The Master of Death
Chapter 11: Conversations with Sirius (Part 2)
Twenty minutes and a few drinks later, Sirius hands
still clasped tightly around his glass. “Death, you are Sir
Death ?!” he asked Harry for the third time now.
"Yes" Harry replied, a little upset at the time,
"And you've asked that."
Sirius shook
her head. “I know, I know,” he said while Harry took a sip
His whiskey, “Too many to take.” Sirius paused for a moment, “I
always thought death was something that was there, part of the whole
life. cycle ... and not a conscious being or whatever it is.” Sirius
take a sip before he looks back. "And it just makes you alone, too,
if you want?” he asked after a while.
"Hm ..." Harry stopped in contemplation.
"I think he'll do it, if I ask him," he replied
finally and he chewed his lips as he glanced towards Death,
"But I don't think I .. . "Harry remained silent.
Can it? Wanna?
Whatever the answer, it will eventually lead to the same thing.
Meanwhile Death leaned closer if
it was possible and Harry's mouth twitched in amusement, when he heard
the slightest rumble that came from Death. But then it stopped
suddenly, it was as if he did not want Harry to hear it.
"How do you hide that?" Sirius
start and Harry breathes the air between his teeth.
"About that ... You know that black snake
brought it?" As if given a cue, Death appeared on his shoulder and
slid in his arm. Sirius immediately shifted to the back of his chair.
"So Death ..." Sirius started before he stared
Harrys. "All the time?!"
"Yup," Harry admitted openly, not without
the amused tone in his voice.
"But" Sirius looked from Death to Harry, "This
very small..” Harry raised eyebrows.
"OK, okay. I didn't say anything" Sirius
said in self-defense as she looked at Harry's expression before she kept staring
that snake. He seems relatively calm now.
“See... she doesn't remember,” hiss death, Harry.
smirked.
"You didn't call him that little few minutes
then" said Harry to his godfather, who paled immediately.
"And because of anything-this-this, you know a lot of things,"
Sirius finally made a sound. Most likely will change the topic.
"Yes, basically," Harry nodded. Possibly
better, leave some things. Like age. Or parts
their connection is more confusing and worrying. '
"What's going on?" Sirius asked and Harry
snorting at the outline of a rather rude question.
“I already have his cape,” he finally said. “Two
other sacred just appeared.”
“They just showed up? Don't you think, it's kinda
suspicious? ” Sirius asked.
“Yes, but I believe him,” said Harry and yang
to his own surprise, he realized that he meant it.
Who, Death? Sirius laughing.
“Yeah, Death,” Harry confirmed, caressing the black snake that
staring Sirius.
“What-" Sirius swallow once - “What do you know?”
“Sometimes I catch a glimpse ..." Harry without
timidly lying while also offending some truth,
"Like a memory, and I-I remember you dying in late summer
next," said Harry with false doubts. In his heart he grinned.
At least at this moment, he had not had any visions from Voldemort or
it's not going to go this smoothly. Otherwise, he would have to convince Sirius, though,
that he is not being influenced by the ruler of darkness in all things.
“Next summer.." Sirius muttered and looked
sad expression on his face. He doesn't have to ask.
"It's in the Ministry. Voldemort trapped me inside
entrapment. I was stupid, I fell in love with her. The command came and saved
our asses and you think it's a good idea to follow them into
the fight. To be fair, I think that's the most fun you've ever had
all this year. You've been locked up in this house for months
at that moment. Bellatrix hit you with a blasting curse and you fell off
the Department of Mysteries. ”
Better to leave it
the part where he tried to hit him with a cross to
that, even if it didn't work out the way he wanted, when
that's. No one knew how Sirius would react to the son
his baptism turned to an unforgivable curse ... “At last even
Voldemort. He and Dumbledore duel in the middle of the Atrium. " Harry
smirked. "At least in that way, Fudge can't
totally deny that he's been back any longer."
Sirius was silent for a moment. They sip drinks
they and Harry were waiting for him to understand the information. Questions that
finally being asked Sirius to break the silence was not a question
expected Harry.
“Then, what happened to Remus?” Sirius asked.
“He was devastated,” Harry replied honestly. “But
I honestly didn't see him much after that. Dumbledore sent me
to the Dursley house again, and that's it, ” said Harry. "That's all that
I remember."
“And what are you going to do now? Everything becomes
This Master of Death is a little strange, “ Sirius said. "You get
vision of the future"
"Possible future," Harry
corrects. "I'm not a seer, Sirius."
"But you know a lot about Voldemort, don't you?"
"Yes" Harry nodded. "some."
“What can help us win?” Sirius begins
hopefully and that's the turning point. Harry sat up straight
his chair. It was imperative that he would not drive Sirius away with what
which he'll reveal or Dumbledore will breathe down his neck in time
curt. And he likes Sirius. It would be more fun if he was there
by her side.
"Yes.
Right," Harry replied to Sirius. "But after all this, I
decided that I didn't really care what Voldemort did, as long as
he doesn't bother me.” And isn't that a miracle.
Harry continued, "And I thought
that there might be another way."
“What is it?” Sirius asked, looking at him suspiciously.
"I'm not a fan of Voldemort's pure-blood fanaticism, but
the magic world could use some changes ..."
"Harry, how-" Sirius said in shock and almost
jump, but when Death hisses threaten him to sit down
revert. "Harry, this is Voldemort we're talking about!" Deuteronomy
in tighter.
"Why do you think so many people
followed him?" Harry asked and Sirius paused in his words,
confused by the sudden change in topic. "really, though,
Sirius."
"Fatigue, cowardice, fear ..." Sirius soon
he replied, a cold expression in his eyes.
"Maybe now, but more than that. When he was first
when he started gathering followers, do you think he was like that? Him
lost sanity. And with what he did to himself,
it's not surprising."
"What are you talking about?" Sirius asked, eyes
the ashes were fixed on Harry.
"If I'm going to tell you this, you have to swear,"
Harry demanded. "You can't tell anyone."
Sirius looked doubtful.
"Your brother found it himself" Harry added
with a grin and leaning forward, curious about the reaction
Sirius. "That's the reason for his death. You can try to find out
alone if you want, but hard if you don't have a clue
right," Harry ended and pulled back. "I wouldn't
forcing you."
They stared at each other in silence. Harry waited with
patiently, the lack of conversation slowly removed Sirius's barrier.
"OK," finally his godfather exclaimed, "OK, right,
I'm gonna do it. But who will be our witness? ”Harry
stop over. He didn't think about it. He exchanged a look
with Death.
"Can you do it?"
"Of course" hiss death. Harry
seeing Sirius.
"The oath sealed by Death. Now we
have our witness."
Sirius took a deep breath, as he looked at the black snake
it crept on Harry's skin. Sirius was never a man
back away from something. He stood up and stretched out
his arm. Harry clutched his hand. "All right, let's
begin," Sirius said with a bold smile.
"Sirius Black; do you swear to keep what a secret
what I say now?“
"I swear" said Sirius. His eyes widened
when Death crept in Harry's arms and wrapped their arms
join, but he did not back down.
"Do you swear, not to tell anyone
about what I will reveal, besides getting my permission especially
formerly."
"I swear." Death wounds are tighter around
their hands are fused and curled further around the wrist
their hands. The skin touched by the black scales burned cold.
"Will you promise, not to use knowledge
this is in a way that goes against my wishes."
Sirius hesitated. "I swear," he said
eventually.
"Then Sirius Black, bound by this oath,"
Harry concluded.
"Better," said Sirius seriously. Passage
harry's arm started burning. Sirius hissed, as Death changed
into black smoke.
Harry flinched, a pleasant feeling suddenly sweeping over
himself. Sirius on the other hand shivered violently and then gripped
his arm. Death reappeared behind Harry, sitting on a backrest
his chair, but judging from his lack of animagus reaction, he once again just
seen by Harry.
“He made a deal with
The Master of Death. As long as he's tied to his vow, he's marked by you. ”
Harry stared at Sirius's arm. That's impossible .. but he
could feel. He gripped the skinny wrist of Sirius and
pulled towards him rather quickly. He knows where to look.
“Hey, ap-," Sirius started protesting, but he stopped, he stopped,
when Harry looked at his arm.
"No ..." Harry stared in shock but then he
grunting tickled. The irony of the situation is not wrong anymore. Right on
under which Lord Voldemort would stamp his followers with a dark mark, something
it has appeared on Sirius' skin. Black triangle - no larger than
bottle cap - circling circles and lines. Symbols of the Relic
deadening.
“Well, this will be harder to hide from Dumbledore
than I thought," Harry said out loud. With view
he released Sirius's arm but to his surprise the Symbol was slow
fading. Dark ink flows into the surrounding skin, leaving nothing behind
other than the unblemished surface.
Sirius looked surprised
rubbed his arms and sat down again. Harry glanced towards Death, the creature
who claimed the back of his own chair, but in the end
decided that he did not care that the creature was sitting there. Him
slumped back into his chair, feeling the legs of Death pressing down on his back. Freaky,
how he is invisible and corporal at the same time. " sign
You hold the power of Death. From me ..." Deaths
hoarse, "You can easily force him to obey you
..." The corner of Harry's mouth twitched.
"But where's the fun?" Harry responded calmly.
This time, he was unable to find himself to pull away,
when Death began to comb his hair. His scalp tingled, though,
the bond connecting him and Death throbbed happily around
them. For the first time, Harry allowed himself to drown
completely by that sensation. Surprisingly, it was liberating.
“Now, what do you know about my sister?” Sirius
ask, interrupting their little session. Harry realized that his godfather
must have been staring at him for some time.
"Regulus .. yes." Harry looked down at the liquid
golden in his glass, a little embarrassed, that he had disturbed this. Him
he felt the consolation of Death more than he saw.
Stab . Yet inner humiliation
considered more preferable than anything.
When Harry lifted his head, he met with a look
from Sirius.
"OK,"
Harry starts. "I'll try to sum it up." Sirius
the nod that Harry took as a sign to
proceeding. "I think it started a while after he joined
with the death eaters. Regulus is a descendant of the pure blood family
highly respected and loyal. Although he was very young, he was a member
trusted in the ranks of Voldemort." Harry stopped and looked at Sirius
to make sure who is listening carefully. "There is
it was time, when Voldemort needed a servant for an important task. And
of course, he offered himself ..."
"Regulus ..." Sirius took a breath.
"Yes" Harry confirmed. But it turns out, Voldemort
no need for human servants. And that's the reason why Regulus
selected for the task. Because he's got house-elves in the house ... Regulus
do as you are told. He ordered Kreacher to leave
with Voldemort if the Dark Lord needs his services and to
obeyed. And once the task is done, he should return. "
"And Kreacher knows everything" Sirius begins to get angry,
but Harry cuts him off before his anger takes him further.
"Only Kreacher was told. He went and came back, he,
as his teacher commanded. Regulus may have doubted his choice.
He was young, the death eaters were different than he thought, Voldemort
cruel-" Sirius grunts . Harry grinned. "But maybe
only his invention changed his mind. We will probably never know ...
You must know Voldemort has always prided himself on the knowledge that
he had gone further with magic than he had ever done
witch or witch. And that's true. When Voldemort was young, he
brilliantly. Very smart and cunning. Enchanted by magic. He knows how
using charms. Anyone who knew him thought he would
become the next magic minister. He has an appearance, is ambitious and possible
a little sociopath- "
“Slight?” Sirius asked but he didn't seem to be
expecting answers.
"And he's afraid of dying more than anything" Harry said
proceeding. "He was a black magician. There's a way to prevent it.
”Sirius' eyes go dark. "I think you already know, what
I mean," Harry suggested subtly. "Come on. You
maybe deny it, but you grew up in a dark family. If Regulus
know it, than you do."
"He made horcruxes .." whispered his godfather.
"Cheater ..." Raspy death next door
grinning at the honest betrayal he felt rolled over from Death
in the act of splitting one's soul. He cannot deny that
the creature grew on him.
Returning to Sirius, Harry nodded. "That persis
which he did. He found a way to do it. And just like you, too,
Regulus knows or at least suspects something. But Voldemort will not
never tell anyone his secret. He's probably a little crazy, but
actually not. stupid."
"And my brother was killed because of his knowledge" he said
Sirius with rage.
"Precisely less," Harry protested. "The "kreacher
it was a sad situation when he returned. And when Regulus asked what
as it happens, Kreacher tells him a story about a cave
hidden, a lake full of bodies and a basin
made of stone. It was filled with an impenetrable potion, to
protect something at its base. A magical shield, which can only be lifted
if you drink the potion. I even think Voldemort invented it
by oneself. He ordered Kreacher to drink it, in order to enter
something into it. Pendant to be exact, ” said Harry and on his words,
Death leaned forward, reaching over Harry's shoulder and when
he opened his fist that was closed above Harry's hand, the horcrux fell into
the palm of Harry's hand. To Sirius it must have looked as if the pendant was
just appeared out of nowhere.
Harry looked curiously at the green jewelry and felt
that piece of soul shone through the metal, more striking than the one
last time. It was pulsing recklessly, feeling the other part so
close to himself.
Sirius' eyes widened as he recognized her. "This is there
in the living room, right?"
Harry nodded. “I picked it up, before someone
could throw. Voldemort left Kreacher in the cave
die. There were quite a number of inferies in the lake and the whole place was prevented in order to
not operate. But elf magic is different from ours. Regulus has been
ordered Kreacher to come back, so he did. That was
a feat no witch could achieve. After Kreacher returns, the,
your brother asked him to show him the cave.
Regulus himself drank the potion and put down a copy
the locket is in its original place. He did not expect to survive. Him
ordered Kreacher to destroy the locket, because he was alone
no longer able to do it. The herb is beneficial to you, you know.
There's only one problem. "Harry pointed at the horcrux in his hand."
Kreacher doesn't know what this is. Fairy magic is light. Though strong in him
alone, it cannot destroy the horcruxes, ”Harry explained, temporarily
he was looking at the emerald in the pendant shining in a dim light.
Sirius' eyes gleamed wet, but he did not cry. “Dia
die as a hero ..he dies, trying to defeat Voldemort. Reggie
always smart. She was eighteen when she died, you know
knew it? ”Sirius laughs short. "Yeah. You've already been
did, huh?" Sirius rubbed his face with his hands and sniffed.
As he looked up again, his voice had lost its trembling tone. "So
Voldemort can't die, as long as this thing, this horcrux is still there,
wasn't he? We just need to destroy him and he's mortal again. "
"Well that's it. Not really, ” answered Harry," Here
not the only Horcrux. "
The statement appeared to hit Sirius like a hammer
godams. He was one of the few people who seemed to know what
it is actually necessary to make a Horcrux. "He made more
from one ?! Is he crazy ?!"
Harry grinned. "I think we've set
that's. But yeah. He made more than one."
“How much?” Sirius asked, a look of fear on his face
as if he didn't want to know the answer.
Harry leaned forward, and he had a faint impression
that he was akin to Death at this moment, grinning a grin
predator. "Seven."
Sirius looked at Harry. He then sat back down
his chair, looking at the whiskey before downing it and refilling it
his glass. He took a sip for a while before he finally got it
voice returned. "Seven," he murmured with a broken voice.
"A little impressive, isn't it?" Harry said, his mood
contrasted with Sirius. But it is an impressive feat if
You look at it from an objective point of view, "That he succeeded
do it and still live. "
"Seven ..." Sirius repeated and he stroked
her hair. "They can be anywhere.“.
“Ya,” Harry agree. In his heart he grinned.
Sirius stared at him. “Harry, I know that I have
take this oath and I won't tell anyone.” A laugh
dry out from her chapped lips. “I can't even ... Harrys,
you should listen to me. You have to tell Dumbledore,
"Sirius said attentively and a glimmer of hope appeared in
his eye.
Did my? Harry said with raised eyebrows, but
Sirius did not seem to realize it, panicking in his plan.
"He can inform the order, collect people,
we can finally do something!” Sirius was blabbering, full of spirit
to act.
"Yeah," Harry shifted in his chair, "I don't think so
..."
"I understand if you don't want to do it. Why
you don't want to tell him," Sirius said, "But I can
told him I found an old record about Regulus. We
there is no need to mention it with a sacred. "
“You just need to ask, and
he whimpered on the ground again,“ Death commented from the side line, inclining
body forward and staring at Sirius like a hunter in his prey. Other people
shivering even though I can't see it.
"Oh, no. Not that" Harry told Sirius,
comforted by Death's suggestion but accidentally hears his statement to
at present.
“But why?” Sirius asked in confusion.
"There are several reasons.” Harry leaned back in his chair and
sipping drink. “First of all, Dumbledore already knew that Voldemort
make a horcrux, or at least suspect it.”
He know about that? Sirius said and his magic spun
wildly, "And he didn't tell us?"
“I think he's sure this information will spread
the panic. Today everyone still holds hope in the illusion that
Voldemort can be killed. Okay, maybe not easy ... But
at least everyone thought that he would not come back if someone
killing him. Most of the time, Dumbledore knew more than
which he knows. There was no one beside him, you, me, and Voldemort
who knows about this themselves. "
Sirius still looked angry, but his attention seemed to be on
directed inwardly as he pondered his own thoughts.
"Everything about this and about this topic
be under your oath, Sirius," Harry reminded him.
Sirius nodded, but he did not say
anything at all. Harry sipped his drink.
It was a few minutes of silence, the air was tense and finally
Harry took to break the silence.
"It's good whiskey" he said casually. Sirius
humming agreed and raised his glass to
sipped. "Actually, no, no" Harry said after two sips
again, "That's a lie. Why do people buy this stuff? I can't
feel the difference between this and the cheap."
Sirius choked on his drink. He coughed, but then
his cough turned into laughter. Harry grinned. "I will
pay the man, who said this to my father," Sirius said.
"Um, there's actually something else, I want to ask you.
It was because of my trial," said Harry, "I need a way to defend
myself and I can use your help."
“Sure,” replied Sirius, the previous tension is still visible
but he was eager to jump onto another topic. "I'll help
as far as I can." He looked at Harry with
concerned. "Are you okay? I mean it must have been a long time
get used to this summer, and now there's your ordeal ... "
“Yes, I'm fine. Become the Lord of Death too
having some advantages, ” said Harry and he smiled at Sirius.
Harry tried calling the books, he got from
Black-library, but it seems to make something he doesn't see appear in
his hand was not something he could not do. In the end
Death pitied him and the books ended up on the table between him and Sirius.
“I'm joking at the ministry right now,” said Harry. “Child
male, who is not sane.” He leaned forward and
smirked. “But I thought, I would use that experiment to
my advantage. It is more of a long-term investment. They
will soon have to deal with more than a boy, who
he claimed that Voldemort had returned. ”
“You can be very scary, you know that?” Sirius said,
but he grinned. “What do you think?”
"I intend to take advantage of some of the old laws that
I don't want to be changed by anyone. Luckily, we have books
it's." it's." Harry pushed him to Sirius.
"Honored code Wizengamot. From 1597 to
1850," Sirius read, as he examined the title of one of the thick books.
"Yes. Most of it is not very interesting. This is law
original and what changes have been made. But the interesting part is the part
it's." it's." Harry leaned over the table and flipped through the pages.
"There ..."
"A nobleman will claim his seat, whenever he
will if he can prove that he has blood or a surname,
who has the right to claim a seat," Sirius read out with
loud.
"Look at the names" said Harry. "This is the
the founder of the first Wizengamot."
Abbott
Avery
Black II
Bulstrode
Closing things
Carrow
Dibble
Fawleys
Dingy
Green grass
Lestrange II
Longbottoms
MacMillans
Malfoy II
Notts
Parkinson's
Peverells
Potter
Prewett
Rosier
Rowles
Selwyn
Syafiq
Weasley II
Yaxleys
"All families of pure blood are old ..." Sirius said
as soon as he took a quick look at the line.
"Yes. Basically everyone who has a name
same through marriage, or who has a family relationship with one
families can claim a place in Wizengamot."
“But why are some of them printed?” Sirius asked.
"That's an old habit, giving your seat to
another family to pay a lifetime debt. There, the numbers in the back
some of the names are people who have this now. You still can
claim a chair, as you can claim a seat from a family that
related to you. A claim from a family member who
having it, carries more weight. They can always demand, that
You surrendered. But that's all in the next pages, " said Harry,
and he pointed to a paragraph in the book. "Here it says,
that a Sovereign may choose someone to speak on behalf of
them. One seat equals the vote and you as the head
black Family ..." Harry leaned back in his chair, letting
silence speaks for itself.
"You want me to choose you, to speak on behalf of
me," said Sirius and Harry nodded.
"Basically, yes."
His godfather remained silent and flipped around
courtyards. "But Harry ... It's not that I wouldn't do it, but
I don't know if this can go your way. This law
I'm old and I'm still being hunted by the ministry. Not even talking about
In fact, that I never claimed a seat at Wizengamot or me
a Lord. I think the last Black to hold this title is grandfather
my great-grandfather and he died in 1952. "
"But you can get this title back, Harry
suggested mischievously, "And I could have a letter, which
declare that - if you cannot speak for yourself -
I, as your godson, have the right to speak your language. And that
all- “Harry took out a ring that Kreacher wanted to save from space
guest and put it in front of Sirius -" verified with a seal
black Family. "
Sirius looked at Harry in surprise. "Sometimes, though,
even though I don't like to say it, I think that you will succeed
well in Slytherin" he said.
"The hat also thinks so" Harry replied
grinning, "Most of Draco Malfoy's mistakes, until I
convinced him to put me on Gryffindor.“ Sirius laughed and then
smile at Harry.
"Yeah, that hat listens to you if you're determined enough
..." said Sirius. And Harry had a different impression, that
perhaps, he wasn't the only one, who asked for the hat to be placed in
Gryffindors.
Deaths
leaning forward once more, a pale hand on Harry's shoulder. "There is
different types of ambition. For some it is a hunger for power, a hunger for power,
others want to be loved by everyone and some just want to prove,
that they are better. Different, "said Death and replied
harry's unspoken question as he watched Sirius take a sip of whiskey
nya. Harry smiled at Death as a silent thank you
and then back to his godfather.
"But I have to mention that there are other aspects, which
it may be dangerous and somewhat illegal" Harry said but it was just
it had a grin on Sirius' face. "You must claim your title
as nobles, for this plan to succeed. It can only be done in
directly," Harry explained, "And that means sneaking out of
Grimmauld Place."
Sirius's Sneer
it widened and there was a splash in his eyes, which had been missing since Harry arrived at
here's. "You've got me in 'dangerous' ."
They chatted for a while longer, until Sirius looked over
the silver watch he took out of his pocket and declared that they were
now must really go to sleep, if they want to survive
the next day under the care of Mrs Weasley. The only thing that
harry's regret is that he couldn't see his godfather's face when he
Death pulls him into the shadows to reappear in his room.
