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This MF is back with Chapter 6.
AND I AM FRIKKING TIRED.
And happy, but whatever.
Two exams. Cumulatively worth 690 (nice) marks.
Just kill me already.
At least the vacations have started.
WAHOOOO!
Anyway, let's get on with it.
THE NAME'S POTTER… HARRY POTTER
CHAPTER 6
Please Ignore The Screams Of Agony
Jarkill scrambled to the door and pulled it open. On the other side stood Master Fronksh, this time immaculately dressed in a healer's robe and equipment.
"Master Fronksh, you don't look like you spent days looking for the ingredients," Drakontooth commented.
"Well, I did, but I also accidentally, and I mean accidentally, set it a week earlier. I collected the ingredients and changed the ritual as required a week ago, and Ijust returned from a… research trip… to the Andaman & Nicobar Islands." Master Fronksh said, with whatever passed for a grin in the Goblin world.
Jarkill barked out a laugh, and Drakontooth joined in with a chuckle. James just stood there unperturbed, with a smirk pulling at his lips. Harry stood aside, speechless, and rather amused. Rimhook busied himself by setting up the room for the ritual.
"Rimhook!" Master Fronksh said, "Stop, this room won't be required. We need a bigger and more magically saturated chamber. And for that, we need to meet Director Ragnok. I'm sorry I didn't consult you…"
"No worries Master Fronksh, Director Ragnok is already affiliated with us, and he knows of our presence here." James interrupted, "But please act carefully later on. You never know who's on the other side."
"So, will he allow us to use it?"
"Director Ragnok has given us a Tilet Sapat pass, which I think means a Level 7 pass, which should allow us to use any chamber as required. So please, advise us about which room we should use."
"I believe Ritual Room 4 will be suitable for us."
"Of course, follow me then people!" Rimhook said, walking out of the door.
After a long, winding trip through endless identical corridors, going steadily lower, the team reached a nondescript slate door. Rimhook pressed a rune on the door, and it slid open with nary a sound, revealing, to nobody's surprise, a room.
But something did surprise the non-goblins. This room was, unlike others, completely devoid of any paintings or carvings or frescoes or runes.
"Jarkill, Drakontooth, use these stencils and inks to draw these runes in a square. Don't worry about the order. Give the sides 5-metres length. Rimhook, help me prepare the potion. Stir it!" He said, tossing a stone onto the floor, which turned into a cauldron simmering over a flame, a ladle stuck inside it. "Mr Potter, we'll again need some blood. This time a knife is unnecessary. Only a pinprick will do. RIMHOOK!" He kept commanding everyone, from the first second after he entered the room.
Rimhook came to Harry, and in seconds, he pricked a pin into his finger, and dripped a drop into the cauldron. He worked his magic on the wound, and it healed quickly. Taking the ladle, he began stirring the potion, which changed from light purple to a light green tone.
"Mr Potter, this cauldron contains a special goblin brew. It was originally designed to restrain and calm goblins who had been grievously hurt. It essentially calms the body to an extent that can't be easily reversed. It appears nearly like death. Per the ritual, the runes will draw out the soul piece, the potion will make you virtually indetectable to it, and a chant will draw it and trap it inside this crystal," Fronksh took out a large reddish-white chunk of quartz, "and if we destroy the crystal, we destroy the soul. Done, that's it. You'll be free. Then, I will use this other brew to wake you up in a few moments."
"So, should I go into the square?"
"Yes, go! And lie down on the floor."
Harry followed what Fronksh said, and waited.
"Don't lie down yet! Drink the potion first." Fronksh scolded, while scooping out a ladle of the potion.
"It's hot, be careful. Just a sip or two." He held the ladle at Harry's level. Harry took a small sip, and started to feel drowsy. He took another sip, and collapsed on the ground, fast asleep. His colour paled dramatically, and he looked dead.
"Don't worry, he'll be alright." Fronksh said, carefully stepping out of the square, careful not to damage the runes.
"Mr Verlan, Jarkill, Drakontooth, you three stand far away. Do not, I repeat, do not interfere, no matter what you see or hear. I am here for his benefit, and I don't have any ulterior motives to cause him harm. It may hurt him a little bit, a lot in fact, but I won't do any permanent harm. So I swear on my life."
"Isn't he under the potion? How will it hurt him?"
Master Fronksh sighed. It was going to be a tiring day. "The potion, while effective, most probably won't work when the Horcrux leaves him. It's like, he'll wake for a few seconds while the Horcrux rips its way out of him, and the second it gets out, he'll collapse again. But he will wake up for the painful part. And don't think I don't want to give him painkillers. I do, but they could, and maybe would, kill him. This potion doesn't go well with others. But he can take anything after the reversal potion is given."
The trio nodded and went to the furthest wall. "We'll stay here."
"Okay, Rimhook, hold the stone." Rimhook obeyed, and Fronksh assumed a kneeling position, one hand touching the ground.
"Mau dhoitri, ahmedar arvisheud keri." He paid obeisance to the earth.
"Orgin Mau, ain becchi ku amokit doah! Aimey shikti deoh, ohne shikti doah! Ohi nangroh, nushtir shadru kyeh ohu tike aberi korah! Nei jayi mau, nei jayi! Ohi Duva! Ahmedar sihoy korah! Beruh, diityu beruh! BERAHE POLAH!" he chanted, his voice increasing in volume and intensity.
At this point, Fronksh raised his staff and slammed it on the ground. He started glowing with a golden aura of magic. Thin tendrils of light came out of the aura, and fed into the runes, which in turn started glowing.
Suddenly, from the four corners of the rune square, four thick, bright jets of light arced out, and shot into Harry's forehead.
"AIMA TOMONI GO THOK TONIT! EHI JOGEH THOKE JOAH! TONA, JADII, TONA, BORAH KIRU! JOGUHT, JOGUHT! JOGUHT AUT CHERET!"
Then, Harry's eyes flew open, and he screamed and writhed in agony. Invisible restraints pulled at his feet, binding them to the ground and incapacitating him.
"AAAAAGH!" He screamed.
James made to run towards him, but Jarkill and Drakontooth held him back. Another loud howl cut through the room, and a thick greenish-black liquid started seeping out of the edges of his scar.
"AEMOI TEMIYO BILCHO, CHERIN! CHERIN AIET CHOLUT KU, JOAH EKINTET!"
The black mass coagulated slowly, and suddenly it burst out of Harry's scar, and became a large black floating cloud.
"AAAARH!" Harry yelled, before becoming limp and falling back unconscious. James twitched again, but the goblins held him back.
"OKIHNE KOA NOHE! Ashet, ashet, eikhantul jogayt ocha!" The cloud bulged out in places as if it were looking for something. It tried to escape the square, but the runes held it back. Rimhook thrust the stone into the square, taking care to stay out of it himself.
A thin tendril poked out from the cloud, trying to test out the quartz. Seeing that it was a suitable host, it thrust itself into it. The stone violently shook and quaked, but Rimhook kept a firm grip on it.
Finally, the last remnants of the soul piece entered the stone, and Rimhook placed it carefully onto the floor, inside the square.
"Aime tamoyi iet pethirat aikte rikhat. IET JAGUTIH KIEH CHURET JOAH!" Fronksh finished, with his voice becoming a booming roar. The aura of magic around him burst out, and concentrated on the stone. Tendrils slammed into it, and Fronksh rose a few feet over the ground, as the aura faded away from him.
With a shrill scream, the stone was encased in a sphere of solid, tangible, pure magic. Fronksh floated for a moment longer, and then keeled over, exhausted from the ritual.
"Rim… Rimhook… heal… the boy." He croaked out, before fainting. Jarkill and Drakontooth finally left James, who ran over to Harry's side.
"Rimhook? What happened?" he asked, while Jarkill and Drakontooth tended to Fronksh.
"I'm checking now." Rimhook cast the diagnostics again, and then grinned fearsomely.
"It's out. The bastard's soul is out. Harry is now free of Voldemort's taint. I'll give him the reversal potion." He said, before walking away to get the vial from Fronksh's bag.
"Did I hear right? The soul is out?" Jarkill asked. James grinned widely, and patted Harry's arm.
"WAHOO! Finally!" Drakontooth and Jarkill celebrated. The noise they created woke up Fronksh, who was still groggy.
"We'll see what we can do about the stone once he wakes up."
"Yes, of course. Can you heal the scar?"
"Once Rimhook returns with the potion, we'll do it."
Harry's scar was lightly bleeding, the blackness of the scar completely gone, leaving behind a raw, open wound. Rimhook jogged back with the small vial of velvet-coloured potion.
"Rimhook... heal the wound first." Fronksh said, still weak. He took out a flask from his bag, and took a swig from it. "Ah, that's better."
Rimhook replied, "Yes, of course." He waved his hand over the scar and it healed, with the scar nearly gone. Then he held open Harry's jaw and poured in the potion. The colour slowly returned to his face, and woke up with a gasp.
"Wa… water… I'm… gulp… thirsty" Fronksh handed his flask to Harry, and he drank it in greedily. "Much better."
"Is… is it gone?"
"Yes Harry, it's gone. You're free. Now how are you feeling."
"Well, the normal feelings when you wake up from a less than restful sleep, and the scar still aches a bit, but this time it's because of the removal. Plus I really need to use the toilet." He grinned.
Jarkill chuckled, "Out of the room, go down 3 doors to the right. You'll find it."
Harry shakily stood up, and jogged out of the room. Five minutes later, he returned, refreshed.
"James, I need to say something. While I was asleep, I had a very strange encounter." Harry said, now with a faint smile on his face.
"What?" he asked, confused.
"A few moments after I fell asleep…"
FLASHBACK
Right after taking the second sip of the potion, Harry felt his body slow down, and darkness swam in his eyes, and he fell into a blissful slumber. He faintly remembered falling onto the ground, where he remained for a few seconds.
Until he was jolted awake. In a huge white room, full of mist, someplace that he knew, but he couldn't place it.
"What the hell is this?" he heard steps coming from the mist.
BAM!
A body struck into him and wrapped its arms around his waist, holding him tighter to itself.
"WHAT THE F#$K!" Harry shouted, afraid.
"Language, Harry." A soft, melodious voice said.
A voice he had heard before. Several times during his Third Year, and once at the end of his fourth Year. It was…
"Mmm… Mum?" Harry turned around. A lean red-haired woman with green eyes stood before him, looking at him fondly.
"Hello son." She said, smiling. Harry was weeping unashamedly now, and he ran to her, hugging her as his life depended upon it. He sobbed into her shoulder while Lily held him close. He kept repeating, "I missed you…"
"I missed you too son. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for leaving you like that."
"It wasn't your fault Mum. It was Voldemort's. But am I dead?" he responded, wiping his tears, and disengaging from the hug, though he kept holding her sweater.
"Not quite. You see, Fronksh's potion worked well, a little too well in fact. You weren't dying, yet it looked like you were, so Death, capital D Death, was also fooled. It is customary for new deaths to come to this place, where a familiar one greets them, and I was your familiar one. I've seen you all your childhood, and so I was chosen…"
"Wait, you could see me?"
"Well of course!"
"Even when… uh… even when I was… uh…"
"Yes… then too. Though both me and James looked away. Yeah, I am a bit peeved about that feature."
"Oh my god, this is so embarrassing."
"I'm in the same boat. But now enough idle chitchat. I need you to go back. It's too early for you, and several thousand lives depend upon yours."
"But dad? And didn't the ritual begin?"
"He's here too, but only one person is allowed to meet the dead. Also, time has nearly no meaning here. It dilated. So, anyway, there are some things you must know. Get our wills from Gringotts, and take their financial management classes. The wills will clear up a lot of questions, and they will help you out in several legalities. The classes will prepare you to become the new Lord Potter. AND DO NOT TRUST DUMBLEDORE. Mr Verlan was right. He is a really bad chess player. He's only marginally fit to be Headmaster of Hogwarts, and that too only due to his accomplishments. McGonagall is better for the role. Depose Dumbledore when it is most convenient."
"I don't want to leave you again Mum."
She patted his cheek, her eyes tearing up, "Even I don't want to, but we need to part, for now at least. You won't leave us Harry, and nor will we leave you. Harry, you need to go to the Ministry. The Unspeakables, keepers of the Department Of Mysteries, have something that concerns you. There was a prophecy made about you. I can't say it here, since it'll mess with Fate. And one last thing. Voldemort made more Horcruxes. I can only confirm three of them, and I have a sneaking suspicion about a fourth one. There were six other Horcruxes."
"How do you know all that?"
"Well, one perk of being dead is an infinitely large library, so, I may or may not have accidentally spent three consecutive days over there, while your father worried himself to death looking for me." She laughed. Harry chuckled along.
"The items that I know of are Ravenclaw's Diadem, Hufflepuff's Cup, Slytherin's Locket, and I have an idea about the fourth. It could be Voldemort's snake, Nagini. But I am not sure at all. Beware of the Ministry. What you are doing is essentially treason, however virtuous the reason may be." Suddenly the walls started darkening.
"Time's nearly up darling, go now, go." Harry hugged her one last time, and ran for the door. He then realised where he was. In his room in Godric's Hollow. He looked behind, and saw Lily smile.
"I'm still sorry for not being there Harry. I promise hell for whoever you send up here."
"Don't be sorry Mum, and I might take you up on your offer!"
"Bye Harry."
"Bye, Mum."
"Oh, and Harry?" he turned, "next time you meet Hermione, tell her how you feel."
Harry blushed and stammered.
"Oh Harry, just go now. Don't be back soon please, for me?" He nodded, and ran out of the door, trying not to cry. The last thing he heard was Lily yell, "Mommy loves you!"
Harry woke up with a sharp pulling sensation on his scar. It hurt like hell, and he screamed in pain. The pain only increased, and Harry's eyes swam with spots. Somehow, he was again transported somewhere else, into a huge, dark cavern, with small rays of light poking in through crevices. He was floating in the air, and suddenly, a jet of white light cut by him and slammed into a dark body that he hadn't seen earlier. Harry then realised what it was. It was the Horcrux. It was a mental form of the soul piece. Harry fumbled for his wand, and found it in his back pocket.
"INCENDIO!" a jet of fire shot out, but nothing happened to the soul. "BOMBARDA MAXIMA! CONFRINGO!" the soul was lit up by explosions, but it was still undamaged. He tried to think of other spells, and an idea struck him.
It was dark magic, right? So, pure light magic could, and would, help destroy it.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" a huge silvery-white stag billowed from his wand. It charged the black body, antlers lowered. It slammed into it, again and again. It started loosening, and when the magic from the ritual decided to help out, it tore apart, and Harry was thrown out of the mindscape. He realised he was screaming in pain while the soul was being dislodged, but he didn't care anymore. He fell asleep, for real this time.
A/N
Aaaaand I am done with chapter 6 of my primus fabula!
Alongside that, I am tired.
Like insanely tired.
It's nearly one in the morning RN, so yeah, I'm sleepy.
But Physical Chem is a nightmare, since that MF is keeping me awake.
I will upload on 5th November instead of a week later, so hang tight.
Or actually, don't.
My life is unpredictable, and while I know what I want to write, IDK if I'll have the time.
So, yeah, I can't really confirm it or anything.
Sorry for being late tho. I had two exams, so I needed to revise.
Do Not Ask How I Did In Those Exams
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