[The Diary]
"Ok is everyone here? Good. Now those who have read my books will know I have experience duelling however I cannot hold a candle to Professor Flitwick who will be running this club however he is busy today so you have to put up with me. Now me and my glamorous assistant Professor Snape will be demonstrating some basic duelling spells and then you will split into pairs to try them. Professor are you ready?" "Yessss"
Snape hates Lockheart anyway so might as well salt the earth while I'm here. We make our way to each end of the stage.
"First up, Professor Snape will attempt to disarm me and I will defend" "Expelliarmus" "Protego"
Snapes spell disapates harmlessly against my shield, his lip curls.
"Ok so look to me for a moment. Protego creates a shield that disapates or deflects an incoming spell. It is a difficult spell however if you can master it. It will be invaluable to you. Don't worry if you can't cast it, just practice."
I demonstrate the wand movement and explain the pronunciation.
"Ok now onto the spell this session is focused around teaching Expelliarmus. Professor Snape." "Thank you Lockheart. Expelliarmus is a spell to cause the recipient to lose their wand. If you hit your enemy with this spell you will have won."
We split them into groups and went around showing them the wand movements and explaining the pronunciation. Finally they are all ready. The rest of the sections goes well although I do end up giving Vincent Crab a detention for punching someone who disarmed him. As the students file out Harry Potter stayed behind. I believe he has been avoiding me due to Lockhearts humiliation of him in Diagon Alley.
"Sir?" "Harry Potter. What can I do for you?"
His magical circuits burn brighly making it difficult for my eyes not to hurt when I look at him.
"Well sir, if you wouldn't mind could you show me some other spells?" "If you want to learn to duel you should ask Professor Flitwick. However there is something I can teach you. Come to my office tomorrow and I will show you what I can teach you" "Ok sir, see you tomorrow."
I sit at Lockhearts desk and gaze up. The room is tall magically so. Lockheart decorated it with self portraits but those portraits are nothing but ash now stained across the walls. Oh how they begged and pleaded for me not to destroy them but they burned all the same. Lockheart also had many books to sign and send out he hand signed them but well I need capital and I'm not going to sign them. I set up an army of quills to mimic his ridiculous style. I lean back in my chair gazing at the ceiling allowing my magic soght to bleed into my vision. As I do the room changes many spells are woven into it but their is one carrying the failures signature. A simple jinx blown out of proportion it is designed to influence events to ensure the teacher doesn't last more than one year but what truly interests me is its power source. All long lasting spells have a power source of some sort. Sometimes the caster powers it but skilled wizards construct a power matrix. The failure succeeded in that regard. The diadem floats from a stand and rests on my head. In an instant I can hear my brothers voice.
"Is that a self surstaining dark energy matrix with a core of a broken dream. By merlin we were dramatic." "Not me you. Im the second long before he made you." "Well even so the matrix itself is way to much for this jinx and a broken dream as the core that is ridiculous." "Makes it more fun to crack. First we need to find the power channels. My guess on is in the chamber. Another in the headmasters quarters, he put it there when he applied for the job probably had the spell prepared and triggered it when Dumbledor rejected him, the third in the Schrödinger's room." "And the final." "The ley line he needed a direct line." First we need to disconnect the one in the headmasters study as the backlash from disconnecting one will cause rebound in the others." "Yes we need a distraction." A smile slowly spreads across my face, "Aragog."
Slowly I walk through the forest Lockhearts hair slowly turns black its as if someonehas poured ink onto my head spreadingfrom the roots to the tips. The black of mu pupils spreads until the entirety of my eyes is ink black. My fingers twitch.
"FiendFyre"
Flaming serpents erupts from my finger tips curling around me and lapping at my fingers. "Drive the spiders towards the castle." They rush forward as I slowly raise my hands rotating them until they face the ground and bring them together until mh thumbs touch and finally the jewel of my fire erupts from my palms growing untill it maches up to the one in the chamber.
"Show them why they fear your kind my pretty."
As it rushes forward I both take a step forward and don't. Ink seperates from me slowly writing a second me into existence.
"Maintain the fire."
I vanish into smoke, coalescing above the window of Dumbledors study. As the crimson of the fire in the forbidden forrest lowly began to light up the night sky I heard it a scrambling and clattering as Dumbledor rushed out of his office. Like water merging I reform but hold off reforming to the point I regain my cosmetic appearance and crouch on the ledge above the window. I lean forward pivoting around the ledge and pass through the window. I slowly tumbe upwards until I stand on the ceiling. Raising my hand black smoke fills the room. The seconds tick by quickly until finally its there under the desk. I float up and examine it finally I find it, hidden under multiple disguise spells is a magical circuit. Its a bit sloppy, clearly rushed and weak from over exposure to light magic. I probe it pushing and nearly rupture the dark magic concealment charm. It may be week but decades of build up have made this circuit practically radiate dark magic. If I can't break the circuit I'll have to break the desk.
{Albus Dumbledor}
I had been having a lovely dream about Grindlewald when the alert spells triggered. Arogog was on the move and rapidly he had triggered several detectors as he practically sprints towards the castle. But why Aragog promised not to approach the castle and to not permit his children to approach the castle either. I shoot through the castle ignoring walls, floors and spells until I stand in the courtyard and I finally see why Aragog is fleeing. The forbidden forrest is on fire. Serpents made of fire weive through the trees and every now and then will grab one of Aragog's children and begin to feast. I rush to where Aragog lays, I can see how he fled so fast he is resting on several of his children.
"Dumbledor? The serpent king, mortal enemy, fire, fled." "Calm yourself Aragog we will deal with this."
I look around most of the teachers were present only Lockheart wasn't. I can deal with that later. But then Lockheart came rushing around the side of the castle.
"I am never going for a late night pint again." "Lockheart where have you been?" "I went for a drink Professor McGonagall. I came back the moment I noticed the FiendFyre." "Your sure its fiendfyre?" Yes headmaster its the only fire I know that burns crimson that isn't chemically altered with metal so unless the forbidden forrest is infused with a type of metal I am to drunk to think of right now its fiendfyre." "Prepare to cast Fenite Incantartum."
On my command the teachers spread out blasting snakes. Lockheart looks a bit the worse for ware but the way his magical signature is flickering is worrying. I slowly make my way into the forest carving a path through the flames. Aragog mentioned "mortal enemy" and the Basilisk is the mortal enemy of the Aromantula and if their is one on the forest magical fire apparition or not I will need to destroy it before we can rid the forest of this fire. I finally reach the Aromantula nests and find the Basilisk thankfully it is anouther apparition of the fiendfyre but worryingly it is wrapped around a figure guarding them. I raise my wand when I hear the wispers. The portraits are informing me that a black cloud has infiltrated my office. That is worrying a black figure, that appears according to my magical sight to be powering the fire via our ley line, and a black cloud infuriating my office must be related. But I need to deal with this first. I test the Basilisk seeing if I can get it to abandon its guard post and attack me. Slowly I hold out my wand and slowly rotate my wrist, the tip of my wand begins to glow as a phoenix slowly blossoms from the glow. It soars forward towards the fire basilisk which rears up and stikes, the two stuggle for a moment. The pheonix pushing onward as the basilisk tries to bite down until finally the pheonix turns slightly and the basilisk's fangs slide off its back. The fight continues as I fire of spell after spell at the basilisk and the pheonix swipes and slashes it with its claws, the basilisk responds with bites and swings of its tail but refuses to leave rhe black figure. As the battle continues I feel it a wripple of sark magic as if someone temporarily peirced a containment spell but why would a containment spell be located in my office. But first I need to deal with the fire. The battle rages on. I could summon another pheonix but that would drain me to much. Slowly my pheonix begins to get the upper hand. Clearly maintaining the FiendFyre is draining the figure, my pheonix slashes the basilisk across the snout carving a trench in the fire that doesn't repair. The basilisk slowly thins and suddenly the black figure moves almost as if they have woken up and the basilisk slowly disapates. I aim my wand at the figure. They are ink black and small maybe 16. They stare at me and tilt their head.
"Who are you and why are you attacking Hogwarts."
The figure seems as if they are melting, slowly they slaugh away until only a puddle of black liquid is left.
"By merlin they were a construct." "Yes Minerva, someone went to alot of trouble to bring us here."
I turn shooting towards my office passing through the structure of Hogwarts as is my right as headmaster. I stop in front of the gargoyle.
"Harribo"
It leaps to the side and I rush up the spiral staircase and burst through the door. A black figure is hovering upside down slowly moving their hands arround my desk. Suddenly my desk shatters the shard floating in place before imploding into a sphere which begins compressing down smaller and smaller until it is the size of a marble at which the figure plucks it from the air.
"Who are you?"
The figure turns and slowly the smoke filling the room condenses into a face over the blank black void. My breath catches.
"You are dead Tom, you have not worn that face for decades not since you chose to be Voldemort." "Don't refer to me with that name. He is a failure and a fool. I am neither!"
What? I expected him to have his usual reaction to being referred to as Tom but thats not what he is angry at."
Smoke billows out of him and he vanishes, its like all the smoke is being drawn out of the window vanishing into the night sky. I walk over to where my desk was to find all my paperwork and trinkets even the contents of my draws neatly layed out on the floor. What was special about my desk. It wasn't particularly valuable and seeing as he destroyed it he wasn't after it for its history. Could it have something to do with the dark magic I sensed earlier. Their was something on the bottom of my desk but I couldn't locate where it connected to and it's magical signature matched that of Hogwarts so I assumed it was a part of the magic of the castle. I will need to investigate it further.