Chapter 17.3- Doom Days

_ “And you’re sure this will work” I said, not even trying to hide the doubt in my voice.

“Which one of us has decades of experience with women?” He retorted

“Neither of us. You had a single decade, and then 12 years in Azkaban. Surely, the dementors don’t count”

“Well, I assure you they took only a single look at me and wanted to suck me off so you can doubt my charm all you want.”

“First of all, ew. Secondly, ew. Thirdly, fuck you very much for that image in my head”

“Language, young man” I returned his interruption with a deadpan look that made it clear how unimpressed I was.

“Well, I haven’t got any better ideas and this girl already seems to want me so I doubt there’s much this could do to make her say no. I’ll modify the spells a bit though” I said.

“Why?”

“Because this might seem like impressive magic to you, but someone with my ability can- nay must- do more”

“When did you manifest such a massive stick up your arse?”

“The same day you manifested a dildo up yours”

“Heyyyy”

“You started it. Now, I’ll be on my way now but I have something for you to do.”

“I knew it. You didn’t bring me here for my own good, you brought me here so you could take advantage of me. Oh benevolent Room, please come to my aid and save me from this deviant”

“Haha…so funny. Take the instructions, would you? I have my potioneering set and ingredients stored here so you just have to ask the room for whatever you need.”

“And whatever do you need a blood replenishing potion for, James?” I silently took note of the slip but did not point it out. It explained how easily he’d slipped into banter with me.

“Standard bloodletting ritual” I said blithely.

“You’re joking”

“Very serious, I assure you.”

“Because Crouch escaped with your blood?”

“Precisely.”

“Where did you even learn about something like that? And don’t say the restricted section because there’s no chance Dumbledore would have that kind of information floating around the school”

“And yet you know about it?”

“I’m a Black” He said like it explained everything, which it sort of did.

“This room gives access to information on whatever one might need. My best guess is that it gave me the book I found the ritual in directly from Dumbledore’s own library. Either that or someone just dropped a valuable tome of rituals in here and never bothered coming back for it” I said with a shrug.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Noted. Now get to brewing.”

“Have you gone to Dumbledore?”

“No. And neither will you.”