Post Mortem

Chapter 5

HENDRIX'S POV

I watched as Dumbledore pulled out the wand and eyed it. I prepared myself just in case, I know that things can easily get messy. “Why do you need this wand?” he asked with a glare, I sighed as I pinched the bridge of my nose, I glared at him as I walked towards his desk, “That’s none of your damn business. Now we can do this the easy way, where you just hand me the wand or we can be difficult about this,” I practically growled. He eyed me for a moment before sighing. “I cannot put my students at risk,” he handed me the wand reluctantly and I smiled, “It belongs to me anyways old man,” I smirked as I apparated back home.

I appeared back in my study, I quickly called out to Nifty. She appeared with a warm plate of food and a raised eyebrow, “Young Master Harry missed you sir, he really wanted to have dinner with you,” she grouched with a glare, I sighed and rubbed my temples. “I know and I always want to be there with him but I had to go and get something that belongs to me,” as I said this I showed her the wand. She blinked for a moment before brightening, “It's your wands!” she said happily.

I nodded as I conjured a box, I gently placed the wand in it then secured it. “I need it to be able to bring somebody back, I would normally be able to just do it myself… but I need a little bit of Mortem’s help,” I sighed as I glared at the wand. I opened the drawer with all the horcruxes in it, I had to heavily charm it with several locking spells and one curse that would kill anyone with the intent to steal the horcruxes.  I had to charm it locked since Harry had a penchant for trying to look through my drawers.

I left my study and headed towards Harry’s room, I sighed as I gently knocked on his door, there was a muffled shuffle before the door flew open and I was tackled by a messy head of black hair. “I apologize for missing dinner. I had to take care of something extraordinarily urgent,” I sighed as I gently rubbed his back, “It’s ok! Come read me a story, I want to hear about the three brothers again!” he exclaimed as he began to drag me to his room and towards his bed. I chuckled as I agreed.

~

I glared down at the circle of runes that I was finishing. It was a chore to do but it had to be done, the runes and the spell that I was about to cast would suck the soul shards out of the objects and place them into a singular object of my choice. I finished the last rune and stood observing my work. With a wave of my hand every candle in the room was lit, there was a cauldron in the middle of the circle containing the Slytherin locket soaking in a potion, and placed strategically around the room were all the other objects, including Nagini and Harry. Harry was out cold with a sleeping potion and Nagini was held down with chains.

I opened my grimoire and began to chant in the Latin phrases. I glanced at Harry every now and then to make sure he wasn’t in any pain as I continued. I watched as I continued to chant, I watched as the screeching and miserable soul pieces were sucked into the cauldron, and into the locket. It was this part that I heard the pain filled whimpers from both snake and human. I set my shoulders and continued my chants. I’m almost done, I’m almost done, I keep telling myself.

Once the spell was finished and the soul shards implanted themselves into the locket I ran to Harry and instantly checked on him. I checked for any sign of him being injured, but he only seemed to be bleeding from his scar, which just proved that he was indeed free from that wretched soul. I carefully picked him up and summoned Nifty. “Whats shall I be doing for yous?” she asked as she glanced around the room. “Nifty please start to clean up this room, I’ll be back down to help you in just a moment. Do not touch that cauldron,” I instructed, she nodded her head fervently.

I apparated into his room and gently laid him down, I healed his wound and watched as it healed only leaving a faint scar, and it probably wouldn’t go away but… at least now it wasn’t as prominent. I sighed as I gently patted his hair, I sighed before gently kissing his forehead and apparated away. I appeared back in the room to see it was mostly clean, only the cauldron remained. I approached it slowly and peered into it. The amulet was a sparkling new gold and I could practically see the dark magic lurking on it. I sighed as I picked it up with a gloved hand, I observed it for a moment before apparating to my study. I had prepared a box that was heavily enchanted with all sorts of runes carved into it.

It was specifically designed to keep dark magic inside and everyone else out. I then put it in the drawer with all the locks. I sighed as I leaned back in my chair and sighed, it was a long day and I am more than prepared to go to sleep. I stretched and thought for a moment, the only thing left for me to do is hunt down the wandering soul that would attach itself to Professor Quirrell.  Which would be impossible… but considering that I’m the Master of Death, finding souls is now my expertise.

Or I could just play the waiting game, I could wait till Harry goes to Hogwarts and pay Quirrell a visit. I sighed as I rubbed the bridge of my nose, I glared at the drawer, “Why are you so damn complicated to deal with you bastard?” I grunted. “Here’s some coffees Master Hendrix sir,” Nifty said as she appeared before me. I startled and smiled at her gratefully, “Thank you Nifty… but I think I’m going to go ahead and head to bed. I need to sleep on a decision I have to make,” I sighed as I stood. Nifty nodded eagerly, “Oh goods, I really broughts warm milks.” I laughed and accepted the mug.

~

I glared at the locket, I was still debating on my next move. It would be a little easier to play the waiting game, but I’m an impatient man. Not to mention I would have to redo that damn spell no matter what I decided on. Which I wasn’t overly fond of… it would be wiser to play the waiting game considering that I can just tie Quirrell down. I sighed as I checked the time, Harry should be waking up any minute. I put the locket back into its dungeon and headed towards Harry’s room.

I arrived just in time to find him eating his breakfast in bed. He smiled at me as he continued to eat. If I play the waiting game then I only have to wait another two months… but I sincerely don’t want Harry anywhere close to Voldermort, though it won’t be as terrible now that he doesn’t have the soul shard attached to him. However, that still doesn’t change the fact.

I was drawn out of my thoughts by a small finger poking between my brows, “You’re thinking too hard again,” Harry giggled as he withdrew his finger. I sighed and shook my head. “Harry, did I ever tell you what really happened to your parents? You never asked me, and I know that your aunt made up some silly story about them,” I asked. Harry seemed startled for a moment before thinking. He bit his lip nervously before nodding his head.

“Your parents were known and loved by many, their names were Lily and James. They were both bright young people, your mother was very good with charms and potions, whereas your father flourished in defense and transfiguration. Your father was actually the youngest seeker to have ever started in Hogwarts,” Harry seemed to be completely enthralled with what I was saying, his eyes lighting up on the seeker bit, “They were both put into Gryffindor, brave souls indeed. Harry, they fought in the war against a very dark and corrupted man, they died protecting you from him,” I finished. Harry blinked for a moment, then smiled sadly, “So they were heroes?” he asked softly. I nodded and gently patted his head, “Yes, they were heroes.”

~

After Harry learned about his parents he kept asking more questions about them, wanting to know more about them and what they were like in school. I told him the truth about them, I didn’t sugar coat anything. When he learned about what James did to Snape he had sat in silence for a moment then told me that he would learn from his fathers mistakes, but he still loved the man. I had smiled down at him and reassured him that his father redeemed himself. That he became a good man.

I had increased the lessons on how to be a proper heir and fully introduced him to the wizarding world. I don’t want him to be like me, confused and lost within the wizarding world, learning something new about it everyday. Although there’s nothing wrong with learning something new everyday, I just don’t want him to feel lost. I did notice a big difference between this version of Harry and my past self, this Harry liked to read, a lot. Yet he wasn’t audacious about it.

He was extraordinarily humble as well. He didn’t go around like a certain blonde boasting about his wealth or who his mentor is. He had some of the nicest robes money could buy but preferred the softer ones usually made for those with not a lot of money, though I was right there with him. The cheaper robes were much more comfortable after all. Most days Harry and I would lounge around the manor in just normal muggle wear. Today was one of those days.

I was lounging with Harry in the sitting room, the windows were open wide letting in the cool summer breeze. Both of us were content on reading a book, legs thrown up on the couch lazily. My reading however was disturbed when an owl came swooping in and dropped a letter onto my book, soon swooping back out. I grumbled for a moment then ripped open the envelope, the date for Sirius Black’s trial was set and I needed to come with some more solid evidence… and I knew exactly who I was going to bring in.