without first checking for any medical allergies? What trash are they teaching mediwitches these days?! Because of their mistake, your body went into shutdown! I managed to flush the murtlap from your system, but you still went into a coma! You've been asleep for a little over three weeks, D'Eon."
D'Eon's mind paused and his eyes widened a bit in shock to absorbing the last words Becky told him.
Three weeks.
A little over three weeks.
Almost a month wasted of sleeping when he could have been doing the task assigned to him!
Translations:
"Have the bones reset themselves completely yet?"
"Someone make sure that his magic levels aren't abnormally fluctuating! We can't have his magic reject the numbing potions again!"
"Can someone hand me the extra jar of Murtlap Essence? His cuts aren't going away!"
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