Chapter 479 - Right Eye (2/2)
Clearing the dampness way with her wand, Rowan says, ”Might I be excused?”
”You may,” Reginald said as he wiped the edge of his mouth clean.
Rowan nods and does not reach for her customary roll as usual. With her present clumsiness she would probably cause her dinner plate to fall to the ground. It was better not to risk another embarrassing scene. And she still had snacks to munch on in her bedroom.
Closing the door to her bedroom behind her, Rowan walks over to the mirror and wordless mutters the spell that would rid her of the illusion over her right eye. Where her right eye once had been midnight black indigo instead now the iris had completely transmuted into a light clear silvery gray color. And with the abrupt iris color change to her left eye, she faintly resembled Grindelwald which greatly worried her.
To be frank, Rowan was certain that this was side effect from the last death surge as she was still even now in the process of devouring the chaotic energy and was certain that it was not a latent hereditary trait finally revealing itself. In the youth filled memories of Albus Dumbledore with Grindelwald, Gilbert Grindelwald did not possess such eyes. But as a man, Gellert certainly had.
Having been preoccupied with other thoughts, (mainly concerning her left eye), Rowan had the uneasy feeling that it was becoming too dangerous to keep absorbing the death surge magic. Frowning, she touches her finger just under her left silvery gray eye.
Riddle's eyes turned crimson after creating horcruxes via death. And her own for absorbing death, then just what did Grindelwald do to receive his silver-gray eye? Perhaps, she truly did not want to learn the answer to that question. The answer to that question only pointed at murder including herself.
There is always a price for power in the end, for there must be balance to all things. Riddle steadily lost all physical traces of his humanity, while Grindelwald seemed to become more lost in his visions of the future. Did the end justify the means? Or would the taint of death destroy everything that is hoped for?
However, an even more pressing concern to Rowan was her uncharacteristic actions that took place at Avery Hall. Such rashness was not normally in her nature, and though she could argue youth, and simply hormones, there had been an almost blinding compulsion to her actions.
Rowan had reviewed her actions of that evening again and again, before coming to only one solemn conclusion that the death surge had not only begun to negatively affect her body, but to a certain degree her very soul. And that same proof was found in the very actions of Tom Marvolo Riddle and Gellert Grindelwald. Death taints everything including the very soul.
Riddle was completely mad by the end of everything as his actions only grew wilder and more irrational with each passing day. And neither was Grindelwald the exception as with the passing of time, more and more blood was spilled to the ground all in the name of the greater good. In the end, nothing was left of both wizards, but death in their wake.
Rather Rowan's growing concern was just how much would her decisions and very personality warp under the present effects of the death surge. Now, they were still controllable, but what about in the future? Would the day come when she too would become unrecognizable even to herself?
Still, there had to be another way, but Rowan greatly feared there was no other way. Pausing mid-thought, she glances thoughtfully at her school trunk at the foot of her bed. A wise man once said, ”If you are not cheating, you are not trying enough.” And since she only had two pathways, then she would find the means to break down the wall and make a third path instead. Yes, she would do exactly that.
Leaving the topic for the time being, Rowan turns away from the somber topic, but rather to the more urgent topic at hand, her left eye. Transfiguration was not a permanent solution as she could not very well keep up the constant transformation 24/7. An illusion, however, was another matter entirely, Rowan certainly could keep that up in the meanwhile. However, she only had until the end of summer to find a more permanent solution. Dumbledore would certainly ask some very pointed questions upon her return at Hogwarts as illusions would not fool him whatsoever.
In the meanwhile, using said illusion over her right eye threw Rowan's entire sense of perception off, and was the main reason why she was so clumsy as of late. It was not a curse like her grandfather suspected. Rather it was just that she had a hard time getting used to the change in her depth perception.
That and in the back of her mind the death of Wilkes kept haunting her late at night. Just what was that wisp of darkness that emerged out from him towards the end? It matched nothing that she had ever read. The Hydra like rune symbol did not resemble an Obscurial nor a Horcrux, but the wisp of darkness did indeed resemble both. If she did not know any better, she would have said it was a type of demonic possession except it wasn't.
With a sigh, Rowan flopped onto her bed and starred up at the starry ceiling. She was going to have to research the topic and postpone her own again. Just why was her life so tediously complicated at times? But then again, she was a Slytherin. It was the Gryffindors, who had all the confounded luck.