Post Mortem

Chapter 11

HENDRIX'S POV

I was back in the ritual room going over everything that I needed, I sighed in frustration as I glared at the room. I actually needed to do everything perfectly unless I really muck something up, like Pettigrew. If I did muck up it could go terribly wrong, I could disfigure him. I sighed as I glared at the runic circle that I needed to draw and the intricate potion that I would need. There was also a small chant, but that was honestly something very easy to do, everything else however was going to be difficult.

I grumbled as I got comfortable on the floor and began the first part of the circle. The circle had three layers, it would at least take me a few days to complete, not to mention that the potion would take another two days to brew. I would take a break from the runic circle every 2 hours to start preparing for the potion. At some point I completely stopped working on the runic circle, and began brewing the first part of the potion.

I sighed once again, I was a bit frustrated at myself, I locked myself down into the basement of the manor, the only being that knew that I was down here is Nifty. I wanted everyone else to think that I was currently out of the country visiting a friend. I had made myself comfortable of course, I had a small comfortable bed with a lot of comfortable blankets and pillows, I had a small table with a chair set for all of my meals, not wanting to contaminate my work space.

Of course several days later I was finally done... with the potion. I was almost done with the circle however, I just needed to finish the most inner layer. I happily began finishing the inner layer, humming my favorite song. I was completely focused, and almost finished just three more lines. I happily pulled back with a wide smile, it was done. I carefully floated the cauldron into the center of the circle, the potion slightly sloshing in it. I had another 10 minutes before I had to drop the locket in and begin the chanting. I had a set of nice black robes set out just in case.

I studied the chant one more time before I carefully floated the locket towards the cauldron, just as the final minute was up, I dropped it in and began the chant. I ignored everything else as I focused on making a man out of seven soul pieces. I was feeling exhausted but I kept repeating the chant, I would have to repeat it seven times, the amount of times the soul was split. I was closing in on the final chant, after that I would have to kneel and place my hands on the circle, pouring my magic into it. I was using too much energy and I was well prepared to collapse, but I ignored the way that my body was yelling at me to rest and kept pushing on until I felt the runes stop drawing from my magic only then did I stop and stumble away to lean against the wall.

Now I had to wait, within the rituals instructions, that it would take at least a day and night for the body to fully construct itself to reveal the person. I don't know how Riddle will come out, I don't know if he'll come out a spiteful teenager or a spiteful old man. Either way I am more than fully prepared for a hateful and dangerous person to appear before me.

HARRY'S POV

I excitedly walked down to the Slytherine dorms with Draco, I had made some new friends too! Draco introduced me to Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, they were a bit slow but they were still alright to talk to I suppose. I did enjoy my conversation with Blaise Zabini though, he was a bookworm much like myself and he recommended so many good books for me to look into! Theodore Nott was the same way, though he didn't recommend any books, having read several books that I myself had, but he made good conversation and was very intrigued with my miniature short snout.

Though my way into the sorting wasn't as fun. I had made more friends that were sadly placed into other houses, but Ronald Weasley was a little too rude to some of my friends. Though Draco was rude back, making a rude comment about his hand-me-down robes. I of course had quickly told Draco to shut it and apologized to Ronald, but Ronald was rude right back. It honestly astonishes me what parent rivals can do to their children.

I had made a good friend in Gryffindor named Neville, he had a pet toad named Trevor, which he constantly lost. I also met a girl named Hermione Granger, she was a muggle born, I had to keep reminding Draco to stop calling her a mudblood, it was unbecoming of an heir to use such a fowl term, at least that's what Hendrix tells me.

I'm pulled from my thoughts by my head of house, Severus Snape. He is a prodigy at potions, one of the youngest potions masters ever, it's embarrassing for me to admit but he's somewhat of an idol to me. I watched in awe as he swooped in and stood in front of us first year's. He crossed his arms as he looked down his nose at us. I swallowed, he was a bit scary in person. "I am sure the prefects went over some of the school rules," he drawled, all of us eagerly nodding as he raised his brows. "Good. As your head of house I find it within my duty to warn you, for you see the other houses don't take kindly to you. I recommend you travel in pairs, if you have any issues immediately come to me. If you have issues with the house keep it within the confines of Slytherine. Understood?" he drawled again. He didn't wait for us to answer before swooping back out of the room.

"You're Godfather is a bit scarier than I thought," I whispered as I looked at Draco with wide eyes. He shrugged, "Sometimes, you just have to get past his drawl and you'll be fine," he said as he turned to find his room. "Well are you coming? Let's see who we're rooming with," he smirked as he left. I soon followed walking along with Blaise. We watched the doors we passed waiting to find the plaque with our names on it. We stopped at the doors that contained our names. So far it appeared that each person roomed with one other, two per room.

Crabbe was with Nott, Goyle with Blaise, and I was lucky enough to be with Draco. Draco and I did our handshake as we walked into the room and claimed our respective beds. The room was quite magnificent honestly. It had two four poster beds, a desk on either side of the room with large wardrobes. We were lucky enough to have a large floor to ceiling window that had a very clear view into the black lake. I smiled as I already saw my drunk set at the foot of my bed. I quickly fished out some parchment and quill with ink, and got comfortable at the desk, quickly writing down two letters for Sirius and Hendrix. "Are you already writing to them?" Draco asked as he changed into his sleep wear. "Yes I need to let Hendrix know that he won the bet," I exclaimed with a laugh.

SIRIUS' POV

I sat in the sitting room, sulking. I already missed Harry, dearly, it just wasn't fair that I missed so much of him truly growing up. Though I am just glad that I'm here now and not in that god awful prison, I am one lucky man to have had Hendrix pull me out of there. I sighed as I sank further into the sofa, another thing that I am grateful for is that Harry has an amazing guardian looking after him, once again I'm lucky to have Hendrix because he doesn't mind whatsoever that I lounge around at his manor. In fact he encourages me to be around Harry, saying that it'll help him to have somebody that knew his parents.

I sighed as I sank further into the sofa, I closed my eyes and inhaled. Though my wallowing was cut short but a loud hoot, I peaked an eye open to see a mangy brown owl in front of me, it had a letter clutched in its talons, and it was giving me an indignant look. I leaned forward and carefully took the letter from the bird, it was addressed to me. "Odd," I murmured as I ripped open the letter. I slowly read through it, my eyes getting wide once I read who it was from. It read;

Sirius,
I am so glad to hear that you are out of Azkaban and that you are proven innocent. I am so sorry that I didn't believe you, I was just too devastated in losing my closest friends all within one night. I hope you do forgive me. I was hoping that we could meet somewhere to grab some tea or butter beer and chant for a bit, catch up maybe. I would really like to talk about Harry too.
Sincerely, Moony

I choked back a whimper as I placed my hand over my mouth. Remus. I had tried to forget him, thinking that he still would never want to speak with me. I quickly summoned some parchment and a quill, writing as fast as I could. I gave my response to the indignant owl and watched as it flew back out the window. I sighed as I looked up at the ceiling, I then got up and headed back to Grimmauld Place.

HENDRIX'S POV

I was leaning against the wall resting my mind when I heard it, a shuddering breath. I opened my eyes to be greeted by a man, he was unclothed and seemed to be only a few years older than myself, and dear god he was attractive. I'm glad I had the foresight to wear the same mask as earlier. I watched him as he glanced around the room in confusion standing in all his glory, and for Merlin's sake I tried my damn hardest not to look. He was absolutely gorgeous, pale smooth skin, slightly tanner than my own. Perfect dark chestnut brown hair and gleaming red eyes. His eyes met mine, I passed him the robes, "Welcome back Tom Riddle."