Pandora's Spell

Chapter I -Will To Live-

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"English"

'Thinking'

„Slovak"

{Talking on the Floocall/through two-way-mirror/through Patronus}

—Parseltongue—

Thinking in 3rd person POV/Dream/Memory/Flashback/Others

Letter/Journal/Book/Newspaper

Time change/Date of time

Change of POV

Chapter I

–Will To Live–

Wednesday, 1 July 2009

HJP's POV

Harry undressed his shirt and under-t-shirt until he was chest-naked. The other did the same, bathed himself in beer and only then sliced his wrists to give Harry the needed blood that mixed with the beer as he poured it into a tankard where a candle had already been melted unto. That would burn like a bitch when Harry would use the liquid to draw the Runes. After finishing drawing the strange runes with the Werewolf's blood mixed with candlewax and beer into key point parts of his own skin (a ᚱ[IS1] just over his own belly button, a ᛄ[IS2] between his chest, a ᛗ[IS3] on his throat and a ᛠ[IS4] on his forehead, all four in an imaginary line) and surrounding himself with his children's still sleeping bodies, Harry's eyes watered as he finally started the ritual.

„Veliona, tebe ponúkam útroby tohto človeka. Požehnaj našej ceste na záchranu zeme."

The other man gritted his teeth, but didn't whimper or growl with pain as the last part of the offering was stolen from his body: His intestines. Just as the too bright light and magic took his children away, Harry turned towards the other adult.

"I'm sorry and thank you."

The other grinned back in a teethy-way, his once white teeth all red from inner blood, before light emerged and blinded Harry. He gasped as he felt himself fall on his belly on a forest floor. Before he could gather the strength to open his eyes and move, a body was before him. Bigger than Teddy. Harry forced his eyes open and raised his head from the floor, had he failed?

Before him was a total stranger. An Auror by the outfit. Before Harry had time to react, the stranger Auror took his own outing robe out and pulled it over Harry's laying form. Harry looked around to realize he was still in a forest but this time he couldn't find the mass of colours that were his own children. He struggled to stand on his hands.

"Children." He struggled to say. The Auror didn't seem to understand English as he just tried to get Harry down again. "Baby. Mine."

The Auror looked up into Harry's eyes and then towards his comrades and spoke in an unknown language. Then the Auror looked back and literally signalled at himself, at his crest on his heart, and at the others.

"Aurors." Harry agreed.

The Auror smiled and pointed to his own eyes and then signalled around. Harry nodded and let himself be laid back down before the Auror picked his own wand and stood to join the others looking for Harry's children.