Chapter 69.4- Doom Days

At least that was how it tended to work according to the books Tom Riddle had read on the subject. He’d never er actually done it before. Neither had I. But that was the good thing about the dark arts. They were deceptively easy to use when you ad enough talent.

“Rise, and do my will” I muttered in Gaelic, waiting for the spell to take hold. The wind in the room seemed to go still as the body lurched and rose upright. Almost like it was not used to moving. And then it looked down at its chest seeing the hole within.

“To the door” I commanded out loud, even if I could tell that I did not quite need verbal commands to direct it. I could feel the same kind of mental bond with this creature as I would have had with a transfigured or animated one. It was dirtier— if that was a good word, but that was the best I could think of in this situation.

The body did still begin moving just like it would have if it were alive. Fluid. Not lumbering or stumbling like one would have expected. “There is no chance that you learned that at Hogwarts, my good man” Gellert’s voice sounded in my ears as I followed.

“Does it matter where I learned it?” I asked, brow raised. He didn’t seem to be the type to care much about rules. I knew he wasn’t, in fact, since he’d been expelled from Durmstrang for sound magic so dark that even those sick fucks had to wonder what the fuck was wrong with him.

Made me wonder what it was he did though. This version of him didn’t seem to bear much ill will towards the school though? Was it making a horcrux? Was that the dark magic that had gotten Gellert Grindelwald expelled. And if that were the case, did Dumbledore know? Was that why he didn’t kill him when they faced each other all those decades ago. Was it not that he hadn’t been able to overcome the love he felt for his friend but rather that he had known that killing him would not have mattered since it would just have allowed him to come back as a Horcrux? In that case, could that be the path I took with Voldemort when the time came? I would destroy the horcruxes, of course. I would do the best I could in that respect, but if I didn’t manage to get all of them, was imprisonment a possibility?

That would mean being so much more powerful than him that I could afford to fight him without going for the kill and still win. Eventually, I would get that powerful, yes. But right now? It seemed more like a pipe dream than anything.

“Take my hand in yours and pull me through the door” I commanded when we reached the locked door.