Chapter 37 – What You'll Sorely Miss
The first light of dawn was casting a pale glow through the curtains of Rigel and Daphne's room. The tranquillity of the morning was slightly marred as Daphne stirred from her slumber, a frown creasing her usually serene features. She blinked sleepily, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling that clung to her like a second skin.
Rigel, already awake and observing her with concern, gently suggested, "It's the locket, isn't it? Having it this close... it was bound to affect us somehow."
Daphne sat up, her blond hair tumbling over her shoulders in a dishevelled cascade. "It's... oppressive," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't even begin to fathom how Tracey must have felt when she took the diadem. If it was anything like this, the strength she showed is remarkable."
Rigel nodded thoughtfully, his black hair a stark contrast against the pillow. "Maybe the locket knows we're aware of what it truly is, and that we plan to destroy it. So, instead of attempting to control us, it's trying to repel us, make us want to discard it."
Daphne gave a weak nod in agreement, her blue eyes reflecting the gravity of their situation. With a collective, silent resolve, they proceeded with their morning routine, the weight of the locket's presence a constant reminder of the task at hand.
In the bathroom, as they brushed their teeth side by side, Rigel broke the silence with a revelation. "I've been thinking... about inviting Tonks and her family over for dinner." He rinsed his mouth before continuing, "As Lord Black, I want to offer them a chance to rejoin the family. And there's something else – I need to tell Tonks the truth. That I'm Jingles."
Daphne, rinsing her own mouth, looked at him through the mirror, a spark of approval in her eyes. "That's a wonderful idea," she said, her voice steadier now. "She's been a true ally, and she deserves to know. Besides, she's family."
Rigel met her gaze in the mirror, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Exactly. We've been through a lot, and as cousins, it's only fair she knows the full story."
Their reflections in the mirror stood side by side, a testament to their unity and the strength they drew from each other. The challenges ahead were formidable, but together, they felt ready to face whatever lay before them.
Rigel and Daphne, now dressed for the day, made their way through the ornate corridors of Black Castle. The morning light filtered through stained glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns on the walls. The castle, with its ancient lineage, seemed to watch over them silently as they walked.
Upon reaching the dining room, they found it mostly empty, save for Walburga Black, Rigel's grandmother. She sat at the head of the long, dark wood table, her sharp features softened slightly in the morning light. Kreacher, the family house-elf, had already laid out an array of breakfast items.
As Rigel and Daphne took their seats, they greeted Walburga with a respectful "Good morning." The clinking of cutlery and the subtle aroma of freshly brewed tea filled the air as they began to eat.
Midway through the meal, Rigel, with a serious tone, broached a crucial subject. "Grandmother, I find myself in need of basilisk venom. It's rather urgent that I acquire some as soon as possible."
Walburga, her fork paused midway to her mouth, gave Rigel a sharp, inquisitive look. "Basilisk venom?" she echoed, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of caution. "That's a rare and dangerous substance, Rigel."
Rigel met her gaze steadily. "I'm aware, but it's necessary for... certain endeavours. Time is of the essence."
Walburga set down her fork, considering his words. "I may have some contacts in the Black Market who could procure it. Give me a few days," she finally said, her tone indicating that this was no small favour.
Rigel's expression softened with gratitude. "Thank you, Grandmother. I appreciate it greatly."
Their conversation then moved to less heavy topics, the weight of the locket and the quest for basilisk venom momentarily set aside as they enjoyed the rest of their breakfast in the company of family. The quietude of the morning belied the importance of the tasks ahead, but in those moments, they found a semblance of normalcy within the walls of Black Castle.
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Harry's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the faint morning light seeping through the curtains. He became aware of the warm, comforting presence in his arms. Tracey, her breaths soft and rhythmic, lay beside him, her body a reassuring weight against his. A smile tugged at his lips as he remembered the previous night - a passionate blend of firsts with Tracey, followed by a jarring nightmare about Voldemort. The stark contrast between the joy and terror left him with a whirlwind of emotions.
He had always been an early riser, in stark contrast to Tracey, who cherished her sleep. With a carefulness born from not wanting to disturb the Dursleys slumber, Harry gently extricated himself from the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. The routine of getting ready for the day provided a comforting normalcy, a stark contrast to the chaos of his prior life.
As Harry, now dressed, moved quietly around the room, Tracey stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She stretched languorously, a playful pout forming on her lips. "You got out of bed without giving me a cuddle, Harry," she teased, her voice thick with sleep yet tinged with mock indignation.
Harry, turning towards her with a smile, replied, "I know you love your sleep. Didn't want to wake you."
Tracey sat up, her hair tousled charmingly, and smirked at him. "I like morning cuddles even more than sleeping in," she declared, her tone light yet inviting.
Chuckling, Harry returned to the bed, wrapping his arms around her. They cuddled closely, sharing a few tender snogs, their laughter and whispers filling the room. After a while, Tracey reluctantly broke away, heading to the bathroom to get ready herself.
Soon, both of them were making their way to the dining room, joining the rest of their family and friends for breakfast. Daphne, Rigel, Astoria, Sirius, Remus, and Walburga were already seated. They were the last to arrive, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by Sirius.
"Our new lovebirds finally grace us with their presence," Sirius commented cheekily, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
As Harry and Tracey settled into their seats at the breakfast table, Harry could feel a warm blush tinting his cheeks. Sirius's cheeky comment about them being 'lovebirds' hung in the air, light and teasing. Tracey, however, didn't miss a beat. She shot back with a playful retort, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Oh, Sirius, you're just jealous because you don't have someone to be lovebirds with," Tracey quipped, her tone light and teasing.
The room erupted into light laughter, the tension dissolving into a familial warmth. Everyone began to eat, the earlier awkwardness replaced by a comfortable and jovial atmosphere. It was a rare moment of peace and normalcy amidst the chaos and challenges they all faced, a reminder of the strength they drew from each other's company.
As the breakfast plates were being cleared, Rigel, with a hint of formality in his posture, announced that he had something important to discuss. The room quieted, all eyes turning to him. "I plan to invite the Tonks family for dinner during the winter break," he began. "I want to offer them a chance to rejoin the Black family, despite Andromeda's past disownment for marrying a Muggleborn."
Sirius's face lit up with approval, a proud nod affirming his support for his son's decision. However, Walburga's reaction was starkly different. Her face contorted with disapproval, and she spat out bitterly, "She was cast out for marrying a Muggleborn, for polluting our esteemed blood. I will not tolerate such filth being reintroduced back into our family."
Rigel's expression hardened, and his voice carried a weight of authority that belied his age. "The Black family has run on the misguided concept of blood purity for generations," he countered firmly. "I intend to change that. I want our family to value strength, both magical and of character. Nymphadora Tonks has shown both in abundance, especially when she was assigned as my Auror guard at the Quidditch World Cup."
Walburga's anger was palpable, as she accused him of scheming, "So, this was your plan all along, to use her assignment as a pretext to reintroduce her kind into our family."
Rigel met her gaze squarely, unflinching. "You're entitled to your views, Grandmother, but I am Lord Black. This decision is final."
With a scoff, Walburga's expression cooled into a calm, almost icy demeanour. "Very well," she said, rising from her seat. "I shall retreat to my study to contemplate this issue further." With a swish of her robes, she exited the room.
Sirius watched her leave, then turned to Rigel with a look of admiration. "You have the resolve I lacked to stand up to Mother," he said, a hint of regret in his voice.
Rigel, with a mischievous glint in his eye, retorted, "Must've gotten that from Mum's side, then." The remark elicited a hearty laugh from both Sirius and Rigel, lightening the mood.
Daphne, who had been silently supportive throughout the exchange, leaned over and gave Rigel a tender kiss. "You did great," she whispered, her eyes shining with pride and affection.
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Walburga's PoV
In the solitude of her study, Walburga Black summoned Kreacher. "Bring me a glass of Superior Red," she ordered, her voice echoing with authority. Wine always aided her contemplation, lending clarity to her thoughts amidst the complexity of her emotions.
Kreacher returned promptly, presenting her with a glass filled with deep, rich red wine. She took a sip, feeling the warmth of the liquid as it flowed down her throat, and settled into her chair, her mind drifting back in time.
She remembered vividly the day when the Greengrass girl had brought her grandson, Rigel, back into her life. It had been nothing short of a life-saving miracle. The boy, fortunately, hadn't turned out like his father, Sirius, who had always been a disappointment to her. But Rigel was different, not exactly what she had hoped for either. He didn't share her ideals, and, more frustratingly, she couldn't control him as she had once controlled others.
Sighing deeply, Walburga contemplated the dire situation she had found herself in before Rigel's return. The thought that the Malfoy heir might have claimed the title of Lord Black was intolerable. She despised the patriarchal rules of the wizarding world that had forced her to relinquish her power. If it had been up to her, she would have held onto it indefinitely.
Yet, not all hope was lost. Walburga was a woman of strategy and resilience. Perhaps, in the future, she might find a way to exert her influence over Rigel. If not directly, then possibly through his godbrother, Harry, or his betrothed, Daphne. She had wielded considerable power in the wizarding world for so long, and she was not prepared to let it slip away without a fight.
Taking another sip of her wine, Walburga's eyes narrowed as she plotted. The Black family legacy was at stake, and she would do whatever it took to preserve it, ensuring that it remained respected and feared in the wizarding community.
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The group, still buzzing from the morning's events, moved to Harry's room, the closest and most convenient location for their next endeavour. Daphne, taking the lead, voiced her suggestion, "I think it's time we try our full Animagus transformations. Tracey, Astoria, we could use your support here. If anything goes wrong, you'll be our lifeline."
Tracey nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Absolutely, I wouldn't miss this for the world," she exclaimed, clapping her hands together in anticipation.
Astoria, with a more reserved but equally supportive demeanour, added, "Yes, we'll be here. Just focus and remember what you've learned."
Harry felt a rush of adrenaline mixed with a hint of nervous excitement. He focused intently on his Animagus form, a majestic white hawk. He had managed partial transformations before – limbs, upper and lower body – but never the complete metamorphosis, and especially not his head. Channelling every ounce of his magical ability and concentration, he envisioned the transformation.
Gradually, his body began to change. Arms morphed into wings with a peculiar sensation, feet and legs reshaped into the taloned extremities of a hawk. The most bizarre sensation was his head reshaping, his senses altering to those of a bird.
Then, in what felt like a moment of magical equilibrium, the transformation completed. Harry, now a hawk, emerged from his pile of clothes, his new form greeted by Tracey and Astoria's awe-struck expressions.
As Harry emerged, Tracey's voice was filled with wonder. "Wow, Harry, you look amazing!" she said, her tone a mix of awe and excitement.
Turning to Daphne and Rigel, Harry saw they too had succeeded. Daphne transformed into a graceful grey tabby cat, and Rigel a sleek black cat, both with striking blue eyes. Their affection for each other was undiminished in their animal forms, evident in their purring and nuzzling.
Eager to test his new abilities, Harry spread his wings. The initial attempt at flight was awkward, but he quickly adapted, soaring around the room with a thrill he hadn't felt since his first Quidditch match. Flying as a bird offered a freedom distinct from broomstick flying, more innate and exhilarating.
Tracey, smiling widely, extended her arm, and Harry, with a slight wobble, managed a landing on it. Harry, now perched on Tracey's arm, flapped his wings slightly, feeling her gentle touch as she petted him. "You're doing so well, Harry," Tracey cooed, her voice soft and encouraging.
Astoria, meanwhile, was amusedly petting Daphne and Rigel, couldn't help but smile. "Oh, look at you two!" she exclaimed as the cats nuzzled each other. "Daphne, your fur is so soft, and you both still seem so... affectionate in these forms."
The room was filled with a mix of laughter and enchanted chatter, as they celebrated this new milestone in their magical journey. It was a moment of light-hearted camaraderie, a brief respite from the challenges they faced outside the walls of this room.
Tracey, with a hint of mischief in her voice, suggested, "Alright, time to turn back. That can be just as challenging as the transformation itself."
Astoria's eyes widened as she realised something, and a blush crept up her cheeks. "Wait, their clothes..." she stammered, pointing at the piles on the floor.
Tracey laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Guess the transformation isn't perfect after all. Time for some eye candy," she quipped, her gaze playfully darting between the animals.
She turned to Daphne first. "Alright, Daphne, you're up. Let's see if you can do it."
The grey tabby cat started transforming back into her human form. As Daphne's features began to change, Tracey swiftly moved to cover Harry's eyes, eliciting an annoyed screech from the hawk in her arms.
Once Daphne was fully human again, she quickly scooped up her clothes and dressed, allowing Tracey to finally release Harry.
"Now, Rigel," Tracey prompted, turning her attention to the black cat.
As Rigel began his transformation, Harry saw his chance for a bit of mischief. Just as Rigel was about to reappear fully, Harry took flight, hovering right in front of Tracey's face, his wings flapping frantically to block her view.
By the time Rigel was dressed and Harry ceased his playful attack, Tracey looked mockingly affronted, having missed her chance for a peek. Astoria, on the other hand, was blushing furiously, trying to avert her gaze from the scene.
Tracey, still wearing a playful grin, finally turned to Harry. "Your turn, Harry. Let's see you change back."
The sensation of reverting from hawk to human was strange and disorienting for Harry. As his body reshaped itself, he felt a wave of relief when his arms returned, quickly using them to cover himself. Despite Tracey's familiarity with his body, the thought of being naked in front of Rigel, Daphne, and especially Astoria made him uncomfortable.
Tracey chuckled, "You've got nothing to be ashamed of, Harry," but he wasn't convinced. Although Tracey might not mind, Harry was keen to preserve some modesty in front of the others.
He quickly gathered his clothes and, turning his back to the group, dressed as swiftly as he could. Once clothed, he received a quick, reassuring kiss from Tracey.
Daphne, looking quite pleased, commented, "Well, that went better than expected. But we definitely need to figure out how to transform with our clothes. We can't have these embarrassing situations every time."
Rigel, thoughtful, suggested, "We could ask Dad. The older generation of Animagi must have had similar problems."
Harry nodded in agreement. "That's a great idea."
Tracey, with a hint of a pout, then asked, "When are you going to help me become an Animagus?"
Harry smiled softly, "First, we should master our own forms. But I promise, we'll help you."
She responded with a quick, approving kiss.
Daphne then addressed Rigel, "We should pen that invitation to Tonks soon, or else we might struggle to fit them in over the break."
Rigel agreed, and together, they left for their room to draft the invitation. Astoria, ever close to her sister, quickly followed after them, leaving Harry and Tracey alone in the room, a sense of accomplishment and camaraderie lingering in the air.
Tracey, with a glint of mischief in her eyes, locked the door to Harry's room. "Time for a bit more practice," she said, her voice low and suggestive.
They were quickly drawn into a fierce snog, passion igniting between them. Clothes were hastily discarded as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. A playful struggle ensued, each vying for dominance in their passionate embrace.
This time, Harry emerged victorious. He held Tracey firmly, bending her over his table. "I win this round," he declared with a triumphant grin before taking her, their passionate battle resuming with renewed vigour.
Meanwhile, in another part of the castle, Daphne, Rigel, and Astoria were diligently penning the invitation to the Tonks family. After careful consideration and a few revisions, they finally agreed on the wording. Rigel took the finished letter, intending to hand it to one of the owls for delivery, leaving Daphne and Astoria alone.
Daphne turned to her sister, a soft concern in her voice. "How are you holding up at home, Tori? After I left, I mean."
Astoria replied with a hint of relief, "It's actually been quieter. Mum and Dad seem calmer. You don't need to worry about me, Daphne. Everything's fine."
Daphne nodded, visibly relieved that her sister was doing well in her absence.
With a cheeky grin, Daphne teased, "So, any boys catching your eye lately?"
Astoria, caught off guard, stammered, "No, there's no one. I mean, sure, some guys are hot, but I don't fancy anyone right now."
Seizing the opportunity to tease her sister further, Daphne inquired, "What about girls?"
Astoria's response was a mix of shock and fluster, her cheeks reddening. "No! I mean— That's not—"
Daphne couldn't hold back her laughter at Astoria's reaction. "I'm only joking, Tori. But seriously, whoever you choose, as long as you're happy, I'll always support you."
Astoria, still recovering from her sister's teasing, managed a small smile, grateful for Daphne's unwavering support and understanding. The sisters shared a moment of warm, sisterly affection, appreciating the bond they had.
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A few days later, two much-anticipated items arrived at Black Castle: a vial of basilisk venom and a response from Andromeda Tonks. In her letter, Andromeda agreed to join them for dinner that very evening, along with her husband and daughter.
The group – Harry, Tracey, Astoria, Daphne, and Rigel – convened in Rigel and Daphne's room for a significant task. Rigel called for Kreacher, who appeared with his usual bow. Rigel then approached a securely locked drawer, pulling out the cursed locket, which seemed to pulsate with a malevolent energy. As he held it, whispers crept into their minds, the locket doing its best to repel them.
Rigel, undeterred, presented a specially crafted container – a jar made of Aetherium glass, a rare magical material known for its ability to contain the most corrosive of substances, including basilisk venom. With a resolute motion, he opened the jar and carefully dropped the locket inside.
The moment the locket came into contact with the venom, it emitted a screech, louder and more piercing than any sound they had heard before – even surpassing the cacophony of the Triwizard Tournament's golden eggs. The noise was short-lived, however, as the locket quickly began to dissolve, its form disintegrating in the venom's potent embrace.
As the locket met its end, Kreacher was overwhelmed with emotion. Tears of joy streamed down the old house-elf's face. The destruction of the locket meant the fulfilment of Regulus Black's final order, a task that had weighed heavily on Kreacher for years. "Thank you, Master Rigel, thank you," he repeated, his voice choked with emotion.
The group watched, a mix of relief and solemnity in their expressions. The destruction of the locket was not just a victory over a dark artefact; it was also a moment of closure for Kreacher.
Harry, who had been quietly observing the destruction of the locket, felt a profound sense of relief wash over him as it was fully neutralised. But a nagging question lingered in his mind. "Why did the locket have such a strong effect on me compared to the rest of you?" he asked, looking around at the group.
Everyone fell into a contemplative silence, pondering Harry's question. It was Rigel who finally spoke up. "I think it might be because of your scar, Harry. We know virtually nothing about it, apart from it being caused by Voldemort's killing curse. And every time you've faced Voldemort, your scar has hurt. There might be some kind of connection between it and the Dark Lord – something we need to investigate thoroughly after this whole Triwizard Tournament situation is resolved."
The group nodded in agreement, the gravity of the situation settling in. Tracey, sensing Harry's unease, pulled him into a comforting hug, offering him silent support.
Later in the day, they met with Sirius to discuss their breakthrough with the Animagus transformation. Sirius initially expressed how impressed he was at their success but couldn't help bursting into laughter upon hearing about their clothing mishap.
Harry, seizing the opportunity, asked, "So, how do you manage to keep your clothes when you transform, Sirius?"
Sirius explained, "You have to focus on transfiguring your clothes as well. What I do is envision my clothes as part of my fur when I transform into a dog. You, Daphne, and Rigel might try something similar. Daphne and Rigel could think of their clothes as part of their cat fur, and Harry, maybe as part of your feathers."
The group listened intently, absorbing Sirius's advice. Daphne nodded, "We'll practise that next. Thanks, Sirius."
They all expressed their gratitude to Sirius for his insight, feeling encouraged and eager to refine their Animagus skills further.
In Harry's room, the group had spent a significant part of the day attempting to transfigure their clothes along with their bodies. Despite their best efforts, the results were mostly a series of destroyed clothes, much to Tracey's amusement.
Deciding to take a break from the challenging endeavour, Tracey, with a mischievous glint in her eye, demanded that they begin teaching her the Animagus transformation. Rigel, however, suggested that Harry could take care of Tracey's training as he and Daphne had preparations to make for the Tonks family's visit that evening.
As Astoria, Daphne and Rigel were about to leave, Daphne paused at Harry's door, turning back with a playful smirk. "Just a reminder, a creaking bed isn't part of Animagus training," she teased.
Harry's cheeks flushed a deep red, while Tracey stuck out her tongue in a cheeky response. Daphne chuckled, "Have fun, you two," before leaving with Rigel and her sister.
As soon as the door closed, Tracey swiftly locked it, pulling Harry into a wild, passionate snog. Harry, between kisses, managed to ask, "Didn't you want to learn about becoming an Animagus?"
Tracey, with a flirtatious smile, replied, "After a bit more of this practice, you can start teaching me." Their clothes were quickly discarded as they rolled around on the bed, lost in each other's embrace.
Meanwhile, in their room, Daphne, Rigel, and Astoria were collaboratively working on an apology letter to Andromeda. It was a delicate task, crafting a message that not only extended a formal invitation for her to rejoin the Black family but also acknowledged and offered compensation for the distress caused by her past banishment.
After several revisions and discussions, they finally agreed on the wording, feeling confident in the letter's heartfelt sincerity and the genuine offer of reparation it represented.
Once the letter was complete, Daphne, under the guise of needing privacy to discuss something 'sensitive' with Rigel, concocted a somewhat flimsy excuse to send Astoria away. "Tori, could you possibly check if Kreacher needs any help with... um, organizing the pantry? I heard him mention something about it being in disarray," Daphne suggested, her attempt at casualness not quite masking her true intentions.
Astoria, raising an eyebrow at the transparent excuse, gave her sister a knowing look. "Oh, of course," she replied with a hint of mischief in her voice. "I wouldn't want Kreacher to struggle with the pantry alone." She then added with a cheeky grin, "Have fun, you two," clearly seeing through her sister's ruse.
No sooner had Astoria closed the door behind her than Daphne and Rigel, now alone, surrendered to the intensity of their feelings. Their mutual affection and desire, kept at bay during the letter's composition, now found expression in a series of passionate, fervent snogs as they slowly made their way towards their bed. The winter break was a time of deepening relationships and passionate discoveries, especially for these young, love-struck teenagers.
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Later that evening, just before dinner, the Floo in Black Castle flared to life, heralding the arrival of the Tonks family. Rigel, poised and welcoming, was waiting for them, Daphne at his side.
He greeted them warmly. "Welcome to Black Castle. I'm Rigel Black," he introduced himself with a courteous nod, then gestured to Daphne, "and this is my betrothed, Daphne Greengrass." The reception from the Tonks family was varied – Andromeda and her husband Ted greeted them with formal politeness, while Nymphadora, true to her nature, greeted them with a casual, friendly demeanour, earning a light scolding from her mother.
Rigel then led the family through the grand halls of the castle, heading towards the dining room. Andromeda glanced around, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. "It seems the castle hasn't changed much since I was last here," she remarked softly.
Upon reaching the dining room, they found Sirius, Remus, Walburga, Harry, Tracey, and Astoria already seated. Rigel introduced each of them: Sirius as his father, Walburga as his grandmother and current regent of the Black family, Remus as a family friend, Harry as his godbrother, Tracey as Harry's girlfriend, and Astoria as his soon-to-be sister-in-law.
He added, "And Tonks, you're already acquainted with everyone here, thanks to your excellent job guarding us at the Quidditch World Cup." He made a point of thanking Tonks again for her service, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed.
As they all took their seats, Tonks, true to her playful nature, sent a flirtatious wink in Remus's direction, reminiscent of their interaction at the Quidditch World Cup. Remus, taken aback, quickly averted his gaze, his cheeks tinged with a telltale blush. Andromeda, with the sharp eye of a mother, didn't miss the subtle exchange.
"Nymphadora," she said in a tone that was firm yet tinged with affection, "this is a formal dinner, not a schoolyard. Please comport yourself accordingly." Her words, though gentle, carried an undeniable authority, causing Tonks to offer a sheepish grin in acknowledgment of her mother's reprimand.
Meanwhile, Kreacher began to serve dinner. The table was a lavish display of culinary excellence: there were platters of roast pheasant, its skin crisped to perfection; bowls of steaming, buttered peas sprinkled with finely chopped mint; fluffy Yorkshire puddings that seemed to melt in the mouth; and thick slices of beef, cooked to a succulent medium-rare, accompanied by a rich, aromatic gravy. For the vegetarians, there was an equally impressive array of stuffed bell peppers and a creamy mushroom risotto. The dessert was a traditional trifle, layered with sponge, fruit, custard, and cream, topped with delicate shavings of dark chocolate.
The room was filled with the clinking of cutlery and the soft murmur of conversation, as the guests enjoyed the sumptuous feast laid out before them. The atmosphere was a delicate balance of formality and emerging warmth, as the Tonks family cautiously navigated their reconnection with the Black family lineage in the grandeur of the castle's dining hall.
After the dinner plates had been cleared, Rigel addressed the Tonks family with a serious yet hopeful tone. "The reason for this invitation isn't a secret. I want to offer you the chance to rejoin the Black family."
Andromeda and Ted exchanged a look of surprise and uncertainty. Andromeda, with a cautious tone, broached the subject of her family's blood status. "Lord Black, you do realise that my daughter is a half-blood, and my husband, Ted, is Muggleborn?"
Rigel nodded, his expression resolute. "I'm well aware. Under my leadership, the Black family will embrace new values. Blood purity is no longer our cornerstone. Strength and character are what I value now. Nymphadora showed immense strength and bravery at the World Cup. It was then I knew I wanted my cousin back in our family – officially."
Andromeda's eyes briefly darted to Walburga, whose expression was less than enthusiastic, clearly not in support of this change.
Rigel, undeterred, produced a letter and handed it to Andromeda. "Please consider this offer. You don't have to decide right away."
Andromeda took the letter, a mix of gratitude and contemplation in her eyes. "Thank you, Lord Black. We'll discuss this and send a formal reply."
Rigel then suggested, "Perhaps now it's time for some cousin bonding. Sirius and Andromeda, you surely have much to catch up on. And I'd like a private word with Tonks."
He led Tonks to the sitting room, where Kreacher had already prepared tea for them. They settled at a small tea table, the atmosphere more relaxed than the formal dinner setting.
Tonks, with her usual straightforwardness, began, "Rigel, I was just doing my job at the World Cup. You don't need to make such a big deal out of it." Her tone was casual, but there was an undercurrent of sincerity, indicating she didn't see her actions as extraordinary, just part of her duty as an Auror.
Rigel, with a serious yet open demeanour, looked at Tonks and said, "I have a confession to make. There was some information I withheld the last time we met. It's time you knew the truth."
Tonks, her expression turning sceptical, waited for him to continue.
Rigel asked gently, "What's your honest opinion of me, Tonks? When we first met, what did you think?"
Tonks, slightly caught off guard by the question, responded thoughtfully. "Well, I was surprised at first. A Black heir appearing out of nowhere? But when we met, you seemed cool, relaxed...almost familiar, as if I'd known you for a long time."
Rigel nodded slowly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You have known me for a long time. Do you remember Jingles?"
Tonks's eyes lit up with recognition and fondness. "Of course, I remember Jingles! My companion for four years, through thick and thin. I was sad when he started favouring Daphne, but I understood. What happened to him, by the way? I meant to ask."
Rigel's expression turned solemn. "Last summer, Jingles ran away, never to be seen again." He paused as he saw Tonks's face fall, then continued, "That's the official story, at least. But the truth is different."
Leaning forward, her interest piqued, Tonks urged him to go on.
Taking a deep breath, Rigel dropped the revelation. "I am Jingles. Or was, depending on how you look at it."
For a moment, Tonks just stared, her mouth agape in disbelief. Then, regaining her composure, she asked, "Are you joking?"
In response, Rigel smiled warmly and said, "Remember the time in your sixth year when you sneaked into a broom closet with two older students? A boy and a girl?"
Tonks's eyes widened in realisation, and she suddenly got up and hugged Rigel tightly, tears brimming in her eyes. "It's really you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I've missed you, Jingles."
As the initial shock of the revelation began to settle, a look of sudden embarrassment crossed Tonks's face. She pulled back slightly, her tone tinged with a mix of humour and mortification. "You mean you remember... everything? All those shenanigans I thought no one knew about?"
Rigel's smile broadened, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "Yes, I remember everything. All the embarrassing things you did."
Tonks's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. "You wouldn't... tell anyone, would you? Especially not my mum?"
Chuckling, Rigel assured her, "I wouldn't rat out my own cousin. Your secrets are safe with me."
Tonks' expression shifted, first to one of relief, then to one of slight disgruntlement, before she asked, "Why didn't you mention this the last time we met? That's some pretty big news."
Rigel's expression softened as he explained, "Last time we met, I was still getting used to being in this body. And honestly, I hadn't quite figured out how to bring it up. It's not exactly an easy topic to broach."
Tonks relaxed again, her expression understanding. "I get it. That's a lot to process for anyone. Just... it's weird, but also kind of amazing, knowing you were there all along."
The revelation and the emotional reunion marked a poignant moment, bridging the gap between Rigel's past and present, and rekindling a bond that had been formed in the most unexpected of ways. Despite the initial shock and embarrassment, their relationship was now marked by a deeper understanding and a shared history that stretched back further than either had initially realised.
Rigel, feeling the warmth of the reunion, said softly, "I missed you too, Tonks. And finding out we're cousins made it all the more special."
Tonks, still in disbelief, urged him, "What happened? Tell me everything."
Rigel took a deep breath and began unfolding his extraordinary tale. "Jingles was originally the Potter family cat. Sirius left me with the Potters for protection after my mother passed away. The night Voldemort killed the Potters, he also killed both Jingles and me. But instead of moving on, my soul ended up in Jingles' body, and I lived as a cat."
He paused, recalling the confusion of those times. "When I woke up, I was at Hogwarts. I was only three years old at the time of my death, and the trauma made me forget my human life. I remembered pieces of Halloween 1981, but it felt like a distant, foggy dream."
Rigel leaned forward, his hands clasped together as he spoke, his eyes reflecting the depth of his experience. "I always knew I wasn't just a regular cat. Dumbledore's explanation of me being a magical cat seemed plausible at the time."
Tonks listened intently, her eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of disbelief. She leaned back in her chair, absently twisting a strand of her hair, a habit when she was deep in thought.
Rigel's voice grew softer, more reflective as he continued. "Everything changed when I met Daphne. I felt an inexplicable bond with her." He gestured with his hands, illustrating the connection he felt, "We strengthened that bond to the point where we could communicate through it." He paused, a smile flickering on his lips as he thought of Daphne. "With her help, I pieced together my past, regained my memories, and reclaimed my identity as Rigel Black."
Tonks's expression shifted to one of understanding, her earlier scepticism melting away. She leaned forward, mirroring Rigel's posture, fully absorbed in his story.
"Walburga found a necromancer who performed a ritual to create a new body for me, transferring my soul from the cat body to this one." Rigel finished, his voice carrying a note of finality. He leaned back, his eyes searching Tonks's face for a reaction, the weight of his story hanging between them.
Tonks, astounded, said, "That's an insane story, Rigel, but I believe you."
Rigel, grateful for her belief, said, "Thank you, Tonks. And I need to ask a favour."
"Anything, Rigel," she replied earnestly.
"I really want your family to rejoin the Blacks. I doubt Andromeda and Ted are convinced, but maybe if their daughter vouched for it..." Rigel said, eying her carefully.
Tonks frowned slightly. "Are you sure? Mum's usually sharp about these things."
Rigel explained, "Your mother doesn't trust me, but you do. I plan to change more than just the Black family – I aim to transform the entire Wizarding World. And I'll need all the help I can get."
Tonks, her curiosity piqued, leaned forward. "How do you plan to transform the wizarding world, Rigel? What's your vision?"
Rigel paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "I want to create a world where an individual's strength, character, and merit are what truly matter. A world where blood status, family background, or influence don't dictate one's opportunities or worth. It's about valuing people for who they are and what they can do, not the circumstances of their birth."
Tonks's expression shifted to one of determination, her resolve clearly strengthened by Rigel's words. "Count me in, cousin."
Rigel smiled, a sense of camaraderie and shared purpose blossoming between them. "Thank you, cousin," he said warmly, acknowledging the new bond and the journey they were about to embark on together.
Rigel and Tonks returned to the dining room, where Sirius and Andromeda were deeply engaged in conversation, seemingly reconnecting after years of separation. Their expressions were animated, a mix of nostalgia and newfound understanding in their exchange.
Noticing their return, Sirius and Andromeda momentarily paused their conversation. Rigel, glancing at the clock, suggested, "It's getting quite late. Perhaps it's best for you to head home."
Andromeda and Ted nodded in agreement, their faces reflecting a blend of contemplation and gratitude for the evening. Rigel led them to the sitting room, where the Floo network was set up for their departure. The atmosphere was warm, albeit tinged with the gravity of the evening's discussions.
At the fireplace, farewells were exchanged with a genuine sense of cordiality. "Thank you for a lovely dinner," Andromeda said, her voice sincere. Ted and Tonks echoed her sentiments, their faces showing appreciation for the hospitality.
Rigel, with a final earnest look, urged them once more, "Please consider my offer. It would mean a great deal to have you back in the family." His tone was hopeful, yet respectful of their need to make their own decision.
With nods and murmured farewells, the Tonks family stepped into the green flames and disappeared.
Once they had gone, Daphne, who had been quietly observing the interactions, approached Rigel. "Did everything go well?" she asked, her blue eyes searching his face for clues.
Rigel responded with a confident smile and a nod. "Yes, I think it did." His expression conveyed a sense of hope and satisfaction, a testament to the steps he had taken to bring his family together.
Daphne's face lit up with a smile that matched his, her eyes sparkling with pride and affection. The evening had been a significant one for them, marking not just a reunion but the beginning of a new chapter for the Black family.
~~~o~~~
In the Lord's study the next day, after breakfast, Sirius and Rigel found themselves in a private conversation. Sirius began by addressing the previous evening's events. "I must say, Rigel, inviting the Tonks family back was a brilliant idea. But from Andromeda's tone, it seems they might not take up the offer."
Rigel, unfazed, responded with confidence, "I think they will, Dad. And even if they don't, we've made them allies for our future endeavours."
Shifting the topic, Rigel added, "We've discovered something intriguing about Uncle Regulus."
Sirius, his brows furrowing in confusion, asked, "Why were you delving into Regulus's past? What brought this on?"
Rigel explained, "A few nights ago, Harry woke up in agony, his scar hurting terribly. We traced the pain to Uncle Regulus's room and found a locket there. Not just any locket – a Horcrux made by Voldemort."
Sirius's expression turned to one of anger and concern. "Why am I hearing about this only now? I'm your father, and Harry's guardian. Anything that concerns his well-being should've been brought to me immediately."
Rigel offered a sincere apology. "I'm sorry, Dad. There just wasn't a right time to tell you."
Sirius, still concerned, asked, "Where is this locket now? We should hand it over to the Ministry for destruction."
Rigel chuckled, "The Ministry is too corrupt for that, especially with people like Malfoy involved. We've already destroyed the Horcrux with basilisk venom that Grandmother acquired."
Sirius nodded, his expression softening slightly with a hint of approval. "And how does all this tie back to Regulus?"
Rigel continued, "Kreacher knew where the locket was. Voldemort used him to test the defences. Kreacher told Regulus, and, surprisingly, Regulus went to retrieve the locket himself."
Sirius's eyes widened in disbelief. "That can't be... There's no way Regulus would've turned against Voldemort." The revelation seemed to shake the very foundation of what Sirius believed about his brother, rewriting a narrative he had long held as truth.
Rigel, with a measured tone, responded to Sirius's disbelief. "All the evidence seems to point that way. It's possible Uncle Regulus turned against Voldemort, much like Walburga, without abandoning his beliefs about blood purity."
Sirius contemplated this for a moment, then nodded in reluctant agreement. "That's likely, I suppose. It's somewhat comforting to know Regulus wasn't entirely a piece of shit in the end."
The moment led to an affectionate father-son hug, an exchange of mutual respect and understanding. Sirius, breaking the embrace, thanked Rigel for sharing the information. "Thank you for telling me, Rigel. It means a lot."
Sirius then shifted the topic, concern evident in his voice. "How are you and Harry coping with the tournament?"
Rigel shrugged slightly, "I'm fine with it; I wanted to enter, after all. Harry, though, is a mix of nervous, anxious, and afraid. But he's strong. I'm sure he can handle the tournament."
Sirius offered reassurance, "Remember, I'm here to help whenever you need it."
"Thanks, Dad," Rigel replied, a brief pause following as he considered his next words. "Actually, there's something else. Could you look into curse scars? Like Harry's. I'm concerned about how affected he was by the Horcrux."
Sirius's expression turned serious. "I'll see what I can find out. It's a rare topic, but I'll contact you if I come across anything useful."
Rigel thanked his father again before adding, "Now, I should go and bolster Harry's confidence a bit."
Sirius chuckled, a light-hearted note in his voice. "Just don't overdo it, alright?"
Rigel smiled back at his father, a hint of mischief in his eyes, as he left the Lord's study, ready to face whatever challenges the tournament—and their larger mission—might bring.
~~~o~~~
Rigel stepped into Harry's room, where Harry, Daphne, Tracey, and Astoria were engaged in a lively conversation. Their faces lit up as he entered, the atmosphere warm and filled with camaraderie. After exchanging a few cheerful greetings and jokes, Rigel settled comfortably among them.
Once the laughter had subsided, Rigel turned his attention to Harry, his expression turning thoughtful. "So, Harry, how are you feeling about the upcoming tournament?"
Harry's smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of earnest concern. "Honestly, I'm quite scared. The tasks... they're daunting. I'm worried I might not be up to the challenge."
Tracey, sitting beside Harry, reached over and took his hand, her eyes blazing with fierce support. "Harry, you're incredibly brave and strong. You've faced worse than this and come out on top. Those tasks don't stand a chance against you," she said passionately, her words infused with unwavering confidence in him.
Rigel nodded in agreement with Tracey, then posed a question to Harry. "What can we do to help you realise your own strength? I believe in you too, Harry. The only way you could fail is if you don't believe in yourself enough."
Harry, deep in thought, finally broke the silence. "How about a duel against you, Rigel? It might help me overcome some of my fear."
Rigel looked at Harry with a mix of surprise and scepticism. "A duel? How do you think that will help you with the tournament?"
Harry's eyes met Rigel's with a determined spark. "I need to push myself, test my limits. And what better way than to duel my big brother? Besides, we haven't had a proper one-on-one duel since you became human again."
Rigel's expression shifted from scepticism to a more serious demeanour. "Just to be clear, Harry, if we duel, I won't hold back. I'll treat you as an equal opponent."
"That's exactly what I want," Harry replied, his voice steady. "I don't expect any less from you. I need to know where I stand, to see how far I've come."
The air between the brothers was charged with a sense of anticipation and respect. It was clear that this was more than just a duel; it was a chance for Harry to measure his growth and for Rigel to acknowledge Harry's progress as a wizard. Both understood the significance of the moment, and they were ready to face each other not just as brothers, but as equals in magical prowess.
The group then made their way down to the castle's training room, equipped with a duelling ring specifically designed for magical combat. The air was filled with a mix of anticipation and determination, as they prepared for a duel that was more than just a test of skill—it was a crucial step for Harry to gauge his own growth and readiness for the challenges ahead.
The duelling ring was a place of intense focus and determination as Harry and Rigel stepped inside, while Daphne and Astoria took their seats as spectators. Protective spells had been cast around the ring, ensuring their safety while they watched the duel unfold.
Tracey, positioned outside the ring, began the countdown. Harry was full of anticipation and nervous excitement. He knew he had to fight with everything he had. Yet, as he faced Rigel, his mind struggled to formulate a strategy against his imposing brother.
As Tracey's countdown was about to reach its climax, Harry braced himself. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He was acutely aware of every sensation - the slight chill in the air, the steady hum of the protective spells around the ring, and the intense gaze of Rigel, poised and ready.
The moment Tracey called "Go!", Harry sprang into action, unleashing a rapid succession of spells. His wand movements were a blur, a mixture of offensive jinxes and hexes aimed to disorient and overwhelm. Rigel, however, moved with a fluid grace that belied the power he wielded. He deflected Harry's spells with a flick of his wand, his shield charms robust and unyielding, his dodges almost unpredictable.
Rigel's taunt echoed in the ring, "Come on, Harry. Show me that fire affinity of yours!" He launched a counter-attack, his spells a dazzling display of magical prowess, forcing Harry into a defensive retreat.
But Harry, spurred by Rigel's challenge, tapped into his core strength – his affinity for fire. As Rigel sent a massive severing charm towards him Harry conjured a powerful blaze. He focused his will, his hands outstretched, guiding the flames to meet the incoming charm. The fire roared like a living entity, hungry and consuming. It collided with the severing charm, a spectacle of sparks and flames. The severing charm, caught in the fiery maelstrom, started to dissipate, eaten away by the intense heat. Rigel, momentarily caught off guard, leaped to the side, but not before the flames licked at his robes, leaving a charred mark on his right arm.
Rigel chuckled, a sound that carried respect and admiration. "That's more like it, Harry. Always full of surprises."
Harry, seizing the moment, sent another barrage of flames towards Rigel. The intensity of the duel escalated, with Harry pushing his limits. Rigel raised a powerful shield, but Harry was relentless. He focused on the shield, pouring every ounce of his magical energy into the flames, determined to burn through it. The fire intensified, crackling and hissing as it ate away at the magical barrier.
Then, in a stunning display, the shield shattered under the relentless assault of Harry's fire. Rigel was momentarily engulfed in the inferno, causing Astoria and Tracey to gasp in shock. Daphne, however, remained composed, her expression indicating her faith in Rigel's capabilities.
As Harry prepared to capitalise on his advantage, he was suddenly knocked off his feet by a bludgeoning curse from Rigel. As he hit the ground, he looked up just in time to see Rigel yell "Glacius". The flames around him instantly froze, turning into a sculpture of ice. With a swift gesture, Rigel shattered the icy encasement, standing amidst the fragments, his robes and pants charred with numerous holes. Remarkably, his skin appeared mostly unscathed, a testament to his defensive skill.
Rigel looked down at his scorched robes with a playful grimace. "You've destroyed my favourite pair of robes, Harry," he said, his voice laced with mock exasperation. With a reluctant sigh, he stripped off the damaged garment and tossed it out of the ring, continuing the duel shirtless.
This action elicited an audible reaction from Astoria, who couldn't conceal her appreciation of the view, prompting chuckles from both Daphne and Tracey.
Harry, meanwhile, was astounded to see Rigel still standing there, unfazed and confident as ever. Despite being engulfed in flames moments ago, Rigel's poise hadn't wavered. This starkly highlighted the gap in their abilities, but Harry steeled himself, determined to give his best.
As Harry swiftly got back to his feet, Rigel wasted no time and set him ablaze with an 'Incendio' spell. Harry was initially confused – fire was his element, it didn't harm him. Why would Rigel use such a tactic? But then it clicked: Rigel was flooding him with more fire than he had ever attempted to control. The sensation was reminiscent of facing the dragon, both overwhelming and exhilarating. Harry struggled to gain control over the raging inferno, maintaining his defensive stance. The fire was hot but not painful.
Rigel ceased his fiery assault and taunted, "Can you handle it, Harry?"
Harry, still battling to control the massive amount of fire, was visibly overwhelmed. Yet, he reminded himself, he had controlled a dragon's fire before. This was just another challenge.
The duelling ring was now an inferno, save for the spot where Rigel stood. The room's temperature had risen dramatically, even the protective enchantments around the ring couldn't completely shield Daphne, Tracey, and Astoria from the intense heat, causing them to fan themselves in discomfort.
Rigel taunted again, a challenging glint in his eye. "If you can't control it, Harry, you can always give up. Otherwise, I'll resume my attack any moment now."
Harry, amidst the sea of flames, focused his will. He knew he had the strength to master this challenge. The fire around him danced and flickered, a testament to his growing control and determination.
Rigel, seizing the momentary lapse in Harry's focus, shot a piercing hex directly into the heart of the inferno. The spell grazed Harry's upper thigh, causing him to stumble briefly.
Gritting his teeth, Harry channelled all his willpower and magic into the flames. After an intense struggle, he managed to bend the fire to his will, letting the massive amounts swirl around his arms in a mesmerising dance of heat and light.
Rigel let out an impressed whistle as Harry emerged from the inferno, the fire now a controlled extension of his body. Without hesitation, Harry used the fire like tendrils, latching onto Rigel's arms. He could see the discomfort in his brother's eyes as the fire seared into his skin.
But Rigel, ever resourceful, responded with a sly grin. In a flash, he transformed into his Animagus form, a sleek black cat, slipping easily from Harry's fiery grasp.
Harry couldn't help but laugh at the sight, taunting, "Planning to fight back in the nude, Rigel?" His eyes flicked to Rigel's discarded pants lying beneath the feline form.
Rigel, unfazed, flicked his tail, and a blazing red stunner shot toward Harry. Time seemed to slow down for Harry, who realised too late that Rigel, having spent most of his life as a cat, could indeed cast spells in his Animagus form.
In the nick of time, Harry managed to burn away the stunner before it could hit him. However, Rigel quickly followed up, freezing Harry's feet to the ground with a 'Glacius' spell. As Harry focused his fire to melt the ice, Rigel unleashed a barrage of stunners in a wide arc. Overwhelmed, Harry couldn't incinerate them all, and the world went dark as one found its mark.
When Harry woke up on his bed, he was surrounded by the soft murmur of friends and family, their voices a soothing backdrop as he slowly came to. His body ached from the intensity of the duel, reminding him of both his vulnerabilities and the challenges he still faced.
Rigel was there, his expression a mixture of concern and pride. "Harry, you did something remarkable out there," he said softly. "The way you controlled fire, turning it into an extension of your will – that was impressive. You've awakened a new ability, burning away spells. That's not just skill; it's a sign of your growing power."
Harry lay there, absorbing Rigel's words. Despite the defeat, there was no denying the significance of what he had achieved. Yet, the duel had also laid bare the gap that still existed between them, reminding him of the journey he still had to traverse.
"Thanks, Rigel," Harry replied, his voice tinged with both gratitude and a hint of wistfulness. "I didn't win, but what happened... it's given me a lot to think about. I've come a long way, but there's still so much more to learn."
The duel, while physically and emotionally draining, had offered Harry a clear glimpse of his potential and the areas where he needed to grow. It was a sobering yet motivating experience, reinforcing his determination to continue pushing his limits and honing his skills.
~~~o~~~
As New Year's Eve approached, the atmosphere at Black Castle was filled with excitement and anticipation. Harry extended an invitation to Hermione and Neville to join in the celebrations, while Daphne, in a gesture of sisterly affection, invited Ginny and Luna, hoping to surprise Astoria.
Upon their arrival, Hermione presented Harry with a thoughtful gift – a photo album. "I thought, since you got the album of your parents and you already have a camera, you might like to start your own photo album," she explained with a warm smile.
Harry was touched by the idea and set about capturing memories throughout the day. He took various photographs – some of his friends individually, others in small groups. One particularly beautiful shot captured Daphne and Rigel in a tender kiss, a moment of affection frozen in time.
Tracey, seeing the picture, playfully insisted that Harry take a similar photo of them. "We need one of us kissing too, Harry!" she exclaimed with a grin. Harry, amused and happy to oblige, snapped a charming picture of them sharing a kiss.
As midnight drew near, everyone except Walburga gathered in the garden, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of wand light and the starry night sky. Harry set up his camera on a tripod, enchanting it to take several snapshots around the stroke of midnight.
The group counted down the final seconds together, their voices joining in unison. As the countdown hit zero, they erupted into cheers of "Happy New Year!" while shooting a dazzling array of colourful sparks into the sky with their wands. The night air was alive with magic and celebration.
Surrounded by his friends and family, Harry felt a profound sense of happiness and belonging. The night was a perfect blend of joy, laughter, and the magic of togetherness. Later, when he reviewed the snapshots taken by the camera, he found several perfect captures – each one a precious memory, a moment to be treasured in his new photo album. The pictures, full of life and colour, were indeed worthy of being entries in his own collection of cherished moments.
~~~o~~~
As the end of the winter break drew near, the mood at Black Castle grew bittersweet. When the time came for the group to return to Hogwarts, Sirius found himself struggling with the goodbyes. It was evident in his lingering hugs and the reluctance in his voice that he would have preferred to keep them by his side a little longer. Despite his brave front, the affection and concern he held for them were unmistakable.
The journey back to Hogwarts was uneventful, marked by quiet conversations and shared anticipation for the upcoming challenges. The sense of normalcy during the ride was a comforting contrast to the excitement and uncertainty awaiting them at school.
Once back at Hogwarts, the group wasted no time in preparing for the second task of the Triwizard Tournament. Harry and Rigel focused on mastering several key charms essential for the challenge. They practised warming charms diligently, ensuring they could withstand the frigid temperatures of the Black Lake. The Bubblehead Charm was next, a necessity for breathing underwater. Finally, they worked on perfecting tracking charms. The plan was for Daphne to be taken as a 'hostage' for the task, and Rigel would easily locate her through their bond, with Harry following Rigel using the tracking charm.
As they worked, a thought struck Harry. It was clear that for Rigel it would be Daphne who he "would sorely miss", but who would be Harry's hostage, and how would that be determined? Lost in thought, he didn't notice Rigel's curious glance.
"What's on your mind, Harry?" Rigel asked, noticing his brother's distant look.
Harry hesitated for a moment before sharing his concern. "I was just thinking about who my hostage might be. The more I think about it, the only person who makes sense is Tracey."
Rigel chuckled softly, and Tracey, overhearing the conversation, sidled up to Harry, wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace. "I'm sure you'll do great, Harry," she said encouragingly.
With a determined look, Harry declared, "I won't let anything happen to you, Tracey."
Tracey responded with mock severity, "You better not. If I have to spend a minute longer in that cold water than necessary, the lake creatures will be the least of your worries."
Harry gulped, his friends' laughter filling the air around him. Tracey then leaned in and gave him a quick, reassuring kiss, her gesture lightening the mood and bolstering Harry's resolve.
Confident in their charm work, they decided to test their skills in a real-world scenario. The group made their way to the Black Lake, the cold of late January biting at their skin. Rigel and Harry, after casting the warming and Bubblehead charms on themselves, dove into the lake.
Tracey, watching from the shore, wrapped her arms around herself and commented, "Just watching them jump in is making me freeze."
Under the lake's icy surface, Harry and Rigel found themselves surprisingly comfortable. The warming charms kept the chill at bay, and the bubblehead charms provided a steady supply of air. They swam with purpose, scouting the lake for both potential dangers and the location of the Merpeople village.
After about an hour of exploration, they had successfully located the Merpeople village and identified several threats, including a few lurking Grindylows. Satisfied with their reconnaissance, they resurfaced and relayed their findings to the rest of the group.
Their successful venture into the lake bolstered their confidence. The second task, while daunting, now seemed more manageable. With thorough preparation and the support of their friends, Harry and Rigel felt ready to face whatever challenges lay beneath the lake's icy surface.
Late January at Hogwarts was not just a time of preparation for the Triwizard Tournament, but also a special occasion for Rigel – his birthday. It was a significant one, marking his first birthday as a human. Despite this, Rigel had expressed a desire for a low-key celebration, not wanting too much fuss made over him.
Nevertheless, when January 27th arrived, the group gathered in the Room of Requirement after classes to celebrate in their own way. The room had been transformed to resemble Black Castle, creating an atmosphere Rigel was fond of and comfortable in.
They shared a meal together, the atmosphere filled with warmth and camaraderie. As they ate, they exchanged warm hugs and presented Rigel with small but thoughtful gifts, each one reflecting their understanding and appreciation of him.
During the celebration, Harry couldn't help but notice a certain glint in Daphne's eyes as she interacted with Rigel. There was an unspoken promise of something more, likely a private celebration planned for later, just between the two of them.
Harry's gaze then drifted to Tracey, sparking a realisation about their own relationship. Unlike Rigel and Daphne, they didn't have the luxury of a betrothal suite at Hogwarts, making intimate moments a bit more challenging to find. He made a mental note to think about possible solutions later on.
The rest of the evening was spent in joyous celebration, with laughter and stories filling the room. It was a night of simple pleasures, a testament to their friendship and the bonds they had formed. Rigel's first human birthday was a memorable one, filled with the warmth and affection of his closest friends.
~~~o~~~
As the weeks flew by, the day of the second task arrived with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. The night before the task, Tracey and Daphne had mysteriously "disappeared", undoubtedly selected as the hostages for Harry and Rigel in the upcoming challenge. Surprisingly, Hermione too had disappeared.
Around the Black Lake, stands had been erected, now packed with spectators eager to witness the event. The atmosphere was electric with excitement and tension. Their friends were among the audience, their faces a mix of concern and support.
To enhance the viewing experience, four MystiFrames had been set up, each designed to show the progress of a different champion. This allowed the audience to follow the task closely, despite it taking place underwater.
As Harry and Rigel, along with the other champions, approached the edge of the Black Lake, they were greeted by Ludo Bagman, his voice booming and cheerful as he addressed the champions and the crowd.
"Welcome, champions, to the second task of the Triwizard Tournament!" Bagman announced, his hands gesturing grandly. "Today, you will all face the depths of the Black Lake. Your objective is simple: rescue your hostage within one hour."
He paused, looking at each champion in turn. "Remember, you will be scored on speed and technique. And, let me remind you, injuries will cost you points."
Bagman's tone then softened, adding a note of reassurance. "But not to worry, your hostages are perfectly safe. We have set up multiple enchantments to ensure their protection." Harry noted the emphasis, suspecting Walburga's influence behind these safety measures.
Bagman continued, "When you hear the sound of the cannon, your task begins. Good luck, champions! May you all perform with the courage and skill befitting this great tournament."
The champions, now lined up at the platform's edge, looked into the dark, foreboding waters of the lake. Harry's heart pounded in his chest, the gravity of the task setting in. Despite his preparation, a wave of anxiety washed over him.
He glanced at Rigel, who gave him a nod of encouragement. Harry took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself. The thought of Tracey waiting in the cold water spurred him on. The prospect of facing her wrath if he was too slow was a surprisingly effective motivator.
The cannon fired, its sound echoing across the lake, and Harry, filled with determination, jumped into the icy waters. He quickly cast the warming and Bubblehead charms, just as they had practised. Before arriving at the platform, he had cast a tracking charm on Rigel to avoid raising any suspicions. Now, with everything in place, he was ready to tackle the challenges of the Black Lake, focused on finding Tracey and proving his strength in the tournament.
Guided by the tracking charm, Harry swam through the murky depths of the Black Lake, following Rigel at a discreet distance. The water was dark and cold around him, but his warming charm kept him comfortable as he navigated the underwater landscape.
Harry's journey through the murky depths of the Black Lake was unexpectedly interrupted when he suddenly found himself surrounded by a group of Grindylows. Their gnarled, slimy fingers reached out and grasped him, their grip surprisingly strong. For a moment, Harry was caught off guard, the cold, clammy hands of the creatures pulling him into their midst.
Panic threatened to set in as he struggled against their hold, but then, amidst the chaos, he remembered Professor Lupin's lessons from the previous year. Lupin had taught them about these water demons and the most effective way to repel them – the Revulsion Jinx, 'Relashio'.
With quick thinking and a surge of determination, Harry pointed his wand at the nearest Grindylow and shouted, "Relashio!" A jet of hot water shot out from his wand, striking the creature and causing it to release its grip. He quickly turned, casting the spell again and again, each burst of hot water forcing the Grindylows to recoil and retreat.
Breathing heavily from the exertion and the adrenaline rush, Harry managed to break free from the swarm. He steadied himself in the water, his heart still pounding from the close encounter as he resumed following the signal from the tracking charm. It led him straight to the Merpeople village, where Rigel was hovering near four girls, all in a state of enchanted slumber. Harry recognised Daphne, Tracey, and Hermione, and a small blonde girl he didn't know, likely Fleur's hostage.
As Harry approached, Rigel gave him an approving nod and used a severing charm to cut the rope binding Daphne's leg. He then swiftly began swimming upwards with her towards the surface.
Harry prepared to do the same with Tracey but hesitated. What if Viktor Krum couldn't find Hermione? His concern for her safety momentarily held him back as he scanned the water for any sign of Krum.
Suddenly, a shark-like figure rapidly approached. Harry instinctively dodged, ready to defend himself. But as the shark passed by, he noticed it had the body of a man. Realising this must be Krum in an Animagus or transfigured form, Harry watched as Krum freed Hermione and started to ascend with her.
Harry glanced at the remaining hostage, contemplating whether he should wait for Fleur. However, remembering Bagman's assurances of their safety, he decided to act. With a heavy heart but knowing it was the right decision, Harry cast a severing charm to free Tracey. Before swimming upwards, he cast a warming charm on her, hoping to mitigate any anger from the cold water.
As they broke the surface, Tracey's eyes fluttered open, quickly focusing on Harry. Her relief was palpable, and without a moment's hesitation, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. Between breaths, she whispered, her voice filled with emotion and gratitude, "You did it, Harry. I'm so happy, so proud of you."
The sound of the crowd cheering and the lake's waves seemed to fade into insignificance as they shared this moment. Harry, still catching his breath from both the task and the kiss, could only smile back, his heart racing with a mix of adrenaline and affection.
Harry and Tracey, still entwined in each other's arms, swam back to the platform where Madam Pomfrey and the judges awaited them. As they climbed out of the water, they were immediately wrapped in enchanted blankets. The blankets not only warmed them up rapidly but also dried their clothes, providing much-needed comfort after the chilly task.
Madam Pomfrey, ever diligent, quickly checked them over for injuries, her experienced eyes scanning for any signs of harm. Fortunately, they were both unscathed.
Rigel approached them, a look of concern mixed with curiosity on his face. "Why did you stay behind so long, Harry?" he asked. "It might have cost you points."
Harry's response was firm, perhaps a bit colder than he intended. "I was more concerned about Hermione's safety than the points."
Before the slight tension between the brothers could escalate, their attention was drawn to Fleur, who appeared anxious and distressed. It became clear that she had been unable to complete the task and save her hostage.
However, relief washed over Fleur when a Merperson emerged from the lake, bringing the small blonde girl to safety. Fleur rushed to her, speaking rapidly in French, her voice filled with relief as she enveloped the girl in a tight hug.
The judges then stepped forward to announce the scores. Rigel received full marks from Bagman, Crouch, and Dumbledore, but received low scores from Maxime and Karkaroff, resulting in a total of 40 points.
To Harry's surprise, he also received 40 points, tying him with Rigel. The judges seemed to have been moved by his display of loyalty and friendship towards Hermione, awarding him bonus points despite his third-place finish.
Krum looked slightly miffed by the results, but his annoyance was overshadowed by Karkaroff's evident outrage at the scoring.
Dumbledore, sensing the growing tension, quickly dismissed the champions, likely to discuss the matter privately with the judges. As Harry and the others made their way from the platform, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, not just for the points, but for having prioritised his friends' safety over the competition.
A few days after the second task, as Daphne and Rigel were leaving their suite to grab breakfast, they were greeted by an unexpected sight. Fred and George Weasley stood outside their door, their expressions a mix of mischief and earnestness.
"Morning, Rigel, Daphne," Fred began, "We need a bit of help. Well, Rigel's help, to be exact."
Rigel raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What do you need from me?"
George chimed in, "We want to celebrate Harry being in first place – well, tied for first. We're planning a big party for him in the Gryffindor common room, but we're missing a crucial ingredient: Alcohol. And since we're not of age, nor do we have the funds, we can't get any."
Fred added with a hopeful grin, "So we thought, maybe Harry's big brother could help set up a proper party for him. We just need the alcohol; we'll handle the rest."
Rigel exchanged a quick glance with Daphne, who nodded subtly in approval. Turning back to the twins, he said, "I'll do you one better. I'll make sure Professor McGonagall is out of the castle during the party, and I'll provide all the alcohol you need. In return, the party isn't just about Harry, but both Hogwarts Champions. And it's open to all students who want to attend."
Fred and George looked slightly taken aback. "But everyone won't fit in the Gryffindor common room," George pointed out.
Rigel chuckled. "I doubt many Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws will come. Even among the Slytherins, not everyone will be on board. But I want this to be a step towards unity among the houses. So, under the condition that it's open to everyone, I'm in. Don't worry about spreading the word to the other houses; I'll take care of it through secure channels. The professors won't catch wind of it."
After a brief exchange of glances, Fred and George extended their hands to Daphne and Rigel. "Deal," they said in unison.
Daphne and Rigel shook their hands, a sense of excitement building. This party was not just going to be a fun celebration; it promised to be a significant step in breaking down the barriers between the houses, fostering a sense of unity and camaraderie across Hogwarts.