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The news of Grindelwald being apprehended in America
was slashed across the prophet two weeks after the spring
holiday. Tom watched as Cardia read the article over and
over, looking for some kind of clue. He and the others have
been keeping an eye on her since her stay in the hospital
wing just before the winter holidays.
"I wonder why she keeps re-reading the paper?" Alphard
asked Tom.
"Probably looking to see if there is any word on her father."
Tom sighed, knowing that she on the inside was devastated
that her father had despaired without a word.
"I doubt she will find anything. If rumors to be believed
Grindelwald has his brightest minds hidden or killed after
they do as he asks." Alphard spoke.
"Those are the rumors." Tom agreed not to let any emotions
appear on his face.
Knowing the rumors that have circled around the dark
wizard varied depending on who you spoke to. Tom knew
that the majority came from those whose families were on
the man's side of this conflict. He could see how the children
who belonged to those families were not all celebrating.
Malfoy, Nott and Parkinson all looked as though they ate a
basket of lemons. He knew that with Grindelwald on the
loose the boy knew that he could pretend to have news of
the girl's father. Which he caught Malfoy cornering Cardia
just a few days ago, he had her pressed against the corridor
wall, leaning in and whispering something to her. She looked
quite upset when Tom stepped in to ask what was going on.
Malfoy smiled at him and explained he was just having a
conversation with the chit. Though Cardia looked as though
his words were not true in a sense. She was pale from
thinking about the conversation or threatful conversation.
She waited until Malfoy was gone to say anything to him.
"I wish that I could escape my fate." She whispered.
"Your fate?" Tom asked.
"My grandmother is very traditional; she wants me to agree
to a marriage contract with the Malfoys. I've told her I will
not, my uncle agrees with me. But it seems that Malfoy
wants me to agree and has been threatening my father's
life." She whispered.
"He knows where your father is?" Tom asked thinking he
may have a conversation with Malfoy.
"I don't think he does, I think he is pretending to know to get
me to Aline with my grandmother's wishes."
That short conversation happened he walked Cardia back
to the tower she lived in in quiet. He then returned to his
own dorms and found Malfoy smirking at his coconspirators.
"I may have gotten our little Lady Beckford to agree with
the marriage contract." He began.
"Oh really?" Nott asked
"Yes, the chit seems to think I know where her father is, I told
her I could write my father to either request her father
released or have him killed, it all depends on her." Malfoy
laughed.
"Thats conniving." Parkinson laughed.
"It is, but I can see how much of a gem the chit will be when
she gets older. And Malfoy's deserve the best."
After hearing Malfoy confirm the obvious, he decided that
he would use the statues of being the heir of Slytherin to his
advantage. He just needed to find out how to claim the
title.
From that night to the present night, he had been scouring
the library looking for anything that would give him the
answers he was looking for. And seeing the prophet's head
lines, he needed to make sure that his friend would not fall
into Malfoy's hands.
Tom wasn't sure why it was so important to him that Cardia
did not become Malfoy's possession. Being an orphan and
living in the place he had, emotions or feelings were
something that he wasn't familiar with. The mistress that ran
the orphanage had not paid any attention to him since he
was born. Mainly because his birth scared her as his mother
bleed out and the women said only evil people kill their
mothers when entering the world. Then the accidental
magic started. That just confirmed that he was evil in her
eyes.
When he met Cardia, she showed him he wasn't evil, just
that muggles misunderstand what they can't explain. Now
he wanted to help her out.
That night he was able to secure a pass into the restricted
section from Professor Slughorn; after explaining he was
looking for information on families that have winked out of
existence in the wizarding world. Slughorn of course agreed.
Tom found that his head of the house was easy to
manipulate, he prided himself on being liked by everyone
he met. Tom found himself in the shelves containing lost
families. He found a book containing the Weir family. The
Weir family were known for speaking to their ancestors for
guidance. Tom pulled the book off the shelf and found a
table to sit at.
When the need is relevant, speaking to one's past is condoned,
Needed is 5 unlit white candles.
Used to promote the purity of the request.
Salt to draw the magic circle shown here.
Dark area to perform the ritual.
Once the circle is drawn, step into the middle.
Focus on clearing your mind.
Once the mind is cleared begin to chant the following:
Igne flagrante aquilonis iter lucidum et collustrans. orientis venti ferebant preces
et responsa quaesivit. Aquae austri immunditias abluens et emundat nos. Ad
vineas terre ab occidente fundantes nos et stabilientes magias
nostras
.
Peto ut verba mea recipiantur, et visus mihi videndi quis peto. Vinculum et
observantiam offero sanguis lineae meae et magicae. tibi offero.
At the end of the chant use a cleansed knife and slice your palm in the center of
the circle.
Then allow the magic to flow in the room.
If the request is accepted, then your ancestor will appear and speak to you.
"This is it." Tom whispered, grabbing a piece of
parchment to copy the page down.
With this he'll be able to speak to lord Slytherin and
see if there was a way to claim the family lineage
other than the potion that he had gotten from
Cardia's father. He owed his friend quite a bit for
helping him.
I do apologize if the translation isn't correct below.
Translation:
With the fire of the north blazing bright and illuminating the
path. The winds of the east caring the request and answers
seeked. The waters of the south wash away the impurities
and cleans us. To the vines of earth in the west grounding us
and stabling our magic.
I request that my words are received, and that I am granted
the sight to see who I request. The link and respect I offer is
the blood of my line and magic. I offer thee.