The Nightmare Man

Chapter Ten

Voldemort visited Harrison a few days later along with Lucius, and found the Nightmare Lord, Elise and Severus outside. Severus looked much better, but rather disgruntled. He was covered in dirt and... blood.

"Do you really enjoy dirtying down yourself this much?" Severus called out to Harrison.

"Don't you?"

"Potions don't make a mess. You're making a mess."

"I've tried to tell him that so many times," Elise said, "but master is very good at ignoring some things he hears."

"Quiet, Elise, or I will make you water the garden."

"Garden?" Voldemort called out. "May I ask what are you three doing?"

Harrison looked around. "What do you mean?"

"You're placing out dead bodies on the ground. Well, in the ground. Are you planting them or something?"

"Or something," Harrison agreed, and grinned. "I'm making my new garden! You'll love it, I've had so many before but they were burnt down."

"His garden demands corpses?" Voldemort whispered to Elise.

"Yes," she replied. "The best way to do it is to cut open their chest, break the ribcage and cut open the heart, allowing it to become the core."

"Hence the blood," Severus said with a grimace. "He's enjoying himself."

"He always does when it comes to blood," Elise said.

"Stop mocking me, I can hear it from here," Harrison called out. "Now, they're all placed out. All that's missing is the seeds."

"Where do you get them from?" Voldemort asked.

"Me," Harrison replied as he came closer, brushing off his hands.

"Pardon?"

"The seeds come from me. I essentially create the seeds."

"And it looks disgusting."

"Elise!"

"Well, it does. It looks like you vomit some black, thick... liquid."

"You've done and seen a lot of things over the years," Harrison said, "and you get grossed out seeing me vomit?"

Elise shrugged. Harrison smiled, widely, and opened his mouth. She backed away quickly and Lucius gasped. Voldemort looked over at the Nightmare Lord and reflexively pulled out his wand.

It was something black that came out Harrison's mouth. It dropped thickly down into his cupped hands. Harrison seemed to grow pale, then ashen, and sweat poured out of him. He was gagging and making a lot of strangling noises even as the oozing, black liquid continued pouring out of him. Then it stopped and he spat a few times, licking his lips and when the liquid had dripped to the ground both Voldemort and Lucius saw his hands were filled with small, black seeds.

"There we are."

"What are they made of? I felt an immense amount of magic," Voldemort said.

"Well, they're made out of my magic."

It was incredible. Voldemort had never seen anything like it. He had researched into what magic could be used for, but to actually create seeds...

"What will happen?" he asked.

"Oh, you'll see. I've made sure they can grow quickly. The more magic I pour into these," Harrison held up the seeds, "the faster they'll come up."

"What will come up?"

Harrison merely grinned and ran off.

"Surprisingly like a child," Severus said.