A Girl Out of Time | By : SherlockHolmes Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 5362 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Hermione was extremely grateful the Doctor had stopped her from touching the mask with her bare skin. A very subtle but highly dangerous curse had been placed on the mask – it was designed to work on the brain, slowly driving a person insane, while intense pain wracked the body at irregular intervals. It was a jinx that combined the effects of the Cruciatus Curse and the Jelly Brain Jinx together. She shivered at how close she had come to brushing against it. It had taken several days of research and a couple of conversations with the Spirit to find a way to break the curse. Now, it was just a matter of performing the risky ritual to transfer Voldemort’s soul shard from Harry to the mask, and then destroy it.
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“You nervous?” Hermione asked Harry later in the day. They were performing the ritual that night at moonrise. Harry gave her a lopsided grin, “What have I got to be nervous about? Just because we’re performing an unknown ritual to remove a soul shard from inside me into a dangerous object and then destroy that object? Really…what’s to be nervous about…I trust you…” Hermione returned his look with a withering glance, “Harry, there is so much that could go wrong…”
Harry placed both his hands on her shoulders and his green eyes sparkled at her, “Sis, you have the skill and the power to do this. I trust you implicitly. You can and will do this exceptionally well.” He gave her a buss on the cheek, “I love you, Hermione and I believe in you.” Hermione’s eyes were bright with unshed tears, “I love you too, Harry. You are truly my brother, I don’t care that we aren’t blood related.” She threw her arms around Harry for a quick hug.
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At their request, Severus Snape joined them to help with the ritual. His face reflecting the seriousness of the situation, he didn’t even bother sneering at Harry. The Spirit drifted into the cavern just before they started and announced, “I will assist. My place will be the West point.” She settled there watching with some interest as Harry entered the circle barefoot and dressed in a white robe carrying the silk wrapped mask. He carefully unwrapped the dark object and placed it on the earthen floor; it was intricate in detail and lightweight, each filigree of leaf and horn was an open concept, delicately outlined in bronze and steel – the leaves brushed the cheekbones of the wearer with open eye sockets and the curved horns rose above the eyebrows. It glittered in the moonlight being filtered into the cavern; the mask was beautiful, haunting, and deadly.
Severus moved into the East position as the Doctor took North and Hermione stood at the South. Feeling the power tingling through them, the group began to chant together:
‘Powers that Be; hear our plea. Remove the darkness that dwells within.’ The Doctor took over – ‘We call on Gabriel, Keeper of the North; Cleanse the vessel before you.’ A harsh wind began to howl through the chamber. Hermione picked up the mantra, ‘We call on Michael, Keeper of the South; Cast out the evil that is found.’ Cold blasted them, as plumes of breath came from their mouths. Snape then began, ‘We call on Ariel, Keeper of the East; Burn away all impurities.’ Blinding red light filled the cave and Harry screamed as his scar burned. Finally, the Spirit spoke: ‘We call on Raphael, Keeper of the West; Seal your vessel so evil cannot return.’ A roar of water reminiscent of a hurricane swept through the room, followed by an eerie silence.
They chanted together again: ‘We call on the Powers that Be to chain this evil into the new vessel provided, that it may be destroyed forever. So mote it be.’ A clap of thunder temporarily deafened them and when the atmosphere cleared they could see Harry lying on the ground breathing erratically as the mask glowed with an evil red shine.
The Spirit of Hogwarts entered the center and lifted Harry away to recover. She said over her shoulder, “I wouldn’t wait too long to destroy it.”
The remaining three exchanged glances before Hermione summoned a Basilisk fang and hovered it over the mask. She took a deep breath and shouted, “Reducto” and the fang plunged down to pierce the new Horcrux. It was done…now, they just had to kill Nagini and Riddle, and the Wizarding world would be free.
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A/N: here is a link to the picture of the mask: http://www.celtsandvikings.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/myfull_product/Moltinas_Tribal%20mask.jpg. The names used in the ritual (which I made up) are of four archangels.
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