Chapter 630 - The Third Harvest Moon Ⅹ (1/2)
The twisting and winding darkness faded away as Rowan lands on her feet in the headmaster's office for the last time. A loud boom of thunder is heard while lightning flashes and brightens the dark office. Someone fiercely pounds at the door as Marcellus emerges from the Headmaster's private chambers in a long nightshirt. ”Coming!” Marcellus shouted as he held his wand high, before muttering under his breath as the candles in his office burst into flame lighting the headmaster's office.
Long, pudgy toes peek out from underneath Marcellus's nightshirt as he walks barefoot over the cold, stone floor without slippers. Wrenching the door open, Marcellus peers into the darkness only to see the soaking wet figure of his soon to graduate student. ”Dry yourself, boy!” Marcellus worriedly barked as the timber in the hearth burst into flames and began to warm the chambers.
”The demon-,” Bertie's teeth chattered with the cold.
Mumbling a curse under his breath and casts a charm on the boy to dry him, before transfiguring a robe that hung on the headmaster's armchair into a blanket. Shoving the boy into the armchair, and covering him with the transfigured blanket, Marcellus rubs his forehead and says, ”It is very late, Bertie. What spirits have possessed you?” Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #%E2%85%B9_50676266076004056 for visiting.
”I bound it,” Bertie mumbled with huge, dilated pupil eyes. ”But it won't last, it will escape soon from its binds.”
”What did you bind, boy?” Marcellus much more gently asked.
”The demon inside of me,” Bertie whispered. ”Beedle, he helped me, sir.”
”The half-blood Ravenclaw?” Marcellus mumbled as he recalled the Ravenclaw in question.
”Yes, sir,” Bertie stammered as he wrapped the blanket that much more around him, but despite the warmth of the blanket and the fire. He only felt freezing and numb unable to feel much of anything anymore.
Taking a seat across from the boy, Marcellus stared at the young, pale face of Bertie, who stares straight into the flames of the hearth without flinching. After a lapse of silence, Marcellus finally says, ”Is the Demon close, Bertie?”
”It's slipped into every crevice, Headmaster,” Bertie whispered. ”I can no longer tell, where I end, and where it begins. I am no longer me, but rather we.”
”Then why have you come to me, Bertie?” Marcellus inquired as he clenched his wand in his fist. He did not wish to harm his student, but he would defend himself. And if it truly was that which he believed it was, then he would have no choice but to do so, and more.
Bertie tremblingly clenches his hands before him and says, ”The demon was once a wizard, Headmaster. It perfected its master's craft and extends its life by possessing others and living through them. An eternal process of rebirth, never tasting death. However, I am a Hufflepuff, sir, and we are stubborn if anything else. I shan't allow it to so easily take me.”
Marcellus closed his eyes briefly in pain and anger at one of his own students being forcibly taken by force by the abomination. Opening his eyes, he stares into the frightened, but stubborn eyes of the boy. ”What will you have me do, Bertie?”
”This abomination must come to an end,” Bertie hissed. ”I cannot kill it, but I know how to slay it, Headmaster. The Demon's one and true heart must be pierced, and then the rest shall perish.”
”I am already well aware, Bertie,” Marcellus lamented knowing full well that Godric had once nearly succeeded in such an endeavor but missed as the boy from the clan's heart had been on the opposite side of his chest. And though his chest and been pierced, yes, his foul heart remained yet beating.