𝙿𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 - 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 | ✔︎

Chapter 81

Meanwhile, as everyone else gathered in the Great Hall, Natasha and Aurelia were working on saving Severus in any ways they could, having gotten to him just as Harry had taken his memory. Severus had seemed to have passed, but the two women knew that the snake venom was yet to reach his heart, and the wound was easily healed by Natasha, who felt the strange power she had felt all those years ago at the Triwizard Tournament surfacing.

"It has been foretold that seers have an added ability of harnessing the magic of the dead and lost," Aurelia said with ragged breath, as she used wandless magic to try and drag the venom out of Severus' system.

"So, the time I pulled myself out of the water with the spell I didn't know-"

"-was not you. At first, Albus thought it was I, as I was presumed dead, but the only other witch I knew that was powerful enough to cast such magic was Lily, whom I suspect is currently helping us."

Severus groaned, and as Natasha wiped his forehead, he weakly lifted his arm, pointing to his cloak. "The-the wand," he wheezed, coughing and spluttering blood onto his robes.

Natasha reached into his pocket, before pulling out a wand with a hooked handle, immediately feeling a connection with it. "Uncle Sev, whose wand is this?" she asked, and as he coughed again, Joan and Erin arrived, pulling out healing to attend to Severus' wounds, not caring that he was once their sworn enemy.

"I-I-It's his," Severus whispered, pointing to his neck before his hand slumped down.

Natasha brought the wand up to her eyeline, peering at it as Aurelia gasped.

"It could be true," she whispered, and she stood up, leaning her wand against her head as she dug deep into her memories.

"What could be true, mum?" Natasha asked, also standing up.

"It's considered myth, but then again, so is the connection between his wand and Harry's. There's an ancient prophecy that states a child only a few months dry of their twentieth birthday would be able to harness the power to awaken dead spirits of a cursed wand, bringing them potentially back to life, but temporarily granting them access to the mortal world," she chanted, bringing out the prophecy from the back of her mind.

"Now, there could be many people short of their twentieth birthday, but you have His wand, Natasha. And you can already harness the magic of those passed beyond. Whilst we continue to work on Sev, you could forge an army of lost souls who were all murdered by He Who Must Not Be Named, those who would be able to help continue the fight."

She kissed Natasha's head, wiping some blood off. "I believe you are the child of this prophecy, my darling. And we can only know it to be true if you try. Even if you manage to bring back Lily or James, their help would be a saving grace."

Natasha nodded, gripping both wands in her fists. "I'll be back mum, I promise."

~.~

An hour had passed, and yet, Natasha was on the verge of giving up. She had tried every spell in the book, even trying to make up her own, but with no avail, as not even an insect was forming.

'Natasha,' a sweet voice cooed. 'You're nearly there, little Lia, all you need to do is find the right words.'

Natasha looked around for the origin of the voice, but failed to find it, closing her eyes to concentrate. 'Now that's a Lia face,' another voice said, this time masculine, yet still sweet. 'Concentrate Natasha, think of who you're fighting for.'

Her thoughts instantly pinned onto her family, from the smiling face of her baby to the warm, doting eyes of her husband. She imagined her parents, and her extended family, and even Lily and James, from what she could remember of them.

'We definitely don't look that young anymore,' the man's voice chuckled, and Natasha's brain finally clicked at who was talking.

It was Lily and James, reaching out to her through her abilities to harness the dead's magic, though they had now attached their souls to their magic to aide her more verbally.

'You can do this Nat, I believe in you,' Lily said quietly, her voice echoing through Natasha's thoughts.

"I know the spell, but I don't know the words," Natasha cried out, clutching the two wands tighter.

'You know the words Natasha, you always have. They're just buried deep inside of you, waiting to explode,' James said supportively. Natasha inhaled deeply before thinking again, as her thoughts led straight to her favourite snack.

"Oh, you've got to be joking," she snickered, holding both wands up.

"Curcurbita ducor libo!" she cried, the Latin floating past her lips as smoothly as English did. A blinding light escaped from both wands, and Natasha shut her eyes, feeling her energy drain from her like water from a cloud, entering the light.

Noise began to happen everywhere, like a million voices swept up in a flood, and Natasha clamped her hands over her ears, hoping for it to pass. Minutes passed, and she kept her eyes shut, continuing to close off her ears, until a pair of warm, calloused hands plucked them from her ears, earning her attention.

"You did it, Natasha. You brought us back."

Before her, stood James, Lily, and many other witches and wizards who had fallen at the hands of Voldemort. Some glistened, whilst others looked living, as if some had decided to not stay alive after fighting.

"Some of us will stay, some of us will finally be able to pass on peacefully," Lily said gently, placing a hand on Natasha's shoulder. Natasha hugged her waist, as James laughed, joining in, and they all stayed together like that for a few seconds before Natasha locked her eyes on the door encasing them all inside the Room of Requirement.

"Let's finish this," she seethed, and she walked out, followed by her godparents and the army of the dead.