Training Montage Year 4: Azkaban
April 1985:
Peverell mansion - Infirmary:
{BAM}
"My lord!"
{BAM}
"Sir! Please stop!"
{BAM}
"My lord! I'll share my morning joint with you if you stop!
{BAAAMMM!!!}
"Sir, you are being too rough!"
{BAM}
"If you wish to destroy that wall, please let me clean it first! And please don't use your head!"
"I FEEL SO STUPID!"
Why am I banging my head against a dirty wall? Well, there is the extended version and the short version. Ignore the other bodies in the room.
Here is the short version: Book scanning spell.
Here is the extended version.
Flashback:
A week after the beginning of my fourth year, I decided it was time to raid Azkaban.
One problem though, I didn't have enough summon slots open for everyone. If I removed the grunts, I would only have ten spots left.
This was one of my ongoing mental projects, and during my time off, it took me a month of reading before I figured out a solution.
Since Horcrux's are a real thing in this world, why couldn't I just make a jar and stuff souls into it? You know, like a soul gem from Skyrim.
Turns out, you can! I found a book about it in the library.
Seeing as how this is a necromancer family line, they had loads of books on soul storage. It was right along with the warnings in big bright red letters telling others why they should never do it to themselves.
Whoever wrote the book managed to discover somehow that if you cut off a piece of your soul, then you will not have the strength after you die to be reincarnated. Your soul would just dissolve and cease to exist. I'll ask dad about it later.
I found an enchanted soul storage urn in the vault. I never realized what it was before, they really should have labeled their old junk.
Now I could begin the raid!
*Line Break*
April 1985:
Azkaban:
I had a few plans to use to make it a perfect raid. First, since the dementors are loyal to me, I had them block any guards from coming near any prisoners.
Second, read the minds of the prisoners to get any useful information I can from their broken mental worlds, store it, and look through it later.
Third, save Sirius black because that guy is a real bro. Fourth, replace Sirius's body with a transfigured dead body from the leftovers of my Legilimency training.
And finally, have the dementors go on a rampage and pretend they killed all the prisoners. It was flawless.
Everything was going well, only 26 prisoners were remaining alive, so I began my mission.
Most of what was left in their minds was useless for me, I stored anything I could, but I could tell there wasn't much useful information.
It did give me a strange feeling I was unable to identify though. 'why do I suddenly feel so strange? Is this dread? Perhaps it's a short term side effect of storing so many memories? Eh, I'll deal with it later.'
Interestingly, not all the prisoners actually remembered their names. I did catch a few of them:
Morfin Gaunt (the uncle of Voldemort)
Tarquin McTavish (the guy who trapped his neighbor in a teakettle)
Merula Snyde's parent's (death eaters)
Mrs. Crouch (Took the place of her son in prison with a permanent transfiguration.) (Author notes: I adjusted things a bit)
Jane Court (In canon she was supposed to be released next year. Her crime was unknown. This bitch had a soul with enough corruption that it matched some of the worst inmates I experimented on! I wasn't even sure I wanted to look at her memories.)
Carlotta Pinkstone (The wizarding world's most iconic hippie! She was thrown in here for trying to start riots for the repeal of the Statute of Secrecy. Apparently, every five years, they released her only to throw her right back in a week later after she is caught doing it again.)
Most of the rest couldn't remember their names. One guy worried me; it seemed his name was M. Mcd*nald. I couldn't get the rest of his name, but I feel like I just discovered one of the most massive conspiracies of this century!
Moving on, I reached the great Padfoot himself!
'He looks like shit.'
Moving up to him, I got a good look.
Originally, Sirius was a tall, well-built, darkly handsome man with fair skin, medium, lustrous black hair, which sometimes appeared light in the sun, striking grey eyes, and an air of "casual elegance."
However, due to the depression and maltreatment he underwent during the last seven years he spent in Azkaban, he had prematurely aged beyond that of a man in his thirties and hasn't been cleaned up since before he was sent in.
He was unconscious and missing his pants.
'I can understand why he's not conscious, but did they seriously take his pants? That is wrong on so many levels.'
"Oi, Padfoot, wake up man." I gave him a light kick on his shoulder.
His eyes snapped open, looking bloodshot and crazed.
"What?!? No!?! Stay away from me! My memories are mine!"
It seems he mistook me for a dementor. He huddled up in the corner.
'Oh, right. I'm covered in shadows, my bad.' I pulled back on the shadows.
"Easy man, that was just a cloaking spell. I'm not here to hurt you."
Hearing a young voice, Sirius looked back up into my eyes.
"Wha..what's going on? Who are you?"
'Let's be blunt, this guy has a pretty straightforward personality.'
"My name is Magus, I currently hold ownership of Azkaban, I'm here to kill bad people, and you're not a bad guy. I read your memories, and I know your innocent Sirius; I'm being serious here.
I got him to crack a smile at my pun. He either didn't care about me admitting to murder, or he's too out of it to notice.
"I'm getting out of here?"
There was a lot of hope being put into those words. I walked up to him and placed my hand on his shoulder.
"It's time to get you cleaned up, Padfoot."
He gave me a sincere smile before passing out. I did a quick sweep of his mind and holy shit. This guy managed to use his occlumency to take all the most essential things to himself and lock them away in a bubble while sacrificing everything else.
He literally was sacrificing pieces of himself to save the rest.
'It will take me a while, but I'm healing this guy.'
"Tom."
"Yes sir." He silently appeared behind me.
"Please take the current lord black to the Infirmary at the mansion."
"Right away sir." He placed a hand on Sirius's shoulder and quickly disappeared.
I took out one of the corpses leftover in my inventory and transfigured its features to match Sirius before dumping it and moving on.
'I'm really glad grandpa made my inventory un-affected by time, I should send him a gift basket or sacrifice a virgin or something. I don't know how it works with the gods.'
'I'm almost done, just a few more.'
My next visit was to Rodolphus Lestrange, one of the most disgusting characters. He loved torturing people; he took sick pleasure in it.
I took great pleasure in ruthlessly destroying what was left of his mind and discovered something quite shocking.
'Bellatrix Lestrange was innocent! The marriage contract to this guy literally forced her to obey all his commands. What sick, twisted shit is this.'
I quickly scanned over his memories of the orders he gave her, and I wanted to throw up. It was only the last order he gave her that stopped me.
"Shit! He's dead, I have to hurry!"
I ran over to the other jail cell to find the famous Bellatrix Lestrange, one of the strongest and most talented women in this world, currently having a seizure on the floor.
The last order Rodolphus gave her was that when he died, she dies too. Her mana was attacking her.
I pulled out a pair of mana suppression handcuffs (which can be easily made if you have the right material. I wonder who erased that little bit of info from the records.) and snapped them onto her arm.
Her mana was quickly snuffed out, and she collapsed into my arms.
"Phew, that was too close."
I took a closer look at her. She was a tall woman of white skin; and long, thick, shiny dark hair. Her face had a strong jaw, thin lips, and was heavily lidded eyes with long eyelashes.
However, her lengthy imprisonment in Azkaban took a toll on her appearance. Her face became gaunt and skull-like, but she still managed to retain some vestige of her great beauty despite being covered in filth.
'According to the memories I got, she is barely over thirty, if I add both my lives, we are pretty much the same age.'
She began to stir and opened her eyes; they were unfocused and red.
'Since her marriage began, Rodolphus gave her the order that the more she hated him, the more pain she would be subject to through her own mana. I can't even imagine the levels of pain she experienced.'
As soon as her consciousness came back into focus, she tensed up in my arms, most likely in a reflex to endure the pain, but she quickly noticed the difference. She looked around, and her eyes stopped on me.
"So, the bastards dead huh? *cough* I don't care who you are, but thank you."
Her voice came out rough and choppy.
"Shh…here, drink."
I pulled out a water bottle from my inventory and brought it to her lips. While she was drinking, I decided to speak.
"Hello Bella, my name is Magus, and I just finished destroying that swine's mind. I saw what he did to you, and I promise I will make him suffer for a long time."
She tensed up when I said I know what happened to her, but then she started breaking down into tears.
"I…I…*sob* I just wanted to be free! *cough* I never wanted to hurt anyone!"
"It's ok, it's over now."
I pulled her close and tried my best to soothe her. I'm no saint who will go looking for those in pain even if I know their story, but having seen it right in front of my eyes is something I can't look away from.
While she was crying, I took a quick look at her mind. It was in much better condition than Sirius's world.
'It's not surprising. Magic in this world is intent-based, and she is one of the strongest witches of the century. To be that strong, you would have to have a strong mind.'
Still though, from all the abuse she experienced plus her imprisonment, her mind will take a lot of work. Thankfully she protected her mind in a similar way to Sirius.
'Right, the Black family was known for its mental arts. They must have talents only one of their bloodlines could use.'
It took an hour of comforting her before she began to calm down a bit. She looked up at me and really focused for the first time since she woke up.
I don't know what she was thinking about, but I saw a fire re-ignite in her eyes.
'Huh, I thought that only happens in anime.'
"Where is his body?" she asked.
"What?" was my intelligent reply.
"Where is that swine's body?" She clarified.
"Oh, it's in the cell next over, do you want to see it?"
"I want to do more than see it, please help me over to it."
She wasn't exactly able to walk just yet, so I carried her over. She was way to light for my comfort. I brought her into the cell and set her down on the side of the body.
Almost immediately after I put her down, she grabbed a stone and started bashing the guys head with a strength I couldn't imagine her having.
I didn't really want to see her hurt herself anymore, so I gave her one of my knives.
"Here."
She gave me a small smile and took it. Then she started stabbing. Over and over and over.
'It's a good thing I have some extra bodies, it would be hard to explain why a dementor would have a knife and choose to stab someone.'
The only unfortunate thing is that I killed him too quickly. He deserves every bit of pain this would cause him.
Eventually, she calmed down, Rodolphus was long past being recognizable, and she made sure his man bits were more finely diced then Kronos's when Zeus chopped him up.
She handed me back the knife. "Thank you, I really needed that."
"I understand." And I really did, I had the guy's memories. I wiped the blood off with a rag and sheathed it.
After that, I took out two corpses and transfigured them to match these two and sent Bella's copy into her cell with a levitation charm. Then I stored Rodolphus's remains. Bella just silently watched me work.
I turned to her and thought about what I wanted to say before speaking. Just like Sirius, I wanted to heal this woman. She is still in a dangerous state magically speaking, only the anti-mana handcuffs are repressing the effects.
"Bella, I am currently Lord Peverell, and I own this island. I want to heal your mind and body, are you willing to come with me? You will be free under my protection."
Her eyes refocused, and she studied me for a minute. I let her think in silence, she just finished one nightmare, she should decide of free will before trusting anyone else.
Eventually, she gave me a small smile and spoke in a low hopeful voice before starting to lose consciousness.
"Please.…please help me."
The last few hours finally caught up to her, and she passed out.
I quickly caught her and lifted her up.
'I will heal her.' I rarely felt this determined about something.
She was the last prisoner I had to meet, I found the closest dementor and spoke.
"All of you go on a rampage for the next 24 hours, I want every prisoner to look like you killed them. Understand?"
It nodded its head and went off.
I started sinking into my shadow to head home, not realizing that as I did, my shadow wrapped around Bella like a mother's comforting hug. A mother always knows their child best.
Flashback End.
Peverell mansion - Infirmary:
After checking on my new patients and administering some potions through an IV, I decided to take a look at the memories I salvaged from the prisoners. That led to my current predicament.
Present:
{BAM}
"26 prisoners and 14 of them had a spell to scan books!!!! FFFUUUCCKKKK!!!! I should have made Azkaban my first stop!!!"
{BAM}
'Over three years of endlessly reading! All those papercuts I suffered! I would rather be stabbed then get another goddam papercut!'
{BAAAMM!!}
"Ok, enough of that. Bron, clean up that blood. Gol, Sil, please clean up my two guests. Tom, I have had a very stressful day, please come to the arena and spar with me."
It took me a few hours to calm down, but when I did, I decided to deal with the souls I gathered.
I walked over to where I placed the urn and discovered something interesting. You see, the Urn is only about 2 feet long, its cylinder-shaped, and it has a dementors image at the top where any newly deceased soul in the vicinity will get sucked into.
It also has a small enchanted gauge at the side to tell me how many souls are currently stored. Initially, I had 24 souls stored. Now that number has gone down to 12. I heard two ping's of an Alert and took a look.
Alert:
Due to being stored in the same container, the stronger souls have devoured the weaker ones. Devoured souls will experience extreme levels of torment before ceasing to exist.
Stronger souls will gain a level (Author notes: remember, each shadow starts at level 1 and has to reach level 5 before being able to evolve a stage. Only very powerful beings can begin at higher stages.) and a new ability/spell.
Currently owned souls are too weak to devour more than one soul in a given time.
Alert:
Mission: Gather magical species as shadows 5/10. Gather wizards as shadows 20/20.
Each Mission fulfilled unlocks another 10 summon slots.
5 new summon slots available.
Note from dad: Your welcome, this is not a glitch, I'm proud of you.
Summons: 20/35
'well damn, this is an interesting development, thanks dad. I shouldn't cheat here though, let's absorb these shadows. Shame I already released the grunts, there goes my cheap labor.'
I placed my hand on the urn and spoke. "Extract."
Summon Gained
Summon Gained
....
I got ten notifications confirming my success and received a new Alert. I left the last one in the urn because it was the devoured soul from Rodolphus.
'Let's enchant his soul to something and give it to Bella. I'm sure she would appreciate it. Now I have been curious about the class system for wizards since I first heard about it. Let's do this.'
I opened my new alert.
Alert:
Wizard Shadow Gained x 10:
Please select class:
[Battle Mage] [Medic] [Illusionist] [Dark Mage]
Battle Mage: 1st Stage: spells: Stupify (stun opponent) + Diffindo (cutting spell)
Medic: 1st Stage: Spells: Episkey (heal minor wounds) + Ferula (conjure bandages)
Illusionist: 1st Stage: Spells: Disillusionment (can be cast on an individual or a specified area) + Obliviate (erase specific memories)
Dark Mage: 1st Stage: Spells: Ebublio Jinx (Traps target in a giant bubble) + Impediment Jinx (slows target)
(Author notes: There are a LOT of spells to use as options. Current wizard shadows are still stage one, so I cant make them overpowered. Eventually, battle mages can get spells like Avada Kadabra, Sectumsempra, and so on. Same with the other classes. These are improved shadows because of being two souls, so two spells.)
'It's like an RPG. But it makes sense, this world has a crazy amount of spells. It seems like I could use them for different situations.
Battle Mages would be great in large numbers, but it's probably best to focus on quality rather than quantity.
Medics would be really useful when there are others involved, and I have to focus on something else, plus I'm sure when they evolve, they will be really useful.
Illusionists are perfect for taking care of bystanders and making things I want hidden stay hidden.
Finally, Dark Mages have a vast repertoire. Just by having a capture and slow spell, I can already see loads of uses.
"Ok, I've decided. Four Battle Mage's, two for each of the other three."
My shadow extended out in front of me, and ten shadows rose up from the ground in all their usual shadowy rising badassness.
'No matter how many times I see it happen, or do it myself, it just looks so damn cool.'
They were all similar-looking, standing at about 6 feet, shadowy black figures, bright glowing eyes, and words above their heads. They all had pointed hats, were dressed in robes, and their class's and levels were above their heads.
They were all level 2, it looks like devouring other souls really did work. Without a good source, it is tough to level my shadows in this world.
My elves are not combatants, and they level up through training and doing their jobs as butlers. Tom has reached level three, but the other three are still level one.
My kneazles were the first real combatants I had, and they haven't changed from level 1.
Only one giant has leveled up after their fight with Erza, Fenrir, and the Direwolves.
Erza didn't level up after her fight with Fenrir, most likely due to the Giants and Direwolves teaming up on him.
Luckily, I had a special plan to get a few levels while I'm here. My eternal enemies are going to be exterminated.
'MWUHAHAHA! As long as you laugh evilly in your mind, your still sane, right?'
"Sir?"
"FUC…! *cough* Tom, don't make me put that bell on you again. What's up?"
"You instructed me to get you when your guests have regained consciousness. Lord Black has just woken up."
"Thank you, I'll head on over. Can you please grab a drought of living death, It will be necessary for the healing process."
"Right away sir."
While heading over to Infirmary, I got a smile on my face thinking about the drought.
'That was a 6th-year potion, maybe they should implement a cooking course in Hogwarts as a pre potions class? Ha, Yeah, the house-elves would riot.'
The infirmary was situated in the mansion between the potions tower on the left and the central tower in the back.
The beds were charmed not to cause any long-lasting harm to the body and to stay in top condition. The curtains around each bed provided a personal space that was charmed to be silent when closed.
The roof and the tops of the walls were charmed to look like glass and allow natural sunlight to flood the room like the French Palace of Versailles.
It was a beautiful design with light colors. It seemed they understood that the color 'white' is not appreciated in a healing area.
I walked in to see Sirius sitting up and basking in the evening glow of the sun. Both him and Bella were looking much better after being washed and changed by Gol and Sil. I stayed silent as I walked over but made sure to stay in his line of sight, so I did not spook him.
He smiled when he saw me.
"Kid, no Magus, I don't really know what to say to show my thanks, but really, thank you!" He bowed his head and spoke with real emotion. He looked like he wanted to cry, so I tried to lighten up the mood.
"Hey~ Hey~, easy there, Padfoot, I'm just helping out a fellow lord. It is my honor to host you in my home Lord Black." I gave him a mischievous smile.
"Lord Black?!? *cough* *cough* What the hell are talking about?? I can't be the lord! I was removed from the family. Magic can't tie me to that place. And while I appreciate hearing the name, how do you know my marauder name?"
He almost had a panic attack, I've been wanting to do this for years. Its all in good faith though, he needs his attention taken away from his imprisonment for a moment.
"Sorry Padfoot." My grin got wider in response to his horror-struck expression. "Your grandfather never truly struck you from the family, he only kicked you out of the house. He died of old age while you were in prison after making you his heir.
The only possibilities after you are the Malfoy's kid who is seven and your godson who is also seven. Congratulations on your new position, Lord, Black!"
"No! No! What kind of bullshit is this!" He started crying anime tears. Thankfully I brought out the real Sirius and not his broken shell.
"I hate my family!"
"Well, look at it this way man, being Lord Black, you can do whatever you want. Piss on your family's magical portraits, sell their important stuff, marry a muggle. You can spend the rest of your life dancing on their graves."
He quieted down and gave me a deadpan stare.
I matched him with my own.
Slowly a smile came to his face.
"Magus, my man, I haven't felt like this since the last time I went out for drinks with James." His face fell for a second before continuing. "I think your right, the best way for a marauder to get back at someone is to prank them like their life is on the line. By the way, you still didn't answer my question about my name."
I already had a story to use for this.
"I know my age doesn't help my argument…"
"Wait, wait, dude, you saved me from that hell. I don't care if you're a eunuch. Be honest with me."
"haha no, I'm not a eunuch, and I have no plans on becoming one. Like the Blacks, the Peverells have an extensive library on the mind arts. I can confidently say I have more than enough skill to become one of the highest level mind healers currently in the world."
"That's a big boast. Good! A man should be confident in himself. I'm assuming you're telling me this for a reason."
"Yeah, look, I took a look at your mind when I met you, that's how I knew you were innocent. However, you have had some severe damage in your mental world Sirius.
It's a miracle that we can have this conversation right now, but its also a sign of how desperate you were to save parts of yourself at the expense of the others.
I can heal you, and I want to heal you, you're a good man. But it's going to require time, and unfortunately, with my current skills, I can't have you awake for the procedure.
Your mind will keep fighting me like a virus unless your put to sleep. It will take a long time."
"How long are we talking about?" He gave me an apprehensive look.
"A year."
"A year?"
"I know you have some occlumency training, take a look at your mind for a second." He quickly accepted and closed his eyes, a few seconds later he reopened them and his face grew pale.
"Holy shit! It looks like a war zone in there!"
"Yes, that's the part of your mind you kept safe starting to lash out at the broken pieces to reconnect only to find the connection shattered.
You will begin developing severe mental issues like PTSD and memory loss if this continues. If you re-enter the magical world like this, you will be ripped apart and used as a slave by others."
"Are you sure you can deal with this?"
"I give you my word as Lord Peverell." My body flashed for a moment in relation to my words. It's not a real oath, but it would cause minor issues if I broke it.
"Ok then, you got me out of there in the first place. You have my trust Magus."
"Thanks Padfoot, before that though I need you to help me out."
"What's up?"
'I really hope he doesn't freak out.'
"This might be hard to believe, but you were not the only innocent prisoner."
"I could believe it, I was an Auror, and I have seen some messed up things from the ministry."
"Well, it's your sister." His eyes widened.
"Hold on a second and just listen, ok?" He swallowed his words and nodded, but his face grew grave on the implications.
"I read Rodolphus's mind. When Bella was married off, the contract literally forced her to obey any and every command of her husband. Rodolphus Lestrange was a ruthless and corrupt man who enjoyed inflicting pain on others.
Bella has been forced against her will to do things she never wanted to do. Every minute since being married off, she has been in physical and mental pain.
Honestly, it's a miracle she has a more intact mind than you."
He grew red with anger as I spoke.
"I FUCKING KNEW IT! *cough* I told them all that there was something wrong with her! Bella was such a sweet and strong woman before she was sold off! Narcissa too! Only Andromedia believed me, but she had to run away to escape the same fate! *cough* *cough* *cough*"
"I know man, I know, but you got to calm down, your body cant handle it. We can try to fix the damage your family caused. You're the new lord black. You can sever their contracts with just a word. Rodolphus gave Bella the order that if he dies, so will she."
He almost exploded again, but I spoke first to calm him down.
"It's OK! She is safe! I managed to get to her in time and sealed her mana before the effect could take place. Easy there man."
I started patting him on the back and gave him some water. He visibly deflated a bit in relief.
"Magus, no, Lord Peverell, you have my sincere thanks for everything you have done. I say this on my word as Lord Black. If you ever need me, I will have your back."
His body flashed as mine did. Once again, it's not a real oath, but it's close. Then he looked down at his hands and started tearing up.
"My sisters…were cousins actually, but we were raised as siblings. I really did care for them despite how I acted. I hated the elders of my family, hated the family views, mottos, actions. I never hated my sisters, but I never tried to help them. I just ran away from it all. What have I done…"
"Sirius, look at me man." I got his attention.
"Life isn't black and white; when you take an action, you have no idea what kind of ripples will result from it.
Its perfectly normal human nature to think about yourself first. Is it selfish? Yes, it is, but what is wrong with being selfish?
The majority of the world is selfish, if you don't take care of yourself and wipe your own ass, then who is going to?
You can't truly help others if you can't help yourself first. Sure, a broken man or woman can help others, but they will break in the process.
Stand up Sirius, fight for those who will fight for you."
I wasn't really expecting to give him a speech. In my past life, I really hated the feeling of burdening others, especially when they could barely help themselves.
Growing up in an orphanage taught me a lot. It was only when I began traveling, and I met real friends that I found out how it feels to rely on others who could depend on me too.
When you break, it's easy to become attached to those who helped you. But if you don't fight to help yourself at the same time and they disappear, then you will only fall apart again.
"Magus."
"Hm?" Sirius broke my inner musing when he called out to me.
"Do you have a wand I can borrow?" Ah, I can see a fire re-ignited in him. I handed him one of my wands.
He raised it and spoke.
"I Sirius Black, as the Lord of the most noble and ancient house of Black, acknowledge that Rodolphus Lestrange has not upheld the wellbeing of our noble daughter of the Blacks, Bellatrix Nee Black as stated according to the contract, with the family magic and Lord Peverell as witness, I hereby dissolve the marriage and lay claim over all assets of the Lestrange's in reparations for their actions. I hereby swear it so mote it be!"
A massive pulse of magic came out of Sirius and hovered over Bella in her bed. The magic was looking into her to acknowledge Sirius's claim, and she began to glow, when the light faded her internal mana cooled down, and she sank deeper into her bed, she was free.
Unknown to Sirius and I at this time, the Lestrange vault deep in Gringotts flashed with a light before having their family symbol devoured by the Blacks. When Sirius laid his claim, everything the Lestrange's possessed was taken as the cost.
Sirius looked at Bella for a moment before looking back at me.
"Magus, you were right. I'm going to stand up for myself so that I can help those I want to with confidence in my own ability, please heal me." He bowed his head and spoke with fire.
"With pleasure Padfoot, and don't worry about Harry, he is not in a great place right now, but I have eyes on him and am helping without being seen. When you get better, we will prove your innocence, and you can have him live with you.
Narcissa too, I don't know her situation, but I am willing to bet she wants to be free. I wouldn't free her right now as we lack information about her, but I promise to gather it while you heal."
"Once again, thank you. Let's get this done, the faster I am better, the faster I can get to them. Just..take care of Bella ok? I know it's a lot to ask for with everything you have done, but I don't want to see her in pain anymore."
"I am no saint, but I do truly wish to heal her. You can leave it to me."
Sirius nodded his head with a smile. Tom appeared next to me with the vial.
"HOLY SHIT! Where the hell did you come from!?" Just as we're having a good mood going, Sirius almost had another heart attack.
"My apologies Lord Black." I looked at him with sympathy. I feel you Sirius, I really do man. I could be the son of death itself, but Tom will be the one to end me.
"Haha, easy their man, he is my head butler Tom." 'It's still best I stay quiet about my real abilities, like evolving a house elf.'
"Ah, no worries, I was just surprised. Sorry about that Tom."
"I am honored Lord."
I took the potion and handed it to Sirius. He accepted it and looked at Bella one last time before he opened the bottle.
"I'm leaving myself in your hands Magus. Get a Veela to wake me up with a kiss, will you?" He winked before downing it and falling into a death-like state.
"Phew, things got intense there for a minute, now where can I find a male Veela?"
"Thank you." I heard a small voice and turned around. Bella was sitting up.
"Ah, I see, sorry if we woke you. How much of that did you hear?"
She gave me a small smile. "Since you walked in, mind broken or not, you don't live a life like mine without being a light sleeper. Did you really have to put him to sleep to heal him?" She sounded honestly curious.
Seeing as she was in a stable mood, I decided to tease her.
"Nope, I just wanted to knock him out so I could be alone with a beautiful woman like you." She smiled, good she needs positive reinforcement.
"You don't sound like a kid, you know, the way you walk, speak, act, your abilities, you sound like a grown man."
I quickly debated making an excuse, but I'm trying to heal her, and she might feel less restrained if she knew my real age.
"Well~ that's a tricky question. I promise to give you a real answer later, but for now, just know that the Peverell family was a necromancer line, and sometimes, death is not the end. I am mentally just a year or two older than you."
Her eyes widened at that.
"I see. I'll hold you to that promise then. What happens now?"
"Now you rest, let me take those anti mana cuffs off of you and sleep for a while. I will administer some healing potions for you, but your mana has been freed for the first time in years.
It will start healing your body on its own but at a slower rate. Once you wake up, we will go outside and get some fresh air and some real food in you.
A beautiful woman like you needs the nutrients, and some time in the open-air hot springs. It has an effect of speeding up the healing of those who enter it.
For the next year, you're going to get healed mentally and physically. You will be pampered, and you're going to get back the strength that matches your willpower to stand on your own two feet, and you're going to like it."
I got a real full smile out of her this time.
"You might look like a kid, but you have charm and confidence, don't go too far Magus, a woman can easily get attached, and you don't charm a lioness and walk away."
She spoke with real confidence at the end. I took off the anti-mana cuffs while laughing at what she said.
"I think we will be fine. Now sleep." Almost immediately after taking them off, I could see her eyes begin to close.
As I walked away, I could never have known the bond that we had just created. A lioness takes what she wants.