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Hi, my name is Landon
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 | Dead Magic (Part 2) |
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 4.82 with 11 vote(s)
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| Created: 2008-07-16 22:59:22 |
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My father continued, his voice barely a whisper. He kept looking at me out of the corner of his eyes as he spoke to see if I could hear him, and I would look at the ceiling and pretend I couldn’t. I wanted to hear what he would say about my sister. “Siobhan had a collection of crystal figurines, unicorns mostly but some other magical creatures also, and when she finally got moved to St. Mungoes she insisted on taking them with her. When—when she passed away Landon couldn’t understand what had happened. He reacted badly when we tried to explain to him she wasn’t coming back. He was—was crying and screaming for her to wake up. It really scared him bad. That’s when he got that cut on his hand. I accidentally knocked one of Siobhan’s figurines off its table and it broke. He was trying to put the pieces back together—he was only four at the time, he didn’t understand what he was doing—he cut his hands up pretty bad on all that broken crystal. He wouldn’t let it go—wouldn’t let us throw away the pieces. He kept saying they belonged to Siobhan.”
Harry bent his head as if this story had made him sad as well. “I’m very sorry for your loss, Mr. Terragan.” He said. “I know what it’s like to lose a loved one.”
My father nodded.
An idea struck me then, and I spoke up into the reverent silence. “You’re Harry Potter.” I said.
“Yes,” said Harry, with half a smile on his lips. A look of almost condescending amusement played across his features. “Yes, I am.”
“You’re a very strong wizard,” I said.
He nodded. “Stronger than some,” he said. He still couldn’t see where this was going.
“You can fix Siobhan.” I said happily. It was the perfect solution. Harry Potter was the strongest wizard in the whole world. If anyone could make my sister better, it was him.
But he shook his head sadly. “I’m afraid not, Landon.” He said. “I don’t think I’m able to help your sister.”
“But you have to!” I said. I pushed my chair away from the table and stood up. “You have to!” I said again, feeling tears welling in my eyes. “You’re Harry Potter! You can make her better.”
“Landon,” said my mother. “You need to sit down and eat your supper, now. Don’t shout at Mr. Potter like that.”
“But he can fix her!” I said. “I know he can!” Did no one understand? Harry Potter could have helped Siobhan but he was refusing to do so.
“Landon,” said my father firmly. “Sit down.”
“No!” I said. I was screaming now tears threatening to spill over at any second. “He can fix her and he won’t do it!”
“Landon, Siobhan has passed away,” said my father. “She’s not going to get better. It’s not that Mr. Potter doesn’t want to help her, it’s that he can’t. No one can. I need you to understand this. Siobhan cannot come back.”
“You’re only saying that because you don’t love her!” I screamed. “You don’t want her to get better! You broke her! You broke her and you threw it away!”
“Landon,” said my mother, her tone soft. “I think it’s time you went to bed.”
“Why don’t you love Siobhan anymore?” I asked. “Why don’t you want her back?”
My parents were giving Harry the apologetic glances merited when they realized they could not control their own children.
“I think it’s time for us to go upstairs, Landy,” said my mother. “We need to have a talk about Siobhan.”
That was the day I had death explained to me. Really explained, not sugarcoated as it had been when my sister had passed away months before.
Death. It was nothing but eternal slumber. It was that day that began my obsession with Necromancy and the Dead Magic arts. It was also that day that gave me cause to use them. What was magic for if not to conquer life's great battles. Certainly Death was the greatest battle of all, we fought against it all our lives. Necromancy was the power that would let us finally overcome it.
I couldn’t see how someone as strong as Lord Voldemort had let a weak old man like Harry Potter bring him to demise. It was unfathomable. If I were the Dark Lord, I thought, I would do better than that.
If I were the Dark Lord. It was an intriguing thought, indeed.
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There will be characters in part three. They were in this part but then I realized it had become insanely long and decided to cut it in two. |
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