This is the last of my prewritten Chapters. I will try to upload atleast once a month if not twice, but I can't promis anything.
I am rather committed to this Project, as I want to hone my writing, and train my self to at somepoint write my own story.
I light of this I would be happy for any feedback or words of encouragement, as they suprisingly help alot.

But without further ado, The Universe of Harry Potter is J.K. Rowlings

Here ya go o7

Chapter 4:

As the night started to give way to the early morning sun, Crow moved up again to take another book from the pile Morrigan brought in. But noticed there were none left.
Looking at Morrigan she was just about to finish her book as well. Sergyi was slumped over the book he had focused so hard on a few hours earlier, fast asleep. Since his boss was up for over a day, he as his right hand probably had even less sleep, so that was understandable.
Boar had a pondering look as he still read the history book he whined about hours earlier.
Crow placed down the book at the nearby nightstand.
"So. Anyone got something useful?"

Boar looked up, a grim look on his face.
"Maybe in this but to be honest it's rather unsave."
Turning to the healer in the room he continued.
"I'd rather have a more tested and saver way. You got anything?"

Morrigan looked as if she aged a year or two, the long night not faring her well, but she still responded.
"Not really only vague stories and reports on similar things but no concrete description, explanation or solution."
Peeling herself out of the couch she woke up Sergyi.
"Lad. You found something?"

A disoriented Sergyi lifted his head, needing a second to focus and comprehend the asked question.
"No. I don't think so, mostly everything was about core damage and the results of it, nothing towards the healing aspect."
Having spoken his part a shadow crept on his face.
"You had no luck either?"

Morrigan shook her head and turned to Crow.
"No. Only illnesses, nothing about damage, but Boar had a lead."
Hearing that Morrigan turned to Boar who looked displeased and apprehensive, not speaking up.
"Spill it. His life is not for long. He is being ripped apart over and over."
Morrigan said, pointing at Richard's figure lying on the bed, his deathly white complexion in the morning light underlining her words.

"There is a part in this book that is rather in depth about a similar problem where a sorcerer was exiled with his magic 'bound' it say's and a year later they found him near the city after an explosion, or rather 'a thunderclap on the outskirts of town' took place."
That indeed sounded eerily close to what Morrel told Crow.
"The man had a strange wound on his chest" Boar now cited from the book directly pointing at Richard lying on the bed.
"And his power twisting the surroundings, Shackles nowhere to see."
Lowering the book, Boar continued.
"They explain how they forced his magic back inside his body as they feared him 'turning', probably into an obscurial, and destroying their city and after damming in the magic for some time the Sorcerer woke up. They didn't explain further as the story is more about his misdeeds after awakening." As he finished he followed up. "This could go wrong on so many levels."
Boar looked at Richard then turned back to the rest in the room.

Crow looked rather subdued at the moment, Morrigan almost angry and Sergyi hopeful but unsure at the same time.

"We have to try anyway."
Sergyi was the first to speak up.

"You don't know what could happen. Us meddling with the magic in the boy could well lead to it destroying him and all close by if we are wrong about this. There are no instructions besides 'forcing the magic back inside his body'."
Boar looked at Sergyi.
"It is not like I don't want to help but we could well all die. And ev-"

At this moment a knock on the door interrupted the two.
A second later, Fox slid through the door.
"I think I found something about the crystal in his hand."
Crouching down near the bed frame Fox took Richards hand in her own, a magnifying glass in her hand. Holding the hand into the sunlight, the rays of light broke inside the crystals embedded in the back of his hands, causing a multitude of colors to play inside the gem but not letting any light escape it.
"Just as I thought. This was, or rather is the fragment of a Sehaign stone. There are only two known left in Europe, I think one more in America and two or three in Asia. Truly fascinating."

Crow also got up from his chair, walking over to the bedside as Fox talked.
"That is all good and nice, but how does it fit in all this?"

Fox flinched a bit of the sudden close voice.
"Ah, er yes, sorry. The Sehaign stones drink magic so to speak, they were used by the Egyptians and Mayans to put shackles on rouge warlocks. They would dry your magic sometimes until you lost the gift. But this one seems a bit different."

Sergyi also had gotten up from his seat and staggered over to look at the stone in Richard's hand.
"This is a piece of his bracelet. I saw him play around with it on the train yesterday. But then it was as big as a watch face and more foggy?"
Struggling with a description of the slightly translucent material the Stone had before his sentence turned into a question.

"Truly interesting, do you see this?"
Fox slightly turned the hand in the sunlight, causing the gem to glisten lightly but as it didn't really reflect the light it looked like a void in Richard's hand.
"This definitely is a Sehaign but the fogginess, as you called it, is all gone."

"Wait, you said he had this in his bracelet?"
Crow looked at Sergyi

"Yes it was a family heirloom, passed down since ages if I remember Master Gérard correctly. Richard has worn it since his mother died when he was born."

Crow looked up to Morrigan who had moved to the foot of the bed.

"But he shouldn't be alive if that's true."
Morrigan said to Crow seemingly knowing what the other was thinking.

Bull being left out of the loop cut into their partly silent dialogue.
"What do you mean?"

"That your idea has more merit than I want to believe" answered Morrigan.

Crow turned to the rest. "If this gem was binding his Magic since he was born, his whole development was stunted, and now his magic broke. What happens if you repress the magic inside a developing magic?"

"They turn into an ob-."
Bull cut himself off, his eyes widening.

"Obscurial. Yes." Crow finished.

"But how is he alive? Or even has magic still? And how does this tie in with this?"
Bull waved his book around.

"Well the core implosion looks like the birth of an obscurial, but that has to be a developing magical, so he should be dead if that was true. The person in your book was a middle aged rouge Warlock punished with magic binding chains. So how did he end up in a similar state, but salvageable? Morrigan, I think you know where I want to go with this?"

The elder Healer sighed.
"Yes. If someone overexerts their core, it can burst. Like a too slim hose with too much pressure it swells and at some point bursts when it doesn't release fast enough. But I guess in this case it is more like a bomb. The pressure was detained until it exploded right rupturing his core but his magic is still with him. Right?"
Morrigan looked over to Crow.

"Almost." Nodding at Fox. He continued
"With the gem coming into play I think it is more likely the core was always close to exploding but the gem siphoned the magic. As it has been in his family for so long, they probably fed so much magic in this thing, it broke."
Crow pointed at the splinter in Richard's hand.
"All the build up magic breaking free after fighting the block, ripped the core apart. So almost the same. But in the end I think we go ahead with the point of the book. We can only hope the magic heals itself."

Morrigan gave an exasperated huff.
"You still believe in the sentience of magic? This is hogwash I tell you. But it could work. The human body heals, magic helps, maybe it can even heal itself."

Bull looked a bit lost. But still walked towards the bed.
"If we explode I'm gonna haunt you in the afterlife for eternity."
He said as he spread his arms.

"What do we do now?"
Sergyi asked, too tired to clearly follow the three.

"We force the loose magic back into his core in the hope that it heals itself far enough to contain itself again. Or we all get ripped to shreds, if this amount of magic is anything to go by."

Getting a grip on himself Sergyi looked at Crow, who shook his head.

"If we don't do something fast he is going to go into shock. If the Core is broken magic floods into the body uncontrolled and destroys the cells. If the body is damaged too far it starts failing. He is still well but I think that is only because of the Potions working on him, they use magic to heal the body but at some point he will be oversaturated and just-. I don't know exactly, but most likely… dissolve?" Crow finished looking at Morrigan who took place opposite the bed nodding to his question.

"I had enough of those in the war, the forces of Grindelwald started overpowering their curses, so the remaining magic in the victims couldn't be purged and if you healed them the affected parts could just dissolve or liquefy. Enough of this, you should step away, you are too unstable yourself at the moment." Morrigan turned to Sergyi who looked reluctant.

"Please do your best." He said after a moment of defiance. Dropping into the chair he was reading in before.

"Naturally. You take place at his headsite, we have to move the bed a bit off the wall." She gestured for Fox to get up as Bull dragged the Headboard away from the wall so Fox could move behind it.

"Just like the shield forming, shape the intent and slowly push forward." Crow looked at them, all nodding in confirmation. "Let's Start" He said as he raised his own hands, the rest following. A hum started to fill the room shortly after.

Segyi could feel the Magic being blocked in. He wasn't aware of it before, but like a suffocating heavy blanket being lifted off his chest the pressure dissipated, only to be replaced by a heat and the humm to emanate from the Bed. The heat started fluctuating and the hum started splitting into two notes before slowly starting to cancel each other out as a blue haze started forming around Richard.

Sergyi's eyes hardened, as he leaned forward in his Chair. This could be the turning point for his young master. Never had Sergyi thought he would care for someone again after what happened to him, but the care of this albeit small family had won him over, as had the respect for Gérard concerning his conduct with his employees. Despite its enormous size the internal tone was that of a family run business with a strong bond, hard to come by after the war had raged through europe. He only met Richard about a day ago, but talking to Gerárd and seeing the look in the eyes of such a young man, he could only imagine the pain and despair he had to endure, knowingly living his life on a lease that would run out rather soon. Despite all that Richard put in his all to be the best there was in everything he could physically do. Each of those things having broken away time and time again as his body got weaker and weaker. Gerárd had told him once after he was a bit too intoxicated after a Gala he had to attend. Sergyi had a deep respect before even meeting Richard, but seeing him in person, hiding his physical state from onlookers to show a strong front and still being a respectful and hard working person, instilled a sense of loyalty towards him and a will to help him become what he inspired despite his illness induced weakness. This moment was something that could change everything for the better. And at the moment he couldn't do anything.

A disturbing feeling caused Sergyi to look up to the four Unspeakables working to fix Richard's core. Seeing the blue shimmery circle starting to grow smaller and smaller but also fluctuating slightly, Sergyi got back to his feet. He was unsure what to do, as the four gave no indication of anything, but he had to do something, as it was rather obvious that something was off. The previously calm ring of blue haze that had started to turn into swirling fog, shook harder and harder the smaller it got. Having reached from head to thigh, looking around Sergyi noticed the perspiration rolling down Fox's face. As he moved over she noticed him, throwing him a short, hopeful glance.

"Can you push your magic in me? I have the control, but not enough raw power." Fox asked in a desperate whisper.

Segyi nodded and laid his hand on Fox's shoulder, about to push his magic into her, but was shocked as it started draining already. A bit hesitant he started to slowly push the magic over, he was dead tired but that was his physical body if this worked she could have all his magic if it was needed. As Sergyi's strength sapped more and more, his vision started swimming and the sense of time started deluding, but he didn't stop pushing his power towards Fox. He couldn't let this fail if Crow was right they would be dead then either way.

Feeling his own power wane he pushed every last bit towards the dark hole that was Foxes own magic, draining him. As his mind dropped into darkness he could see a bright light filling the whole room, the last thought he had was 'please let this have worked', he didn't even feel himself drop to the floor as the darkness took him.

This was a shorter one as I try to find a logical end for the Chapters so they don't just end at a random point.
I will eyball around 2,5k to 3,5k words per Chapter.
Thanks for reading.