"Spiritia Lionel Patronium," Godric chanted loudly, and immediately, Auden watched as a lion-shaped Patronus appeared right behind Godric. It roared majestically and then leaped onto Voldemort's spirit, which was trapped in Godric's hand.
Voldemort's spirit tried to escape from the lion tearing it apart, but it seemed he could not break free from the iron grip Godric had on his throat. Godric, at the time, didn't even seem to be putting in any effort. Voldemort was shooting arrows of dark smoke and forming arms made out of spiritual mist to strike at Godric, but all of it was unsuccessful. None of the attacks even seemed to faze Godric's spiritual body at all.
"You've split your body into so many pieces that you can't even muster up enough energy to give me a challenge. Well, you can regret it in the next life," Godric declared as the lion Patronus tore apart Voldemort's soul.
A shockwave spread out from where Godric stood, making Auden close his eyes and move back a few feet. But he came to a standstill at the end. When he opened his eyes, Voldemort's soul had completely disappeared, cementing who had won the exchange.
"Well, my dear boy, let's check how your mother is doing now, shall we?" Gryffindor said as he moved towards the bucket filled with venom.
Auden used the Sword of Gryffindor to pick it up from the bottom of the bucket. As he pulled it out, the poison slid off as if it had no ability to stick to it.
"Ah, the waterproofing runes she added to it. As long as it's dipped in liquid completely, it can get wet enough to clean it, while outside it dries itself immediately," Godric commented with nostalgia.
Auden wanted to comment about cleaning spells and whatnot, but he decided not to—he had no idea about the conditions in those years.
"Alright, let's start," Auden said as he took out the Raven chess piece.
"Now, now... stop right there, child." Suddenly, Gryffindor appeared directly in front of him.
"What?" Auden asked, confused.
"Look properly at your state, kid," Gryffindor said while pointing at him.
For a moment, Auden didn't understand, but then he did. He was shaking slightly. Even the arm holding the crown and chess piece was trembling. He could even feel the wand in his pocket silently sending calming energy toward him—a spell he had no idea it had.
"This was the first life-threatening battle you've been in, right?" Godric said calmly. His voice wasn't judging; he seemed more concerned.
"Check your stamina, kid. Magic needs stamina to work. You must have... let me see... awakened the Salazar bloodline to release the basilisk. That would've taken a toll on your body. Plus, activating my sword also takes some energy. Adding that to you facing dark attacks from the spirit of a dark wizard—which, I gotta admit, was impressive for a kid your age—though I'll teach you later to use the sword properly. But for now, you're in no condition to awaken another bloodline tonight. You should sleep for now.
We'll face it all tomorrow. We have time for that, don't we?" Gryffindor turned to Helena as he said the last part. She nodded, agreeing with him.
Auden looked at Helena. He wanted to argue, to say he was fine and just needed to get used to it. But he could feel the concern in her eyes, so he kept quiet.
"Alright," he muttered. But as he said it, he felt himself growing calmer. At the same time, a wave of exhaustion hit him, making him stumble a bit and realize he had been running purely on adrenaline for a while.
Helena seemed like she was trying to catch him but was unsuccessful. He just smiled and walked back. Before he did, he took out the special storage for animals and put the basilisk within it. Christmas holidays started tomorrow, and he couldn't risk coming back to the Chamber again. He then carefully used Leviosa in short bursts on his shoes to climb the slide. He knew overexerting himself would make him faint somewhere he couldn't get out of.
While walking through the hallways, Godric and Helena made sure no one was around. Even with the cloak, it was better to be safe.
He reached his room and got into bed after making sure the cloak was safe in his ring and that he was wearing sleepwear. He didn't want to risk being found out if he overslept and someone came to check on him. His thoughts drifted to the fact that Voldemort's spirit hadn't been killed by the artifact being dipped in venom, making him wonder what was wrong with it. But he remembered the other two weren't surprised. He could ask about it later.
The moment his head hit the pillow, he was out for the count. As he slept, Godric and Helena came through the wall.
"Looking at him, I'd say he's only woken up recently," Godric said as he gently patted Auden's head, knowing his hand would pass through.
"A few months—half a year at most," Helena replied.
"Hmmm. Tell me, my child, why did you hesitate to give me the information until now? Is something wrong?" Godric asked again.
Helena sighed—not that she needed to in her state, but it came instinctively.
"Let's go back to the chambers. I don't think you'll be able to keep yourself calm once you see the state of the wizarding world and the steps it took after your death," Helena said as she floated toward the chambers.
Godric followed her, knowing that whatever he was going to find wouldn't be pleasant.
A/N: Hope you like it.