Eleanor Snape- Book 4

I Get Ideas

"Why do you need to get into the Restricted Section?" My Uncle suspiciously questioned when I asked for a note to allow me to go in it.

"Because, I need to find some information!"

"On what?"

"More Dark Magic." I lied. He raised an eyebrow.

"I don't believe you." He went out of his classroom and I followed. He closed the door.

"Why not?"

"Because you've lied to me before, so you'll lie to me again. I'm not ignorant." He locked it.

"Okay, look. I just need to look up some stuff."

"You have to tell me what kind of stuff."

"I cant, but it's important."

"I'm sorry, Eleanor. I do not trust you, therefore, I am not going to let you, unless you tell me."

I shook my head. I couldn't tell him I wanted to research resurrecting the dead! I would just get a lecture about how he was dead and not coming back. But how had he trained me? I  I knew it was him. He had come back. So was he alive? The Dark Lord died and came back, so why couldn't he?

The question was, how did he do it? Could my father have done the same? Was he still alive? Had he been some special kind of ghost? How was it all possible? Everyone else said he's dead, but he trained me!

"Are you okay, Eleanor?" My Uncle questioned. My thoughts broke and I realized that I was barley able to breath. I felt cold, but was seating a bit.

"I...don't know." I leaned against the wall. 

"What's wrong?"

"I feel..." I tried to think of a word. "Anxious."

"It might be an anxiety attack. Try to calm down." He instructed. I slid down the wall and sat down. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes. It took a few minutes, but I finally got back to normal state, besides a heavy feeling of panic that was sitting on my heart. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah..." I opened my eyes and looked up. Uncle Severus was still towering over me. "I'm just... I...I need some questions answered."

"About?"

"About my father. And Him." (At school we had started referring to the Dark Lord as Him, just to be safe.) "And death."

"Come." He offered his hand to help me off the ground. I gratefully took it and thought about the first time I had met my Uncle. I fell over the coffee table in my favorite 'house' and he did the exact same thing. It was a gesture that brought me comfort.

I silently followed him to his office. Once we were in and behind a closed door, he spoke.

"Ask."

"First of all, how did my father talk to me? He was suppose to be dead." I asked. My Uncle looked at me for a moment, then sighed.

"I do not know that, Eleanor."

"But he spoke to me. He trained me. I know he did, because I can do everything he taught me in real life."

"Yes, I know. He spoke to me, as well. Not as often as he had you, but he had.

"How?"

"I don't know!"

"How did You-Know-Who come back?" I asked my second question. 

"I'm not sure that I should tell you."

"I want to know." I looked up at him with sincere eyes that made him give in.

"You can not spread this around." Uncle Severus warned. "He used a thing called a Horcrux. It's very, very powerful Dark Magic. It's made by putting a piece of one's soul into an object. The result is when the person seems to die, the piece of the soul is spared. Of course, it would take a while to get a new body, if they even got one." My eyes lit up. that explained everything! My father had mad a Horcrux! But what object was it in?

"Can a Horcrux be just anything?"

"Your father did not make one." He said before I let out my thoughts. 

"How do you know??"

"Like You-Know-who, someone has to perform a special ceremony to get a new body. That's why he keeps Petigrew around; that's what he did. My brother would have asked me to do so."

"Maybe he only wanted to train me and-"

"That would be unlikely."

"Then how did he-"

"I don't know. We'll probably never know if he hasn't spoken to you in so long. I'm sorry, Eleanor, but I think he's gone for good this time." My Uncle sternly said. I started to tear up.

"No!" I shouted. "No! He's still alive! He has to be! He..." Breaking down, I did something I usually didn't and hugged my Uncle, putting my face into him. He put a stiff, awkward arm around me.

"I'm sorry, but it's the truth.""

"We stood like that for a long while until my tears finally slowed enough to speak.

"I still want to get into the Restricted Section."I sniffed.

"Fine." Uncle Severus replied. "But this time only, so get what ever you need."

"Thank you." I wiped some of my tears on my sleeve. He pulled a piece of parchment out of his desk and wrote a permission note on it.

"When you go, give this to Madam Pince. She should let you go." He handed it to me. I folded it up and put it in my pocket. "And don't get any ideas."

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I checked out every book from the library that had anything to do with necromancy. That was about six books all together. I read one in about two days time. As soon as I'd finish one, I'd start another one.I finished them all the day before Christmas Holiday. After returning them to Madam Pince, I went out to the bridge between the school and the Astronomy Tower to sit and think. 

I was left with nothing but bits of useful information that didn't give me any answers. All I could gather was that there is a connection between a deceased person and where they died. The only thing I could come up with was that I would have to go back to my old house, my favorite hiding spot when we were on the run, and look for clues. Come summer, I would have some investigating to do.