As Auden was thinking about what to do in this predicament, the souls of Godric and Helena were standing directly in front of him as if trying to protect him. He had never seen any type of power from ghosts other than minor telekinesis from the resident prankster, Peeves. And he knew it wouldn't be useful here.
'I thought the soul was supposed to die due to the poison of the Basilisk. Does immersing it entirely in the poison have an entirely different reaction?' Auden thought in his head as he took out the Sword of Gryffindor.
He had no spells that would help in this situation, so his only hope was that the sword had absorbed the power to inflict damage upon souls somewhere in the last thousand years.
Gryffindor felt his sword being drawn behind him. He smiled without turning back.
As they looked forward, the cause of the shaking finally showed itself. A dark mass of smoke spat itself out from the bucket while splashing the poison everywhere around it.
Auden immediately jumped back and retreated to a safe distance. Helena and Godric were not at all worried as the poison passed right through them. The Basilisk immediately went in front of Auden to take on the drops that could not be avoided. It splashed harmlessly on its scales and flowed to the ground.
As they watched, the dark smoke began to form into a face. Auden suddenly felt chills down his spine as he watched the face that had formed. He had read about how Voldemort's original face was changed in the movies due to how horrific it looked for a children's movie. But it looked like he had no such luck in the real Potterverse. Voldemort's torso formed in the centre of the smoke; his face looked like a complete mix of a snake and a human painted pure white. His eyes were slitted but sharp. His lips were missing—or more like the skin was not separated to distinguish that particular part of the body. His jaw reached his ears as well.
Auden had no idea what kind of ritual the man had used to be this way, but he was more than thankful that he had opportunities to grow stronger without getting into such shoddy dark arts that warped everything human in a person.
The spirit looked at them with pure hostility. Seeing the Basilisk nearby and recognising it, it began ordering it to attack him, the only living being in the room.
But the snake was defiant and immediately opened its eyes to look at Voldemort's spirit. A Basilisk's eyes can affect even spirits—though they won't be destroyed, they can be weakened. The Basilisk was feeling extremely vengeful because it had been forced to feel hunger and had killed one of the students it was supposed to protect. Auden was sure that the power released by the Basilisk's eyes was warping the air in front of it.
The fragment of Voldemort screamed and moved, making Godric and Helena stand between him and the Basilisk. Seeing that it would hurt his allies, the Basilisk shut its eyes once more.
Voldemort's spirit immediately recovered from the damage he had received from the Basilisk's glare. This surprised Auden, as he was sure that it would have lasted longer.
"Seems like you are a descendant of Salazar's mother. That makes you somewhat related to Salazar and thus have resistance to the Basilisk made with his blood," Godric muttered calmly. Even now, he was composed about everything happening around him.
He knew Salazar and Helga had adopted a few children but had never left any direct descendants. So the only way for the soul in front of him to gain control over the Basilisk was for him to be a descendant of Salazar's mother.
The spirit hissed back at that remark and seemed angered by it. Other than the earlier Parseltongue where he had tried to control the Basilisk, the rest of what came out of his mouth was a garbled hissing that made no sense. It looked like the Basilisk had indeed had an effect on the spirit.
Seeing that he was damaged, Voldemort's spirit closed in on the only thing he could latch onto before he ran out of energy due to the damage he had sustained just now. He looked at Auden with hunger in his eyes. Seeing that the Basilisk had closed its eyes, he decided to use this opportunity to attack.
He immediately flew straight towards Auden while shooting dark arrows made from his shadows. Auden immediately used the Sword of Gryffindor to knock those arrows back. He had not stopped exercising even after coming to Hogwarts, which had increased his strength by many levels when he combined it with body-developing potions and specially made food from the Hogwarts kitchen that he had requested the elves to prepare for him.
Because of this, even though he was eleven years old, he was easily able to parry the arrows with a sword that would have been difficult for any other child to swing with such dexterity.
But Voldemort's aim was not to strike Auden with those arrows. It was a distraction and a way for him to see whether the boy had anything left up his sleeve. Seeing that the only thing he had was a sword, he immediately flew straight at Auden's head while the boy deflected another arrow.
Just as he was sure victory was in his hands, suddenly something held him back—or, to be more accurate, a hand coiled around his neck, and he was pulled backward by it.
"Let me see whether I've got the hang of this for now," Voldemort heard a voice say—but the next second, his spiritual head crashed into the ground with a force that shocked his mind into confusion.
He was not able to believe what had just happened. He was supposed to be a spirit—he was supposed to pass through the floor instead of crashing into it.
"Well, it looks like no one taught you about the rules of the spiritual world," Gryffindor said with a scoff. "Better luck next time, you parasite."
"Spritia Lionel Patronium."
A/N – Hope you liked it.