"I don't really see the issue," Firrelol was not the most motivated being there was, but what he did have was power. He could make anybody do anything anytime.
"Adela gave him the medication that made him not have any emotions or feeling," I said.
"What was the potion?" Firrelol asked.
"The bottle was titled Et De Mundo," His eyes widened.
"You gave him what?" His tone grew louder,
"Me, I don't know anything about medicine, Adela took all of the medicine bottles and jars and did a procedure that she said would make him numb all around,"
"Well, now we know that it works. Wait, what is Harry's current status?"
"He is unconscious. And, what is working," he ran out of the great hall and up the stairs up to the nurses office, he grabbed and solid piece of glass, three different bowls of marble, and one smooth rock.
Firrelol took them out of the room with him and flew up to his room, Adela at his side.
"Move now!" Firrelol yelled pushing both me and Adela out of the way. He put the three bowls on his bedside table.
"Get me something sharp or made of heavy metal!" Adela showed him the Side of the window by the left of Harry's bed. Firrelol smashed the block of glass on the iron siding several times and just in time the block of glass broke and it was full of a thick, molasses looking cream. He ran bake over to the bowls.
"I need some of his DNA," Louis was the first to go ahead and pluck out one of his curls.
Firrelol took the hair and put it into the bowl of cream. He then crushed and grinded up the hair with the cream.
"What else do you need?" I ask.
"Water, lots of it," Niall went over to the sink and filled the two other bowls and handed them to Firrelol. He poured them into the bowl with the hair and cream. It became thin and runny.
"Open his mouth," Adela took her two fingers and spread his jaw apart. He pulled the bowl off the table and dripped the liquid into his mouth.
Harry jolted up.
"Where am I?" He asked.
"You are with Ethel, Louis, Niall, and Firrelol,"
"They are coming, they are going to come and destroy us,"
"Firrelol, what happened to him? Why is he like this?" his eyes were glassy and were black circled.
"He has been through visions of various topics. It would be normal to be flurried like this," Firrelol said.
"Are the visions real?" Niall asked.
"All are real," Firrelol said. Worried.
What would that mean for us?
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Figment Awakening
FanfictionSomething a little different from Reincarnation has given Ethel Crosway a second chance at life. Only a greater one more filled with danger, love, and sacrifice. She is now a Figment and has no way to go back. Her newfound power and ability has take...
