When the Impossible Becomes Possible By VisciousRos

Chapter 29 : The Claiming

It was the night before we would be heading back to Hogwarts that Tom, Sirius, and I gathered together in my person office to talk about something we had all be thinking about hoping with the three of us discussing it we might find a answer to our Dumbles problem.

"I had recently found an old diary that might have the answer you seek." Sirius offered as he placed said diary in front of me with the binding looking like animal skin and giving off a feeling of death making my eyebrow rise in curiosity.

"Oh? And what would that answer be?" Tom asked from where he was leaning against the side of the desk closest to my side as he sent Sirius a passive look when Sirius glared at him.

"One of my ancestors it seemed had been betrayed by someone who had claimed to be helping him as he took up the position of his guardian since his parents were both dead by that point." Sirius began as his back straightened, and his eyes darkened as the Black Madness seeped forward clear to be seen even in its leashed form as Sirius gave us a savage smile that showed way to many teeth.

"Knowing the Black Family as I do personally, what did he do?" I asked intrigued as I leaned forward while placing both hands on top of the diary with even Tom turning his head toward Sirius as he also wanted to know.

"My ancestor was more entrenched in Death Magic more so than the rest of our family even. It seemed he found or created most likely a ritual to call upon Death himself to judge and reap the soul of the one who had betrayed. Though in this case the man was found guilty Death didn't just reap his soul but tormented him in one night before brutally murdering him leaving the evidence of his betrayal laid in front of the body for all to see his crimes." Sirius stated and now I could understand why his Black Madness was coming forward as my eyes flickered to the diary in my hands.

"I do believe you are right Padfoot, now we just need to plan when best to go about doing the ritual." I answered with my own savage grin because Sirius truly had solved are biggest issue.

"I don't see Death just doing this out the kindness of his undead heart." Tom said with warning knowing there had to be more to this than what Sirius had told us causing me to sit back to contemplate the truth of his words as my eyes turned to Sirius.

"That's because Death isn't doing it out of the kindness of his undead heart as you put it. No the one who does the ritual must be willing to bind their soul to Death forever more, if Death finds you worthy enough he will do as you asked but it seems in most cases Death lets the both parties of the ritual die." Sirius explain in better detail making my eyes go unfocused as I thought of the pros and cons of going through with said ritual.

"Does it matter when the ritual is done?" I asked because I needed to know if that needed to be factored into my plans or not.

"No because in the end Death is everywhere at any time." Sirius refuted causing me to let a hum of thought as I finally opened the diary and found the page that detailed the ritual information on how to complete it and call forth Death.

"I truly am curious if Death will bring forth all of Dumbles crimes or just the ones pertaining to me." I said thoughtfully before summoning a House Elf to get the required ingredients.

"If you had been anyone else Love, I might have asked you not to go through with this." Tom commented softly against my ear before pulling away and leaving the room since I was the only one that could be in the room during the ritual.

"It's now or never." I said to myself as my eyes took in the ritual/rune circle that took up almost the whole room with a inner circle that I was standing in with a ritual dagger and naked as the day I was born with more runes drawn in blood decorating my skin that spoke of Death and the passage of Death.

"I, Hadrian James Potter-Black, call upon Lord Death to judge Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, I call upon Lord Death to judge this man for the crime he has done to me in the name of my Magical Guardian. If Lord Death finds approval than I will pledge myself to Death in return for his aid, So Mote It Be." I said clearly with my magic gathering and filling the room and the ritual circle as my eyes glowed before I grabbed the ritual dagger and with barely a thought let it slide through my skin to pierce my heart as the ritual demanded in repayment, for how else would one talk to Death other than when they themselves are dead.

"I, Lord Death, will aid you, Hadrian James Potter-Black in the judgement of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, I have found you worthy of my aid and claim you for my own." Death's voice filled the darkness that I had slipped into when I had let the dagger pierce my heart. Before I could thank him or ask exactly what it meant that he had claimed for his own I was forced awake and the first thing I noticed was the fact the dagger once in my chest was now lying clean on the floor and right over my heart was the Deathly Hallows branded into my skin. I was more than confused because nowhere in the diary did the Black ancestor mention Death claiming him for his own when he had completed the ritual.

"What is that?" Were the first words out of Sirius's mouth when Tom and he saw me leaving the ritual room as their eyes stayed locked onto the brand over my heart since I had only bothered to put on a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants for decency.

"I have no clue." I growled out in slight frustration with the only thought of Dumbles death happening any minute or day now keeping me from lashing out.