Fallen For The Hero || Hogwarts Legacy FF

Part 2

Jadis had spent weeks surrounded by people. She took her friends with her to destroy poaching camps, blew up a very expensive dragon fighting ring, stole back countless illegally traded galleons. She was certainly cared for by her friends, that was for sure. Victor Rookwood watched it all from the shadows. He couldn't help but notice how much her friends thanked her after each excursion for freeing caged beasts and exploited dragons. But they never seemed to take notice of how many beings she killed. Wizards and witches fell left and right at every camp, dropped like flies when the fighting ring went up in flames. Goblins died with each flick of her wand. Yet her friends praised her. They looked at her and praised her, not caring about the darkness filling her eyes.

The dark arts had been a surprise.

Victor had watched as the brown haired boy taught her the unforgivable curses. He'd thought, at first, he was imagining it. But he heard them speak of learning the Cruciatus Curse when they'd been trapped, having no other option. Jadis had been afraid, but she'd cast it on her friend.

On her friend! The thought had made Victor instantly hard.

Then, deep in a catacomb near Feldcroft, he'd taught her the Imperius Curse, to help her. And what had she done with it? Victor wanted to laugh just remembering it.

Jadis had used Imperio on another friend.

For someone who clung to loyalty and friendship enough to join the house for it, Jadis was truly making the rounds with the dark arts against them. She claimed that her intentions were good, and that a willing victim wasn't truly a victim. But he saw the way her eyes had darkened. The way she'd leaned into the dark curses. Fuck, but it was like watching sex. It didn't matter what she said. She wanted to know the curses and use them.

Finally, the brown haired boy she seemed to love so much, taught her the killing curse. She watched him kill his own blood and she still learned the curse from him. If Victor hadn't already been pressed tight against his trousers–fuck! And watching her take down dozens of Inferi had him nearly coming on the spot. Seeing her learn the killing curse from a boy who had just used it...

Watching Jadis's eyes darken with the power had been so incredibly hot. He'd half expected her to take down her friend right then and there.

But of course, she hadn't. She still believed in the power of friendship, and that intent mattered. It was absolutely adorable.

It also, however, made things difficult. No, not difficult, merely undesirable.

Victor Rookwood needed Jadis like air, and wouldn't stop until he had her. But to her, he was a bag guy, a poacher and Ranrok loyalist. He was neither of those things. He was power hungry, and would stop at nothing to meet his goal. And right now? She was the ultimate goal and prize. But she wouldn't come to him. She was too stuck in her own little mind. Too deep in the black and white world of good and evil, selfish and selfless. Of course, this was easily changed.

One little spell and she'd be all his.

Of course, Victor knew from experience that people were different under the Imperius Curse. They weren't themselves, had no possession of their own minds, and were essentially zombies under someone else's control. In the past, this had been perfectly fine and more than suited his needs. Speak and be obeyed. But one of the best things about Jadis was her fire, and he wanted to keep that, which wasn't the sort of command one could give an Imperiud. There had only been a single time he'd seen the fire alive in one, actually. A girl who had been under the curse for months, blissed out until her mind finally wiggled itself through the tiniest window of magic. The fire had come sparking through her eyes, and the rage in her had been truly something to behold. The curse had still affected her for a week, but it had been a whole week of watching her burn inside, unable to say anything she wasn't allowed, or do anything with permission. There were also those casters whose victims acted completely normal, unaware, while still controlled. Victor hadn't perfected the curse to his liking in that way–it was always weak casters who weren't as driven. Victor's cast was flawless, strong as iron, intent to stay.