Chapter 71.4- Doom Days

I landed on my feet, but only just. And then I was on my arse, not even sure when I’d gotten there. Fuck. I could only feel the barest embers of my magic within me. That had taken….a lot.

“What in Morgana’s name made you apparate such a long distance?” I heard Gellert’s voice in my ear. I turned expecting to see him there, but nothing.

“I can’t project here. Not enough ambient magic for me to feed on” He explained, answering the question.

“I thought we were still in Europe.” I said. An apparition in Europe shouldn’t have taken that much out of me.

“Where are we now?” Gellert asked.

“Greece. My godfather’s place” I said.

“You apparated from Siberia to Greece in one shot? I don’t know if I should be impressed or appalled at such a risky endeavor”

“It can’t be all that far, can it?” I asked, going over the distances in my head. I could apparate from London to Greece with little trouble most of the time and that was only half the distance. Even if the journey took three times the magic— which could well be the case because of how distances and magic tended to scale off of each other, it shouldn’t have made me feel like this.

“About six thousand kilometers, give or take”

“I apparate from here to London no problem” I said.

“Yes, but what do you have in your pocket?”

“Your horcrux?”

“Indeed.”

“But a horcrux should’t work like this”

“A horcrux shouldn’t be able to speak in your mind just because you are close to it should it? The best way to put it would be that I am quite special” He said, and before I could reply, there was a vortex on the other side of the foyer. A whirlwind of space that dropped Sirius and two towhees who I barely got a chance to see before my godfather had wrapped my body in his, squeezing for dear life.

“Harry. You’re okay”

“When am I not?” I asked, sporting a cocky smile. A feeling that died quickly when I remembered just what had happened. The thrill of escape had taken my mind away from it briefly, but nothing could ever make me forget just what that man had done to me. He had waved his wand twice and I was done for. All my training. The time spent practicing wand movements till my wrist went numb. Chaining incantations and learning how to do everything silently until my mind was foggy. All of it, useless. Because in one move he had snapped my wrist into a thousand pieces. My most powerful spell, he had disregarded like a tickling jinx. It was a wakeup call.