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: I decided that since I've got a bit of time before my summer class begins on Monday, I might as well get one more chapter out before I get swamped. As a little precaution, the titles that I use are words used in the King James Version of the Bible, so there might be words that are old fashion and that you've never seen. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: If I had my way, Snape and Maximillien would live. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR LE CHEVALIER D'EON!
Chapter Two: For the Lord Knoweth the Way of the Righteous
D'Eon almost couldn't believe it. For nearly a month he had been in a coma. A month. His stomach felt like it flipped as he looked at the woman whom in this life he considered as his mother.
"Becky, what is today's date?"
He really didn't want to know, but he had to know so he could get his bearing straight for the task at hand that waited for him in England.
The older woman looked D'Eon in the eyes and whispered as calmly as she could, "Today is the nineteenth of July, D'Eon."
As D'Eon let his caretaker/pseudo mother's words sink in, his mind drifted off, the only thing visible to the outside world was the silver shine that had appeared in his eyes.
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A dense fog surrounded him as D'Eon looked at his surroundings. "Where am I?" he wondered out loud to himself as he took a step forward.
The moment his foot touched the non-existent floor, the fog suddenly lifted and he found himself in a small and simplistic-looking room. There were what seemed to be broken children's toys huddled in a far corner of the room, a simple bookshelf, a small side table with a lamp next to a bed that had seen better days with its lumpy mattress and threadbare sheets and a thin blanket.
As D'Eon looked around, he noticed a presence standing beside him. He turned his body to face the person when he stilled, mouth open and eyes wide with shock.
There, standing beside him was Lia, and she two seemed to be in shock, but her reaction was not to the level of D'Eon's.
D'Eon's mind came back to him as he said two words just barely above a whisper. "What's happening?"
Before Lia could respond, there was a fluttering of wings. The siblings turned their eyes towards the space between the bed and wall and were surprised. How D'Eon didn't see the moderately-sized metal birdcage and a young teenager leaning against the windowsill next to the cage, he didn't know. Inside the cage was a beautiful owl, white in color with several black specks on her wings signifying her gender, and wise amber eyes that practically screamed 'I'm better than you are and you better realize that!'
D'Eon was immediately impressed. Snowy Owls were very picky creatures and wouldn't let just anyone buy them; they had to have their respect and/or something special in the prospective owner for the imperial birds to like about them. This snowy female seemed to have both of the reasons for her choosing as she regally fluffed her feathers and huffed in annoyance as she looked at the boy by the window with eyes of a nesting mother.
The boy turned his head to face the bird and D'Eon felt a lump in his throat. He was unusually small and scrawny, with messy black hair that seemed to go off in all directions, a button-like nose and an oval face. His round glasses that covered his emerald green eyes seemed old, like he'd gotten them a long time ago and hadn't been to an eye doctor ever since. The boy had on old clothes that seemed way too big for his small frame, making D'Eon assume that he wasn't being treated right ‒ if at all ‒ by the family in this house, and by the feeling of Lia's aura, his assumption was right.
The boy sighed. "I'm sorry Hedwig," the boy apologized to the owl in a soft-spoken but hypnotizing ‒ to D'Eon, that is, much to his embarrassment as he felt Lia's aura give off smugness ‒ tone.
"I want to let you out, but you know how Uncle Vernon hates it when I do. He keeps spewing that the neighbors would spot you and put him in a bad light. Don't you think that's barmy?" he asked his winged companion in light humor. Hedwig's eyes seemed to glitter as if she agreed with the boy wholeheartedly.
"At least Aunt Petunia seems to be nicer to me this summer. She cut down on the amount of chores for me to do, and she let me keep my school trunk so I could do my summer homework as long as my wand stays out of sight."
'So this boy was a wizard, huh?' D'Eon mused to himself.
He saw the boy sigh again as he looked out the window. "Why is everyone being so secretive to me lately? Ron and Hermione won't tell me what's going on with anything relating to Voldemort‒" D'Eon mentally snorted and felt Lia's amusement. Really, Flight of Death? "‒no matter how many times I ask how things are. I mean, they won't even tell me where they are! All I know is that they're together in the same place, and all they're telling me is that I have to stay put until after my fifteenth birthday before someone will come and get me! What am I, a prisoner? Because I bloody sure do feel like one right now!"
The boy quietly ranted to the sleepy bird while the two onlookers started in surprise as they gave each other bewildered looks. The boy was almost fifteen? He didn't look it with his small and skinny frame!
As D'Eon took a step back in surprise, the boy looked in his direction, his green eyes wide as they locked with his blue-green eyes. They all froze, the siblings staring at the boy in surprise as the boy's wide green eyes shifted from D'Eon to Lia and back to him.
As they stared, the room started to get foggy. The last thing D'Eon saw besides the boy's emerald-colored eyes was a scar on his forehead, shaped like a bolt of lightning.
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As D'Eon's eyes readjusted to the sight of his room, he felt a hand gently shake his shoulder. He heard a sigh of relief and turned his head to see that Becky was halfway out of her chair.
"What did you see D'Eon?" Becky asked him as she sat back down on the chair, slipping his hand into hers as she soothingly rubbed circles on the top with her thumb.
He took a deep breath, not knowing how she was going to react to what he would tell her. If there was something that D'Eon knew about Becky, it was that she abhorred the thought of any child being abused. In fact, she detested abuse, and an enraged Becky was a scary Becky to see. So far, he had been lucky to not witness that side of her, but he had a feeling that his luck had ran out today.
"I saw a boy in his room," D'Eon began. He had decided not to tell her about Lia being there with him. "He was talking to his owl. He seemed depressed and upset that his friends weren't writing to him, and when they did, they wouldn't write anything worthwhile. He said that they told him in the letter that he couldn't leave his aunt and uncle's until after his fifteenth birthday when someone would come for him. I was shocked because he didn't look fifteen."
D'Eon paused, warily taking in the dark look on Becky's face and the silent rage in her eyes.
"He seemed short and too thin for his age, and was practically wearing hand-me-downs that were several times too big for him."
He winced as Becky vehemently spat out some what seemed to be vulgar words in German. She then sighed deeply as she calmed down before looking at him.
"You had your first vision. I didn't expect for it to manifest until late August, early September at the latest. I'm worried for you, D'Eon. It would seem that your inheritance will be quite dangerous for you."
D'Eon sighed as he knew what Becky was speaking of. For some inexplicably odd reason, every male in the de Beaumont family went into their magical inheritance early, at the age of fifteen to be exact. For normal wizards, sixteen was early and unusual. At fifteen years of age? Extremely rare and unheard of. Why it happened to the de Beaumont males only was and shall always remain a confounding mystery. And in the chance that the de Beaumont male had creature blood in them, that blood would surface and they would go through a creature inheritance, an event that was to be heavily watched by healers since whatever creature blood contained would literally purge all traces of humanity from their blood and body, cleansing and leaving the male a full-blooded magical creature.
It was quite a painful process from what D'Eon gleamed from the family books he had found in the library.
Was D'Eon scared? Of course he was. After all, he had the blood of three magical creatures flowing through his veins. If he was getting visions this soon, then the chances rose even higher that he would become the rarest creature in his lineage, which was quite a conundrum. If he obtained that inheritance, it was essential for there to be a mentor, particularly another family member with the same creature inheritance, to help him with his new abilities and to assist him in blending into normal Wizarding society.
Since he was the last de Beaumont male of the main line, he was royally ‒ if not literally ‒ screwed in that department.
D'Eon, he heard Lia's voice softly echo in his head. With me by your side, I can help you block out some of the pain, but not all of it. You have to tell Becky about your task. She needs to be there for your inheritance and to keep track of your medical records while you're in England.
D'Eon silently agreed with her as he looked at Becky once more. He could see worry in her eyes, and he didn't blame her in the least bit.
"Becky," he began as he got her attention. "When I was unconscious after the accident, Elizabeth came to me in a dream. She told me that there was a Dark Lord in England, and that my assistance was necessary to help defeat him. She also told me that this Dark Lord had used a dark ritual to bring back our ancestor's enemies from the dead."
He saw the woman's face drain of color as she gazed at him with wide eyes. He could tell that she was about to argue with him, so he beat her to the punch.
"I believe that the boy who defeated this Dark Lord when he was an infant had a lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead, right? Well, the boy in my vision had that very same scar."
He could see the gears turning in Becky's head as he then pressed on. "What better way to kill two birds with one stone? I shall offer my assistance to settle old family matters while you make and slip him nutrient potions to reverse as much damage as you can. That would require you to start brewing as soon as possible for a month straight. I want to settle some affairs here before leaving for England. Since I am almost fifteen, I will most likely be put in as a student at England's magical school, Hogwarts."
There was a look of comprehension in Becky's eyes as she looked at D'Eon. He sighed as he remembered the look that was in those green eyes. They screamed desperation and helplessness.
"There's another thing you should know Becky. The boy in my vision? He could see me."
Becky started at that. "But it's impossible for someone in your vision to see you!"
D'Eon looked Becky in the eye with a serious expression on his face. "I know. I want to know how and why he could see me. If it has something to do with my inheritance, we're stuck since we know next to nothing about it since we don't even know what it could be."
There was a brief pause as D'Eon turned his head to face his lap, loosening his clenched fists that he hadn't realized they were clenched. Becky removed her hand from his and placed it on his shoulder.
"The Goblins have been holding off on Elizabeth's will reading for as long as possible while you were…..ill‒" Becky grimaced at the word. "‒but the public and press are getting impatient and are apparently getting on the Goblins' nerves."
D'Eon just had to chuckle at that, knowing that Lia was doing the same thing in his head.
"Yes, I believe that we've had them waiting for long enough. Once my health improves some more, I think I'll be ready to step out for the will reading. After that, we will start making plans for me to go to England while you get started on the nutrient potions."
He turned up and looked at Becky with a grim look. "I would recommend that you also get started on anti-compulsion potions since I have a feeling that the Savior of the Wizarding World is being unknowingly controlled and manipulated like a pawn on a chess board. The black being the Dark forces, and the white being the so-called Light; sometimes the Light is just as horrible as the Dark."
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