Marik
As he looked at the clock in the potions lab again for probably the thousandth time that afternoon, Marik noted that only a little more than a minute had passed since the last time he had checked. He had been beyond anxious for the day to go by as quickly as possible so that he could finally put his plan into action. Based on the time though he unfortunately still had a little longer to wait before he could get started; so again he returned back to the many books scattered across the table.
Marik had been one of the few students to remain at Hogwarts over the Christmas break. Other than a few exchange students who chose not go back home, and some seventh years that had way too much work to get done had remained. He had hoped he, Hermione, and Harry could use the free time over the break to get a lot of stuff done together but unfortunately that plan had ended before it even started.
Hermione's family spent every holiday and summer season in France, where they had a vacation house in Paris, so Hermione had no choice but to go back home over the break. Harry had tried valiantly to stay over the break with Marik and work on finishing his end of year projects, but after his mother had sent the third howler Harry decided that it would be best for his health if he went home.
At first Marik's own parents had been against him staying at Hogwarts over the break. This was most likely due to the fact that he had been, somewhat, slacking on writing them any letters throughout the year so far and they were overly anxious to hear all that had happened at Hogwarts so far. Luckily for Marik though his father got called to the U.S. for work just a day before the break began so in the end they had allowed Marik to stay at Hogwarts over the break. So for the past week over the break he had been pretty much alone in the now much quieter Hogwarts castle.
Since the break had started he spent the majority of his time doing all of his homework, research, and practice in the potions lab that Snape had let Hermione use. Hermione had started brewing the animarevealo potion a few days after their 'adventure' into the forbidden forest and 'run-in' with Quirrell's mountain troll. So far everything with brewing the potion had surprisingly been going rather smoothly. He and Harry had been there for every step of the brewing process with Hermione and she had tried to explain the entire thing to the both of them as they assisted her. After the first few days though they both gave up pretending to understand and just sat back and let Hermione do her thing. While He and Harry were both some of the top first year students in potions, at least in Gryffindor and Slytherin, Hermione was at a whole other level when it came to brewing.
Before she left for home, Hermione had directed him that all he needed to while she was gone was just give the potion two counterclockwise stirs each day along with one droplet of the unicorn blood while it sat over a small flame. So even though it only took a few minutes each day to work on the potion, Marik had remained in the dungeon's potion lab to do most of his work.
It was by far the quietest part of the castle. The silence made it much easier to focus when there were no distractions or other students nearby like there sometimes was in the library. Plus the candle and torch light provided a relaxing mood to the room which he had grown used to over the weeks of using the room. More importantly than setting a good mood though, Marik liked the dark potions room because it had finally given him two great ideas for the remainder of his end of year projects.
In the first week of November, when the trio had started brewing the animarevealo potion, the three of them had all also been looking into what they could possibly do with the rest of the unicorn resources they had gathered. In the end they had collected enough unicorn blood and hair to be set on any project they could think of for probably the rest of their lives. The problem had just been thinking of a project to use the resources on.
Harry for the most part had been pretty set on just saving his set of the supplies for the future in case he found something interesting to do with them. Harry had made it clear so far that he was mainly just interested in using the potion to find out if he was an animagus like his father.
Marik certainly was excited to find out if he was an animagus too, and was already counting down the days until they would get to test the animarevealo potion out. Since he didn't know if his birth parents were magical or not, there was the possibility he could have a decent chance at being an animagus. However, he also knew that really regardless of your family's magical status the chances of anyone being an animagus were slim to none.
Marik was just as anxious as Harry to drink the potion, but he certainly wasn't as patient as Harry was with his portion of the unicorn resources. He had been wanted to do something with his portion of the resources then and there. He felt like it was too much magic to just keep in storage waiting for an idea that may never come. He wanted to do something with it now.
For pretty much the entire month of November Marik had set about trying to find something to use his resources for. It took the entire month of November and almost all of December until he finally had a breakthrough; a breakthrough that finally happened on the first day of the holiday break.
He had been in there potions lab, much like he was doing now, just randomly reading a magical artifacts book. It was in that book where he found his first idea. In the Egyptian Magical Museum of History, located in Cairo, there was an ancient set of robes that had been weaved by the Pharaoh wizard Unas.
The robes were not put on display because they were weaved beautifully with a combination of bright gold and purple Egyptian silks. Yes the robes were ancient and beautiful but what made them so historical was that the Pharaoh Unas was the first witch or wizard to ever weave acromantula silk alongside with the Egyptian silks.
With the two different silks combined, the robes were able to contain within them much more magic than the normal robes of the day. The acromantula silk provided a boost to the wearer's shields and could provide some defense towards any spells that hit the wearer's robes. Unas perfected the art of robe weaving and was able to arm himself and his warriors with robes similar to this set which helped them maintain power for more years than many of his predecessors had.
To simply put it, that article had inspired Marik. He immediately had started doing more research on wizarding robes, weaving, materials, and everything that might help him create a set of magical robes like Unas had.
The more he researched the more he knew that he wanted to find some way to use the unicorn hair he had collected to create a set of robes that would be unique to him alone. From his research he learned that if you had the money there were a few advanced robes shops that would sell robes similar to the kind Unas invented. There was a famous robe store in Berlin, Germany that had battle robes that contained pieces of troll skin sewn into vital spots, which were used by aurors for a bit of extra defense, and another shop in Paris, France that used Veela hair in their robes; which apparently enhanced the beauty of the witch or wizard wearing the robes.
Outside of those shops though, due to the rarity and prices that a number of magical resources held, there were not many examples of magical robes available in the wizarding world that he could find. There was not even a magical robe shop like those in Britain.
Since coming up with the idea and beginning his research he had been practicing weaving every day. Never in his life did he imagine that he would not only be at a school of witchcraft and wizardry, but that instead of casting brilliant magical spells, that he would be getting blisters on his fingers from trying to learn to weave. If only his parents could see him now. His mother would be so proud and give him all of her personal supplies to help and barrage him with an endless array of questions and updates, his father would probably just make some sexist remarks. Needless to say he would not be adding this part to any letters home.
He had chosen to keep his new robe-weaving project he a secret from Hermione and Harry. Even though they shared all of their notes, ideas, research, and projects with each other he decided it would be more fun to impress them with the final end product at the end of the year. Plus he still wasn't entirely sure it would be successful at the rate his weaving was going.
The base material for his robes he had already decided on was going to be black dyed Norwegian sheep's wool. As a muggle before he ever knew he was a wizard he had seen sheep his entire life and never would have guessed in a million years that a sheep was a magical creature.
It was true though. Sheep's wool held magical properties, and depending on the breed of sheep the magical properties varied. A sheep's ability to regrow its wool coat actually could be utilized if enchanted and woven correctly to keep its magical properties in the final woven product.
Most magical clothing was made with sheep's wool, so this was a fairly common place to start. There was also ample amount of information available on weaving with sheep's wool, which would help him make the set of robes much easier. By using sheep's wool in his robes hypothetically if he did everything right his robes would be able to regenerate and repair any damages that they took over time.
Through more research he found that most magical clothing in Britain was made from Scottish sheep's wool. However some of the more expensive shops around the country used other types of wool, which provided different or stronger magical properties. His choice in using the Norwegian sheep's wool was based on his findings that the wool provided better heating and cooling due to the weather the Norwegian sheep are raised in.
As well, the Norwegian sheep wool is also much thinner and finer than the Scottish sheep's wool, which means it requires more of the magical wool to make a piece of clothing resulting in there being more magic altogether in the clothing in the end.
Along with the sheep's wool he was going to interweave some of the unicorn hair that he had collected. Unicorn hair by itself contains ample amounts of magical energy stored inside it. That's one of the reasons he discovered that it was used in the cores of wands.
An object that holds a lot of magic can have that magic withdrawn from it for extra power, or have magic stored inside of it for a number of different uses. By infusing them in the robes, his was making his hopes were that while he was not casting magic that his body would store some of his own magic into the robes. By storing his magic into the robes if spells hit the robes the stored magic would provide somewhat of a shield for him, as well if he was in a lengthy duel or fight with a troll and his magic was running low, he would be able to withdraw some extra juice from the robes. At least, this was what he hoped would be the result. Whether it actually worked or not was still up in the air.
For the last idea on his robes he actually had the dangerous, dark, and deadly dementors of Azkaban to thank. He had been looking up magical creatures to see if he could find any other easily accessible resources to use in his robes to make them even better. It was here he found the chapter on dementors. While there was no way he was going to be able to use anything from a dementor in his robes, and he honestly wasn't sure you could even harvest anything from a dementor, he had been given the idea from the robes a dementor's figure took the form of.
A dementor's robes were almost like smoke it seemed like from what he read. One of the many reasons people feared dementors, outside from the obvious soul sucking capabilities, was that dementors could move anywhere that smoke could. They had the ability to slip between cracks in doors, or open windows, anything that had enough space for air to come through a Dementor could come through. Marik knew that since he had a physical body going through door cracks and open windows was impossible, but the intimidating smoke-like effect that Dementor's robe appearance gave off was one that he very realistically could do.
He wanted his robes to give off the appearance of an almost dementor-like smoke material. When he ran or moved he was hoping his movement would resemble the similar gliding movement of a dementor and his robes would flow around him like smoke.
Coming from a muggle family had not provided a lot of advantages in the magical world, but if he had learned one thing from reading all of his muggle books like Lord of the Rings, a warrior's armor played just as much of a role in battle as his sword did. Marik wanted to have the intimidation that dementors and the Witch-King of Agnar had over their enemies and opponents. While he wasn't looking to conquer middle earth or suck people's souls out, in a duel every advantage he could get meant something. So since he had one the Hogwarts dueling tournament and would be going into the European Magic Students Dueling Championship that summer he wanted all the advantages he could get, and he thought an intimidating set of battle robes would certainly do the trick. Plus he would look badass in them, and who didn't want that.
So again he had continued doing research until he found a material that would give him the best chance of producing the dementor-like effect. The material Marik needed to give him the best chance to produce the smoke effect he was looking to achieve could be harvested from the tail hairs of a thestral, which luckily he discovered could be found at Hogwarts.
Marik had made a trip down to Hagrid's hut, or what was left of it, to see if the care of magical creatures professor knew anything about thestrals that might help him out. After offering to help Hagrid work on rebuilding his hut for an hour in an attempt to butter the half-giant up Hagrid had returned the favor by showing Marik to the thestral pen. After he gave his many thanks to Hagrid, Marik gathered as many tail hairs as the thestrals and Hagrid would allow him to.
From what little he read on thestrals, Marik had expected them to be aggressive intimidating creatures. They ended up being quite the opposite though. They were surprisingly beautiful, majestic, and peaceful creatures, much like a horse in the muggle world were.
Hagrid told him if he took care of magical creatures in his seventh year he would get the chance to learn to ride one. Marik had made a mental note to make sure he took the class when the chance came around. Having made a next day delivery order to a shop in Norway for the sheep's wool, getting all the unicorn hair from the forbidden forest, and the thestral hair from Hagrid, Marik had all the supplies he needed for his robes.
So now that he had all the materials he would need in possession all he needed to get started was to just practice weaving until he was good enough to actually make the robes. He had been weaving and weaving nonstop all week long over the break, only taking breaks to read for a bit and rest his hands. His technique and skill had improved a lot since he first started but thestral hair was extremely brittle, so he would have to be close to perfect on the final product if he wanted to make it work and not waste all of his supplies.
He had chosen to use gnome and bear hair to practice with since the bear hair was about as strong and thin as the sheep's wool and the gnome hair was about as brittle as the thestral hair. Altogether he was beginning to get excited with his progress. However, today his excitement was mainly focused on something outside of the robes.
His second idea for an end of year project had come to him earlier today. Marik had just finished his breakfast at The Great Hall and stirring Hermione's potion in their lab when he decided to take a much needed break.
He had pulled an all-nighter the previous night and his eyes had started to ache from reading too much. And weaving today was out of the question as his fingers were covered in blisters and swollen from all of the weaving practice. He decided to take his break by lying down for a few minutes on the nearby couch.
Immediately, as it always did, his mind began to wonder as he lay there. He started thinking about all of his end of year projects. Now with his robes idea, which he figured he could use for both his dark arts and charm's project if done correctly. All he had left was his spell creation's project. So for a while he had laid there trying to come up with another idea as good as the one he had come up with for his robes.
He had been staring up at the mounted wall candle overhead watching the shadows jump along the wall when the idea struck him. Immediately he had bolted to the library and had begun searching for any book that might possibly help. After spending all day at their table in the library reading, his research had led him to finding two specific books, both of which were in the restricted section and out of his reach. That was his dilemma at the moment and that was why he was still staring at the clock every thirty seconds waiting.
His idea somewhat played off of his robe idea. If his robes resembled smoke, darkness, and a shadow why couldn't he make magic that did the same. He could not remember if the image that popped into his head had come from a dream or a movie, but his idea was to create a type of magic or a spell that could control the dark or shadows. If he had the ability to manipulate a shadow or control the darkness itself he could perform the spells almost anywhere there was a light casting a shadow or any place that was dark.
Hundreds of ideas from that point on started flowing into his head one after another. The first thing he had to figure out would be where to start. The simplest place he could think of was finding out how to create a spell that would allow him to move a shadow, almost like doing a shadow puppet with your hand in a light, just without your hand. While moving a shadow on a wall would be only useful for a party trick it was a good foundation for expanding into a plethora of other areas.
One of those areas he imagined was being able to make a shadow three-dimensional. By doing that you could make the shadow of a hand reach out and grab your opponent, or even have his own shadow fight along with him, literally by his side. He imagined being able to warp into a shadow or the darkness and appear somewhere connected. He could even try to find a way to manipulate the dark to make his opponent unable to see during a duel, while allowing him to see perfectly.
He even already had a few ideas for some offensive spells. One of the ideas was to create something similar to the kamehameha from the muggle anime Dragonball. From what he remembered from watching the show growing up the kamehameha was an energy attack that not only drew power from the user but also from the world around them. So what if he could draw the darkness or shadows in the world around him into himself and then cast them out of his wand or hands in an energy blast of darkness similarly. His intimidation level in a duel would be incredible with his badass dementor-like smoke robes and casting spells that worked with the dark or shadows.
All of these great ideas would be impossible however unless he got the two books he needed from the restricted section. The books were A Book of Spells by Vincent Remillius and Secrets of The Dark by Nex V. Kurcarrin. Even though the books both had no information on what he was actually trying to do, from what all of his research had told him these two books would provide the needed information on the properties and elements of the dark that he would need in order to learn how to create spells that used and manipulated the dark and shadows. Along with this, both books had information on the creation of other dark arts spells that would help give him a path to take in his creation plan.
Madam Pince wouldn't tell him why the books were in the restricted section only that he could not look through them because they were restricted. Regardless of whether they were restricted or not he had to read them. His readings on all the non-restricted books he found had given him some ideas on where to start in creating the basis for the spells and magic, but he needed more information. So after exhausting all of the non-restricted research material he could find, he had decided to plan a way to get to the restricted books, luckily, thanks to Harry the solution was pretty easy.
Harry had left him the invisibility cloak over the holiday break since he was too scared that his mother might discover and confiscate the cloak if he brought it home. Marik had not planned to actually use the cloak at all over the break but figured Harry would not mind if he put it to a little good use. So in the end Marik's plan was pretty straightforward, hide under the cloak, go to library, get the books, bring them back to his room, and don't get caught.
Simple enough, He thought to himself. Marik looked at the clock again. It was at last just about time to finally begin his plan.
Marik pulled the invisibility cloak out of his pocket and readied himself. Since it was the holidays the castle would not have as many professors as usual walking the halls after curfew, but there could still be a few professors that he might have to avoid. With that in mind he threw the cloak over himself, cast a silencing and de-smell charm on the cloak and himself, and headed out into the dungeon's halls.
The castle was intensely eerie and quiet after curfew, especially with a majority of the castle's occupants currently gone. The candles that normally lined the halls of the dungeon before curfew had all been put out and only blackness remained in their places. If he had not known the many paths of the dungeons and walked this route hundreds of times he could have easily gotten lost wandering until morning. Luckily though tonight he didn't.
When he made it up the dungeon stairs to the first floor seeing became a lot easier thanks to the silver moonlight peering in through the windows. He scanned the hall ahead of him to see if there was any movement from a professor but the coast seemed to be clear enough. Walking slowly and crouched down he continued towards the library as quietly as he could. Luck seemed to be on his side that night as he met no encounters with a professor on the first floor either. However, he lost a little bit of his luck though when he made it to the library's entrance stairs.
The well-known Hogwarts prankster ghost Peeves was sitting right in the doorway to the library looking like he was asleep. Marik was unsure if ghosts actually slept or not. Not knowing what to do he just stood still for a few minutes at the bottom of the stairs unsure of what his plan going forward, was now.
As good as Harry's cloak seemed to be he was unsure if a ghost would be able to see through it or not. He did not know if he wanted to take that risk or not. After a while though he was too anxious to get on with his mission that he came to the conclusion that doing something in order to get past the ghost was a necessary risk that he just had to take.
The smartest plan he could think of was just hitting the suit of armor next to him with his wand, hoping that the sound would be loud enough to wake and move Peeves without alerting the whole castle or any patrolling professors. However luck seemed to return to him as a loud noise from somewhere down the opposite side of the hall emerged right as he almost hit the suit of armor.
"Who is there! Is that you, Baron?" Peeves floated up into the air quickly looking scared. That was all the space that Marik needed. Crawling up the last few steps he made it under Peeve's hovering legs and through the archway.
The library, much like the rest of the castle he had seen so far that night was void of any teachers and the usual presence of Madam Pince behind the main counter. Unsure of what the noise down the hall had been and knowing that at some point one of the teachers walking the halls would likely make a trip to check out the library his best bet was to keep everything done in the library under the cloak and move quickly.
Entering deeper into the library, he made his way through the numerous bookshelves and towards the entrance of the restricted section of the library. The usual roped off entrance was the only boundary besides a clear line of dust dividing the two sections of the library apart.
"Revealio," Marik whispered the spell on the entrance's rope to make sure there were no charms or hidden spells waiting for someone to activate them. With his spell revealing nothing he carefully stepped over the rope and made his way into the restricted section. As his feet touched the dustier side of the library he stood planted for a few seconds making sure nothing had happened and that no spells had been triggered. The coast seemed to be clear though so he continued forwards.
Since there was no way madam Pince would have told him where to find the books, along with the fact that she would not even let him in this part of the library, he would just have to search manually for the books by author. Luckily the entire restricted section was only about the same size as the non-restricted charms section, so he would not have to spend the whole night looking… Hopefully.
Wanting to avoid any noise that attempting to use a summoning spell on the books might cause, he started his search manually going row by row. He started his search by trying to find the 'K' section. When he found the section he started looking through the author's whose names started with 'K', it only took a few minutes of searching before he found the first book Secrets of The Dark.
The book was located right next to 1,000 Days and ways of Torture, a book which Marik could fully understand why it may be restricted off the title alone. The Secrets of The Dark book was an extremely heavy book that was covered in a thick layer of dust. He blew the dust off of the cover and was thankful that the two books he was looking did not contain any curses or charms like a few of the other restricted books that had shown up in his research were.
"Reducere," he whispered the shrinking spell at the book resulting in it contracting to about the size of a matchbook. He placed the now smaller book in his pants pocket. One down one to go. He thought to himself.
After he finished putting the first book into his pocket he made his way around the bookshelves until he found the 'R' author's section. After another few minutes of looking for the book he found it almost fully drowned in dust on the bottom shelf. He picked up A Book of Spells which was also next to another appropriately restricted book entitled Music That Murders.
"Reducere," he again whispered the shrinking spell on the second book and added it to his pocket. "Mission accomplished," he said to himself.
With the two books now in his possession he just had to make his way back to his room and he was in the clear. Readying himself he started back towards the restricted section's entrance rope, that is until he saw some movement to his right. Out of the corner of his eye he saw someone making their way down the aisle of books next to the one he had just been searching. Moving as slowly and quietly as he could he made his way around the shelves' corner to see which professor it was. His eyes had earlier adjusted to the darkness of the library and hallways but for a split second he thought they may be playing tricks on him.
There just a few feet in front of him looking through books on the bottom of the shelves was not a professor but was none other than his favorite person at Hogwarts Daphne Black. His curiosity immediately took over his desire to get back to his room.
What was she doing here? I could have sworn she already went home for the break. He thought to himself. He slowly inched his way closer to see what she might be looking at, or for. He peered over her shoulder from a few feet back trying to catch a glance at the book Daphne had taken off the shelf. The book's title was Moste Potente Potions. The words on the book's pages were barely visible in the small amounts of light that Daphne had illuminating from her wand tip. Daphne was flipping through the pages looking it seemed for something specific. After turning through over a hundred pages she finally stopped and began reading. The title of the chapter she had stopped on was labeled The Polyjuice Potion.
He had never heard of the polyjuice potion before; most likely because it was in a dusty book at the bottom of a shelf in the restricted section. He delayed leaving back to his room a little longer wanting to see if he could find out a little more about what the potion was and why Daphne of all people might be looking at it.
The answer to his second question seemed simple enough looking at the ingredients list. The potion required almost as many ingredients as Hermione's animarevealo potion did. A student like Daphne, who was set on being in the top of their year, surely would come to the conclusion just as he, Hermione, and Harry had that a potion this complex would certainly help in getting a Master mark for an end of year project. Skimming over Daphne's shoulder lower down the page he read the potion's description.
Polyjuice Potion is a potion that allows the drinker to assume the form of someone else. It is a complicated and challenging potion that even adult witches and wizards struggle to brew correctly. The potion is incredibly advanced and has two separate parts that contain steps for each part, when brewing is complete the potion has to stew for a month before usage.
The only known brewers of the potion currently are Ministry Potion Officials. While the polyjuice potion is not illegal to brew it is illegal for the potion to be sold, as stated under Ministry of Magic decree 13H-214aa. The Board of European Potions Brewers has rated this potion's difficulty level at a 6/10.
The description of the potion confirmed a majority of his suspicions. A potion that had a description that warned the maker that it was incredibly advanced would put Daphne in a good position to be up for a Master ranking in potions. He couldn't help though but wonder if Daphne had an alternate objective in mind outside of just getting a good mark though, looking at a potion with benefits like this. Being able to assume the form of anyone you wanted would have a number of benefits and potential uses.
Marik knew Daphne was a shark when it came to magic and school. It was because of this that the two of them had become in shortest terms rivals. Daphne had made it clear to the other first years in many ways just like he had that she was looking to dominate in their year and classes. Their biggest difference was that while he tended to ignore everyone outside of Hermione and Harry and couldn't care less about the other Slytherins, for Daphne if you were not in her corner or stood in her way than you were an enemy. As a result of this the majority of first year Slytherins had started following Daphne, and as a result Marik was enemy number one.
Their rivalry was only intensified by the fact that they shared the same house. Marik couldn't care less about the house he was in to be honest. For him being a Slytherin basically only meant that he had to sleep in the dungeons. He was a little competitive when it came to house points, but his house competition was mainly just between earning more points than Hermione and Harry did for their houses to get bragging rights.
For Daphne though it was all about being a true Slytherin, whatever that was, and proving that she was the best first year. So in Daphne's mission to become the sole figurehead for their year in Slytherin she had made his life pretty difficult. He was fine letting Daphne take the title as the figurehead of their house, but he was not about to let someone take his title of the best first year.
Daphne continued to scribble notes about the polyjuice potion down on her pad. Unfortunately for Marik, as curious as he was and as much as he wanted to know if she was only looking up this potion for an end of the year project he could not let his curiosity with her end up ruining all he had accomplished tonight. Backing away slowly and quietly from Daphne he made his way back over the restricted section's entrance rope and headed back towards his room.
As he snuck back to the Slytherin common room he couldn't help but think about what Daphne was up too. While he did not know Daphne that well at all, from what he knew about how seriously she took her classes she was most likely just looking for a potion that would give her top marks for an end of year project.
Just in case though he would keep an even closer eye on Daphne from this point on. His way back down to the dungeons had been even less eventful thankfully than his trip to the library earlier had been. He made his way to the Slytherin common room and his room safely without trouble. Once he was safe and sound in his room he set about finishing up for the night.
After returning the books he had collected to their normal sizes he charmed their covers to resemble his normal charms and dark arts books, just in case anyone came snooping. Before he forgot any of the details that took place in the library with Daphne he wrote a quick letter to Harry, who unfortunately was kind of related in a weird way to Daphne, about what he had seen in the library. Maybe Harry would be able to ask around Daphne's family and see if they knew anything.
After he finished the letter and placed his books away it was time for some well-deserved sleep. Tomorrow and the rest of the holiday break his undivided attention would be on spending half of each day practicing his weaving, and the other half inventing his new magic.
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