HP: A Magical Journey Chapter 425

Published at 27th of January 2023 11:37:08 AM

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Quinn sunk into the waters of the Great Lake, and what would always be a peaceful experience of comfort and familiarity was today one of discomfort and pain.

A raging frown marred his face as he worked his magic to create an air pocket around him to keep water out. He grunted bubbles as a throbbing pain clutched his body as Voldemort's dark curse reacted to his body and plunged every nerve in him into excruciating agony. For someone like Quinn, the curse was a nightmare— pain every time he used magic brought back some nasty memories from the post-Sin curse aftermath.

The water parted around him until the area below his chin and above his waist was void of contact with water. He couldn't let water touch the injury was worsening every minute, and because of the condition of his body, he couldn't transfigure due to the complications that would come with it. He made his way down towards the lakebed with pain spiking all over his body with his wound burning hot.

As he sank downwards, Quinn heard a sound that he heard a dulled sound move towards him. He opened his eyes to see a giant tentacle pass over him that blocked all light from reaching him. His long-time friend had come to greet him.

'If only you were a land-based animal,' he thought— he would have. . . Released the Kraken.

The Kraken tentacle moved, and the thick tip that had smashed into him countless times. 'Shit!' Immediately, he pushed his magic out into the water, and it took a lot of it— thus a lot of pain— to send a message through the water. In the years he had fought against the Kraken, he had found a way to communicate with the Kraken by using bursts of water waves to convey simple messages. It had taken trial and error along with repetition, but he was able to teach the Kraken.

It was as he suspected, a split second before he sent the message, the tentacle came rushing down at him, full attack mode, and only stopped a few feet away from him when the Kraken registered his message..

He sent more messages out to the Kraken with greater difficulty due to the limited vocabulary and the constant searing pain. The tentacle floated above him, and Quinn felt the Kraken's entire move in the water, presumably near him— it was observing him; after a moment, the tentacle moved away from his sight. Then continued the slow dive to the lakebed, and soon he was near the entrance to the Aquatic Vault with the Kraken now way near the tunnel as it usually was.

He let himself fall through the tunnel and pulled himself up from the other side with great difficulty. The Aquatic Vault was the same as it was the last time he had been here, but right now, he had no time to indulge in nostalgia and headed towards the entry to the first room, Poseidon's Wrath. The safety teleportation water bubble came out of the entrance and sponged into his arm, leaving behind a tattoo that would teleport him back to outside the trail rooms.

And then began the most difficult part of the day. He had to go through terrible trials and knew that every single one of them was going to hurt.

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Ivy stared at the lake's still surface as she had been doing for the past who knows how much time. Every time there was a ripple, she jumped to her feet, thinking it was Quinn. It had happened so many times that she would not jump anymore, but the anxiety never vanished, and even now, she felt herself at the edge. She didn't know how much time had passed, but with each passing moment, her anxiety grew.

'I should have never let him go into the lake,' she thought with regret. Poppy was a medi-healer and would, of course, know better— she should've listened to her.

Ivy closed her eyes and rested her head on her bent knees. She was alone at a time when she would rather not be without company because the silence and nothing to distract herself gave her mind time to think about how the day had been. Ever since she had been woken up early in the morning to be told that Voldemort was planning a siege on Hogwarts to the horrifying realization that her brother wasn't in the castle to see her boyfriend being tormented by a dark curse— reflecting back on such a day was the last thing she wanted to do now.

'ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ N ovelBi(n)',

She had to experience people who she had known since she was eleven gather in the Great Hall and demand that she and her family be sent to their doom; even though most of them weren't her friends, it still hurt how you could spend seven amicable years attending the same classes, eating on the same tables, and spending their days in the same building meant nothing when life took a difficult turn. It hurt seeing her twin, the one person who had been with her and understood her the most, being at the lowest she had seen him; seeing Harry resigned to whatever decision others made broke her heart— and it hurt worse when she who could get across him no matter what couldn't make him feel better.

She felt dirty when she had to ask Quinn the Horcrux's location. Yes, it was a logical course of action; the situation was dangerous, and if Quinn died, the Horcrux would be lost until it could be found again; a weakness of Voldemort wasn't something they could bear to lose. She was in the right to ask for it. . . but that didn't make it any easier— it was accepting the possibility that he could die, something that churned her stomach every time she thought off. . . . And now she had it, thought Ivy, as she clutched the triangular white patch in her hand.

Then there was the anger and helplessness that made her entire restless. She felt helpless and useless that there was nothing she could do to help or even alleviate the situation even a little. She felt angry that Quinn was the one who had taken Harry to Voldemort. She felt betrayed. She didn't want to forgive him, not this time— but at the same time, a part of herself felt that she should forgive him because now Harry was free from Voldemort's Horcrux— it was like two sides were fighting in her mind, she didn't want to feel this way, it felt terrible.

Ivy was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of rushed footsteps. She raised her head and turned back to see Daphne half-running towards her with a panicked expression on her face.

“Where is he?” asked Daphne before she even stopped.

Ivy let Daphne catch her breath before answering, “Inside the lake.”

“What is he doing in there? I heard that he was hit by a dark curse,” Daphne stepped closer to the edge of the lake.

“He said that he can heal inside water. . . I think he went into the vault.”

“The one guarded by the giant squid?”

“The Kraken. . . but yes, that one.”

Quinn had told them about the Cursed Vaults he had explored when he was in Hogwarts. Ivy herself had seen the Architect's Vault. The reason she had agreed to take him to the Great Lake was that she knew there was another Vault underwater and thought there was something in there that would help heal him.

“How was he?” asked Daphne.

Seeing Daphne so tense and uneasy made Ivy feel good. There was someone besides herself who was feeling as bad himself and that she knew what Daphne desperately sought. A terrible thought, but it didn't feel like it.

“He wasn't in good shape,” she said. “The curse was eating him from the inside and out. It worsens when he uses his magic. He could barely speak when Dumbledore brought him to the hospital wing. Dumbledore is brewing a potion for him.”

“Will that cure the dark curse?” asked Daphne with hope.

Ivy shook her head, “I don't know. . . he didn't say if it would cure him or simply help a little. He asked me to bring him here, so I did,” she clenched and uprooted a fistful forcefully just to relieve some tension. “How did you know where to find us?”

“A house-elf told Luna. He knew both Quinn and Luna, so when he saw the injured Quinn, he came to tell Luna. . . I asked about Quinn, and the house-elf told him that you had brought him here,” said Daphne sighing.

Ivy hummed. Except for Quinn's magic-fueled call for Dumbledore, things had been kept under tight wrap by Dumbledore. So the explanation made sense. She was about to ask Daphne if she had talked to Quinn after they had told him about the situation so that she could take Daphne's mind off of things, but then a thought passed her mind that scrapped the plans to comfort Daphne.

She looked up at her blonde rival and asked in a quiet voice, “Did. . . did you help Quinn get into Hogwarts?” Ivy kept her voice as usual as she could.

“Yes,” said Daphne distractedly, her eyes focused on the lake.

“How?”

Daphne told her about the route between the Room of Requirements and Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade. Then Ivy asked the question that she actually wanted to ask. “Did he tell you why he wanted to get into Hogwarts?”

“No, he didn't. I presume he met with Dumbledore.”

Ivy narrowed her eyes. She said, “He gave Harry to Voldemort.”

Daphne finally looked away from the lake and fixed her eyes on Ivy, giving her full attention. She didn't say anything, and Ivy frowned at the stone-faced expression that had appeared on Daphne's face after she had been distracted from her worries— why did her resting face have to be so hard to read, thought Ivy.

“If you're implying I allowed Quinn entry into the castle knowing that h was going after your brother, then you'd be wrong. As I said, I had no inkling of what he was planning; I merely assumed that he wanted to meet with Dumbledore,” said Daphne.

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“You didn't seem surprised when I told you he took Harry.”

“I had made my assumptions when I heard the commotion outside. . . . How is Harry?” she asked in the end.

“He's fine,” said Ivy. It was awkward that she couldn't explain the complete situation because Daphne wasn't privy to the knowledge of the prophecy and Horcruxes. “He had a reason behind taking Harry out.”

“I know,” said Daphne, her gaze back to the lake.

Ivy wanted to ask how did she know, but one look at Daphne, and it told Ivy that Daphne simply trusted Quinn enough to see that he must have a reason. Ivy felt an envy bubble up inside her.

There was a pop, akin to apparition, that startled both girls. Their hands immediately went to their wands that they whipped towards the source. Had Voldemort breached Hogwarts ward, and the Death Eaters were able to apparate inside Hogwarts.

“At ease, you two,” said Dumbledore.

It wasn't the case.

“Where is Quinn? I heard from Poppy that he demanded to be brought here,” he asked.

“Inside the lake,” said Ivy. “It has been a while.”

“I see,” Dumbledore took out a couple of vials with vibrant potions inside. “I have brewed some potions that will help him.”

“Thank you,” said Daphne.

“Did he say when he might be returning?” asked Dumbledore.

Ivy shook her head. But then she remembered. “Here, Quinn gave this to me. . . it has the Horcrux,” she handed the white patch to Dumbledore. She didn't care if Daphne found out.

But before she could pass it to him, the Great Lake exploded.

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Quinn West – MC – Get's get fixed.

Ivy Potter – Conflicted – Helpless

FictionOnlyReader – Author – Initially, I was going to make Quinn use Blood magic to suck some blood out of Daphne to heal himself— getting inspired by the vampire. But the story flow restricted from me to use that. . . sadge.

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