Death's Legacy
“Are we ready, Toppsy, Grindaxe?” a raven haired man asked, walking into the large hall at a brisk pace.
“We ares, Master Potter,” the small elf answered with his pitched voice.
The goblin looked up from inspecting the runes on the walls and nodded once.
Grindaxe was interested in the project since the man came to him after visiting one of their human curse breakers with a question.
“Alright, let’s get this started then,” he said as he stood in the center of the runic array.
“Kreacher!” he stated and a silent pop later an old elf stood next to him.
“Master Harry,” he said with a bow.
“I have what you asked for,” he stated and held three potion vials to the wizard who took two of them.
“Thank you,” he replied and waved Toppsy over, giving her one of them, before looking at Grindaxe.
“The Goblin Nation wishes you luck in your endeavors, Lord Potter,” the old goblin said and left the room.
The Wizard and two elves drank the potion, Kreacher and Toppsy holding their hands around Harry’s legs and channeling their magic.
Harry meanwhile started chanting with closed eyes, arms spread wide.
“Et offer mihi anima mea, et Magia ad te,
Magia domine mea causa audire,
da mihi forte ad ius praeteritum iniuriam,
ut det mihi forte tutum iniuste mortuus est,”
The runes in the room began to glow bright blue and connect through purple glowing lines,
“Et implore ad tempus,
iter me cum benedictione tua,
olim abiit,
mutare iniuriam committuntur ,”
Wind began to pick up throughout the room,
“Mors et offeram sors,
quae mihi ad te,
tutam vitam et ad me fata mox profectus,
ut fiat cycle of vita fluxus semel iterum.”
The room was filled with a bright light for a split second, before magic surged and left the room empty of everything only a moment later.