"That…" she frowned. "That's not a terrible idea. Once we get inside, it will be easy to control the dementors. It would be incredibly suspicious of us to go visit a prisoner, however. I'm sure the majority of them are not fond of you. Let me do some digging. I'll come up with some sort of excuse. In the meanwhile, you have plenty of preparations to make. We can always hold off on imbuing the blood until after the holidays. Oh, and were you thinking of making one for yourself?"
"I don't think so," Harry said. "Would it be necessary with my horcrux?"
"I'm not sure." They pondered over the spell theory for a moment. "I think, between your tattoos, your horcrux, and your necromancy you will get all the benefits of the spell and more. They wouldn't interact with each other, though, if you wanted one as another failsafe."
"Hmm. We'll grab some extra blood just in case," he decided. "But I'm not worried about the Heir of Slytherin going after me."
That night was the winter solstice. The most powerful night to do spooky necromancy rituals. Harry carefully copied the runic array he'd crafted. A large circle, drawn in pure salt. Uruz for strength, to tie one life force to another. Gebo for sacrifice. These two were the bases of the spell. He connected them at the east and west poles for stability and power. Placing three amulets into their spots in a triangle along the circle's edge, Harry looked up to see his mama had returned. Her body was black ink, formed of nothing but large, otherworldly shadow, arching up behind her like tentacles. In their grasp were three unconscious people, pulled from who-knows-where and tossed into the circle. Harry arranged them around the line of salt. Typically, they did these sorts of things in their murder basement like normal people but this spell needed a lot of power so they were instead outside. Waiting for the moon to reach its apex, Harry hummed under his breath and fiddled with the hem of his robe. When it was time, he shook his head to get focused, drawing a deep breath in. Around the edges of his mind the blackness twirled with excitement. He pulled. Shadows lept from their spots and spiraled around them, encasing them in a wall of shimmering onyx.
"You'll need more than that," Alabasandria advised him. Harry pulled harder.
The shadows wailed and screamed, taking the form of great black hounds. They howled and charged along the edge of the rune circle.
There were two keys to successful necromancy. Power and emotion. Harry had the first pounding in his ears.
He imagined Hermione, muggleborn, vulnerable. Draco Malfoy's haughty voice: "You'll be next, mudbloods!" Chipper, unflappable Luna twisted in fear. Ron, body cold and unmoving. Petrified, or worse. The shadows howled again, and attacked.
Blood oozed into the salt and the earth. Cursed green bled stark against suffocating black. The runes flaired to life, the now mangled bodies acting as a source of power. Green criss-crossed through the lines scraped into the earth and began to seep into the amulets. It was silent as they sucked up the blood and shadow for several minutes. Then, the wind settled and the shadows slowly edged back into reality. The glowing faded as Harry scooped up the amulets. He looked over to his mother with a feral grin. His heart was pumping fast, the traces of power moved through his body and tickled as it ran through his veins. In this moment - on the darkest night of the year, the blood of innocents pouring magic into his body - there was nothing out there more powerful than Harry. He reveled in the feelings as they faded, absolutely high out of his mind on the pleasure of a ritual well done.
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Christmas morning was as exciting as usual. Harry felt bad he'd only sent off candy and promises of their real gift later to his friends, but the amulets needed a lot more blood first. Hermione had sent him a box full of fidget toys because he was constantly annoying her (and all the professors and the librarian and everyone at dinner) with his body's refusal to sit still. Harry tried out the rubix cube and accidently sat there for at least twenty minutes calmly working on it. He wondered if Snape would dare say anything when he brought it into class. Probably not, the man was absent more than he'd been teaching lately. He wasn't likely to even notice. He avoided Harry like the plague, it was awfully funny.
Ron had sent over some Quidditch supplies and candy and Luna had given him a charm bracelet made of black beads. The little charms looked handmade, a spinning Golden Snitch, a roaring lion's head, the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, a - wait, what?
Harry stared at it in confusion for a split second before shrugging. Mama had always figured Luna had a natural talent for divination. This was probably one of those things. Plus they knew Mr. Lovegood had a bit of an obsession with them, so it was not the most suspicious thing she could have put on a charm. It was a little bit suspicious though. But whatever, Luna was almost as weird as he was.
Harry was going to enjoy his day, and not think about anything dramatic for once.
They'd been invited over to the Weasley's for Christmas. Mama had originally intended to drop him off but Mrs. Weasley (in the letter she'd sent to mama, not him) had implied very heavily that she wanted both of them there. That there would be " plenty of fun for both the children and the adults" and Harry had given his saddest face and she relented. She had gotten used to nights spent in small talk with the Lovegood parents while Harry and Luna played. It couldn't be too awful.
… It was probably a terrible idea to go. With the solstice just past, the two were dripping Dark magic. And she'd been fine with only three Lovegoods to deal with. There were what, seven - ten - Weasleys? Far too many, and most of them children. She shuddered.
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