Fate Re-written
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Chapter 11
AN: Hey guys, I know I'm late... Sorry... Between working two jobs, and the constant influx of things in daily life, my writing times have boiled down to the point where I can only do writing on Sundays. This chapter had quite a few issues before it was finished. It took a while, but I hope you enjoy. Let's get into the Story!
Hogwarts Castle Scottland, England November 15, 1992
Griselda Marchbanks, Current headmistress oh Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry was facing quite the problem. A sudden blizzard had encompassed the entire grounds, and she had no idea why. Winter was still a few weeks away, there shouldn't be a blizzard hitting until at least the second week of December. As such, she called all the staff to her office to firgure out what was going on. It took half an hour, and all but Eri had shown up. Minerva McGonagall was the last to arrive.
"I apologize for being late. I had to show Prof. Eri how let peole through her office floo." McGonagall spoke politely. "you called for us?"
"I did, Minerva." Griselda confirmed. "Though I do find it to be quite rude that Prof. Eri has deemed it right to not come. I believe I called for all of the staff. We have a mysterious blizzard to deal with."
"Prof. Eri had to call her mother and other sisters through. As for the blizzard, I believe Prof. Eri has that under control. It will likely take a bit to calm Miss Potter down." Minerva's face softened.
"What do you mean Minerva?" Pomona Sprout wondered. "What does Miss Potter have to do with this?" Pomona was understandably upset that one of her Puffs was being accused of causing the current situation.
"Does this have anything to do with her magic?" Poppy Pomfrey asked. As the resident healer for years, she was well informed of Vivian's condition concerning her body's magic production and how it empowers her emotions and words.
"It does indeed." Minerva confirmed.
"What do you mean, Poppy?" Griselda was confused.
"Madam Headmistress, Miss Potter has a special condition. Due to her body producing more magic than she will ever be able to use, her words and emotions are empowered by her magic. It is why she doesn't speak, and her face shows no emotion." Poppy informed the rest of the staff.
"Oh, I had forgotten about that." Pomona lightly chuckled. "I had gotten so used to her using a notepad or sign language for her sisters Jeanne and Jealter to translate for her."
"Indeed we all have." The diminutive Professor Filius Flitwick laughed. "We all have gotten so used to the Potter sisters behaviors and mannerisms, that we forget that the young miss has to keep her magic constantly under control."
"Ah, yes, no wonder she never answered my questions in class, and instead had her sisters answer for me." Gilderoy Lockheart spoke. He himself had been a few minutes late himself.
"That certainly explains why the girl always has the two older girls with her." Griselda pondered for a moment. "Though how does that connect her to this blizzard?"
The last time we had a blizzard like this was..." Madame Hooch paled. "Was when the late Ronald Weasely said people that didn't follow Dumbledore's words should just die..."
The teachers in the room caught on to the problem. The unspoken conclusion as to why Eri was not in the staff meeting, and why she needed to get her other sisters and mother here quickly.
"Then we can adjorn this meeting. We will hold a moment of silence in the morning with the students for this loss of life, while we let the Potter family mourn their loss together tonight, and grieve with them tomorrw." Griselda dismissed the staff. Young she was not, but this loss of life still hit her hard. 'Why is it that the young have to leave us before their elders can pass their wisdom on?' She wondered to herself.
Meanwhile, in the mind of Gilderoy Lockheart, he was contemplating doing a runner. He knew the truth, that he was a fraud, and was just using his position as DADA professor to ensnare the minds of the younger generations to believe his every word. His reputation, though it be built on a foundation of lies, was all he really had. He had never been too good at spells, however, he was good at memory charms. On his way about the castle earlier, he had witnessed the tail of a huge snake, before seeing that one girl use some kind of spell to turn the beast into nothing. Her suddenly turning into little balls of light as she died was unexpected, but he wouldn't have to alter her memory to claim the feat as his own at least. He decided to announce that he had slain the monster tomorrow morning.
Meanwhile, with the Potter family, Jeanne was having bad feeling. She could just feel the impending headache as she watched her little sister sleep. Vivian had cried her heart out when Rengokuken appeared in her lap. The blade in question relayed the events to the other Servants after Vivian had fallen asleep. Caster knew this was a possibility, but to have it actually happen was another thing all together. Jeanne sat on the edge of the bed, gently petting her sister's head. As she did so, she heard a voice in her head tell her that something was amiss, and that she should be ready to deal with it in the morning. Just as the Servants were getting ready to turn in for the night, Rengokuken started to glow softly, before a ball of light emerged from the blade. The ball floated to the foot of the bed, before changing form into what appeared to be a miniature version of Okita. Instantly, the Servants were on guard, ready to deal with this spirit if it turned on them.
"Relax, I am the spirit of the sword currently being held in Wielder's arms." Rengokuken motioned to the sword in Vivian's arms with it's small hand.
"Be that as it may, I have to ask." Caster spoke as calmly as she could, not lowering her wand. "Why do you look like a smaller version of my just deceased daughter?"
"That is a good question." Rengokuken scratched its head. "I have no idea why I look like my former wielder. The best I can figure is that I spent so much time with her that I can take on a smaller form that tooks like her. That aside, I have a speculative guess, but we can't tell Wielder."
"What do you mean, runt?" Jealter was getting ready to draw her blade.
"Wielder caused a blizzard over former wielder returning to the Throne of Heroes. There is no telling what might happen if she gets her hopes too high, only for my guess to be wrong." Rengokuken spoke, but never too loud. "It might be possible to resummon Former wielder, but it might not be as an Alter Ego."
"You are refering to how there are multiple versions of a Heroic Spirit in the Throne?" Jeanne questioned the blade spirit. "Like how My twin and I are the same but different, and how we can be summoned with a different spirit origin?"
"Yes, but no at the same time." Rengokuken motioned to the blade again. "While what you said is true, what I mean is that it might be possible to give my memories, and Former Wielder's memories to a different version of Former Wielder. In theory, this would, if they are summoned outside of the Alter Ego class, give them a Dual Class, enabling them to shift between spirit origins at will."
"Interesting." Caster spoke again, wholly contemplating what she heard. "I will see if this 'Dual Class' theory has merit myself, before letting Eu know about it, as she will likely be needed to stabalize such a phenomenon. As Rengokuken asked, we will keep this quit for now, but I will reserve the right to bring this topic up later. Get some rest, dears. I feel like it will be a long day tomorrow." Caster said as she left to go to the guest rooms of the Castle, with Miya and Isha following behind her.
Hogwarts Castle Scottland, England November 16, 1992
The student body, aside from Vivian, was confused as to why their head of house told them to wear all black before being led to the Great Hall. Hannah, when she saw Jeanne, Jealter, and Vivian exit their room, noticed Vivian carrying a blade she had never seen, and had all her sisters and mother with her. At first, Hannah wanted to converse with her, but seeing the somber look on Jeanne and Prof. Eri told her that now was not a good time. Susan, Rin, Shirou, and Hermione, all had a bad feeling. They had looked out the windows this morning and saw a winter wonderland, much like last year. The worried group looked for Vivian the moment she got in to the hall. Upon seeing who was with her, and the sword she carried in her hands, they rushed to her side. Once all the students were seated, Madam Griselda Marchbanks, the headmistress, called for everyone's attention.
"Everyone, Attention please." Griselda spoke. "Last night, there was a life lost to the monster of the Chamber of Secrets. Vivian Potter's older sister, Kita, was lost to their family. The cause of her passing, while unknown, is not the important part. All life is precious, whether they be Pure-blood, Half-Blood, Mundane-born, or even of creature blood. This world is not forgiving, and it is our jobs as your teachers to prepare you for the harsh truths of the world. Let us not mock or scorn the loss of life, but share in the grief of the Potter family as we take a few moments to remain silent in memory of the fallen."
After a few minutes passed, Gilderoy Lockheart spoke up. "While I too grieve with the Potter family, I have an announcement to make. Although I am sad to admit that I was too late to save Miss Potter's sister Kita, I was able to slay the beast that took her life. No questions, please. I wish simply to let you know that the danger has passed, and want to finish the year as your teacher before I go on to write about how I slayed the monster."
Jeanne fumed in anger, an emotion she hardly ever felt. She was a servant of God, and had followed his teachings all the way to her death befor becoming a Heroic Spirit. She had known about how Gilderoy was a fraud from how his books were written. The voice of God warned her of this headache last night as her little sister held on to both her and Rengokuken as if they were her lifelines. She stood as she balled her hands, and began to walk to the head table to confront the man that dared to defile the memory of her sister/fellow Servant.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask a question anyways." Jeanne stormed up to the table. "I am aqutely aware, thanks to Eri, that the monster was a Basilisk, a serpent known to kill with it's gaze. The only reason we haven't had a death until last night was due to the fact that Sakura and Mrs. Norris saw the serpent through Sir Nicholas. What I want to know is how you took down the beast."
"It is a rather flashy spell. Zekime Myukusa, a spell that does many golden slashes before a final blast of magic to reduce the target to dust." Gilderoy replied, not knowing just how deep he just made his grave.
"How dare you..."Jeanne growled. "HOW DARE YOU!" Jeanne's yell startled Lockheart. "That spell was my sister Kita's Personal Spell, Zekken Mukyusandan. Much like my other sister, Miya, Kita's spells revolved around her swordsmanship, and required a very specific sword. The only blade that could focus her magic for her spells is the sentient sword, Rengokuken, the Sword of Purgatory." Jeanne clenched her fists tighter. "Kita had Rengokuken take the last of her magic to transfer her knowledge and spells to her choice successor, and you are not them. That blade is firmly in my little sister's hands." Vivian clutched Rengokuken tighter.
"Wha... How can you possibly know that?" Lockheart was stunned.
"You seem to have not remembered just who your fellow teacher is. My sister Eri is the History of Magic Professor, as well as being Goddess of the Underworld. She was able to tell us the moment that the Basilisk entered her domain as a permanent resident, and when she felt Kita leave this plane. I am generally a genle soul, prefering not to let the sin of wrath be present in my actions. I am absolutely apoplectic at this moment. I am challenging you to a duel of honor. Should you refuse, I will reveal all that you have done to the DMLE, and you will be hunted down and brought to justice on their terms, you fraud."
Most of the other professors were stunned on this revelation. All of them looked at Lockheart and could see him visibly sweating. He knew he was cornered, and had to act fast. "How could I accept a duel with someone I don't even know, as you haven't given me a name." His smile at thinking he had her set her off more. "Even then, I couldn't bring myself to accept without getting something in return. First tell me your name, and then, if I win, you will become my bride."
Caster was about to scorn him, when she remembered a conversation she had with the others years ago. She and Amelia made birth records for the servants that didn't have divine origins, and a cover story for them. It looked like Jeanne knew she could use it. "Jeanne dear, I know I asked you to never reveal your past, but I am afraid you and Jealter will need to reveal that if you are to get any further in dealing with that vermin over there." Caster carefully worded it so as to not gain Jeanne's rage directed at her.
"Of course, Mother." Jeanne spoke as Jealter stood and moved next to Jeanne. "My twin and I lost our birth mother the day we were born, and our father months prior to her. She passed before she could name us, but we had a shared name to begin with. Both of us share the memories of a common ancester, but different sides of her. My sister has all her vengeful thoughts of just before death, her rage at being betrayed and sentenced to death. I carry the more naive thoughts. Two halves of the same common ancestor. I am typically the carrot, the voice of reason, where my sister is the stick, the hand of punishment. On finding us, Mother, Eri, and Isha gave my sister the name Jealter to differentiate the two of us. We are Jeanne D'Arc, and Jeanne D'Arc Alter." Jeanne's eyes never left Lockheart.
Lockheart could tell he would not win, even if he did fight. She had just said she had the memories of an ancestor that led France to victory over the English many years ago. He himself had heard of her family, as the D'Arc family was wiped out in the war with Grindewald. Seeing no chance for victory here, he decided to use the lesser known, and in his opinion, better part of valor: discretion. He made to bolt to the door when he was grabbed in an Icy prison.
"I think not." Caster's tone broke no arguement. "You have been challenged to a duel of honor, and must accept, or you will forever be called an honorless vermin. I shall be escorting you to the Quidditch pitch myself, where we will see this duel play out, after which we will then hand you over to Amelia Bones and the DMLE for all of your crimes."
Quidditch Pitch, Hogwarts, same day.
It took three hours to get everyone to the pitch for the duel, partly because the populace of the old castle needed to eat, and another thirty minutes for the Weasely twins to gather bets on how long the duel would last. As all routes for Lockheart to escape had been cut off, he looked across the pitch at the impending beating he would be taking. Once the duel was started, Jeanne summoned her polearm/flag and proceeded to slowly walk towards Lockheart. He tried to cast simple charms, like the leg lock and levetation charms on her, before trying to use the water summoning charm on her. Jeanne just batted them aside or side stepped his spells, before conjusing a ball of light to launch at him. the ball hit true to his leg, knocking him off balance long enough for Jeanne to close the distance.
It was over in an instant, as Jeanne swung her polearm on a horizontal swing, catching him in the gut, and launching him across the field. The force of the impact broke his ribs, while his landing knocked him unconsious and broke his right arm. As much as she wanted to take the rest of her frustrations out on him, he was no longer able to continue, and thus it would be counted as assault. Amelia, who had been called in before the start of the duel, came onto the field with two of her aurors to pick him up. As he was taken away, the cheers for his departure were thunderous over the cries of sadness by the some of the seventh year girls that had been trying to get his attention.
In a First year's hands, a living diary was contemplating how to complete it's job of purging the school of the filth that was the Mudbloods and Blood Traitors as it regains it's own body. It had seen the 'duel' through its' host's eyes, and counted it as a one sided victory. If it could learn the magic used by that blonde and her twin once it regained a true body, it could have all the power it will need to take over all of Magical Britain, starting by killing the Potter Brat. It still wanted to know how an infant stopped the most powerful Wizard in the world. Vivian and Eri, both sensing the malice coming from somewhere they couldn't find, knew they needed to hurry. The Heir had lost their weapon against the school, now it was just a matter of finding them.
AN: And that's a wrap for now. This chapter was solely focused on dealing with Flopheart, and while I think I could have done more, some of you will no doubt think so, I had to dial it back to stay in the rating I'm writing for. I was honestly not too sure on how to do the duel for this chapter as Lockheart is an idiot, so it took WAY longer than I was expecting to finish this chapter. I had quite a few hang ups and re-dos for this chapter that kept me from finishing earlier. Very sorry for the year long delay.
As Promised, yet another Christmas release. Happy Holidays, Guys. No promises, but I'll try to get the next chapter out sooner. VRDTrio, signing out.