Harry tried to make his mind go blank, to ignore the chanting that began to fill the air from the three Unspeakables.
"Liberte haec anima ab atrum labe. Tenebris custodia liberare animum istum in pace. Auferat mala liberabit de corpore sinit…"
The voices continued to repeat those words, but soon they became nothing more than a dull drone to Harry.
Around him a golden glow began to emanate from each rune on each rune stone, glowing brighter until each rune stone began to shine like the sun. The light began to spread from each of the rune stones. Like a liquid it travelled along the lines carved into the floor, causing the shape of the pentagon and the star within it to shine brightly.
The light then spread inwards from the lines, filling the entire shape with colour.
The floor beneath Harry was now shining brightly, but he barely noticed. The chanting of the Unspeakables was barely audible to him now.
The world seemed to be getting further and further away from him. A darkness had started to come in at the edges of his vision. The darkness grew more and more, but the light never faded. It was more like it was retreating. Soon he was surrounded in darkness, and the light existed as two small dots standing side by side somewhere above him.
Harry thought that it was almost as if his conscious self had withdrawn and shrunken back, almost as if it had stepped away from the controls of his body, and those two small dots of light represented where his eyes were.
In actual fact, he was not too far wrong with that thought.
It was actually quite pleasant. He felt as though he was floating in nothingness, with no ache or pain to annoy him.
There was no sign at all of the orbs that represented his memories. But then, he was not in his mind. His mind was with him, having pulled back as well.
It was so relaxing here. And so peaceful as well. He felt as though nothing could harm him.
"Hhhhaaaaarrrrryyyyyy."
The voice came out of nowhere, and seemed to pierce through him like the bite of an icy wind.
It was there. Voldemort' soul fragment was there with him.
Harry turned around, just in time to see two evil red eyes coming right for him.
He felt himself get bowled over by the wicked thing. He seemed to tumble uncontrollably through the nothingness that surrounded him, and although he could not see them, his arms and legs flailed wildly. Or at least the parts of him that used to control his arms and legs did.
And somewhere above him he heard that wretched voice, almost joyous sounding as it hissed "At last! At last this body is MINE!"
Harry tried to regain control of himself. Voldemort was about to try and gain control of his body. He could not allow that to happen.
Back in the room, Croaker made a noise of frustration as he cast another spell.
"Something wrong?" asked Cyrus.
Croaker shook his head "I don't know. Mr Potter's consciousness has fallen back as we had hoped, but something's not right. I'm really not liking some of these readings."
"Should we stop the ritual then?" asked Madam Bones.
"Yes, I think-" began Croaker, but the words died in his throat.
In the middle of the star, Harry had sat up. Or at least, Harry's body had sat up. When he opened his eyes they were not the usual emerald green that was associated with the boy. Now they were the evilest shade of red. Something associated only with…
He threw his head back and laughed, and it was not Harry's laugh. This one was high and cold.
He spoke.
"Did you fools honestly believe that you could defeat me? I, Lord Voldemort who has explored more magics than even the likes of the Unspeakables could ever even dream of? I, who has ventured further along the path to true immortality that any other has ever dared?"
He laughed again before continuing "Your foolish ritual has failed. All you have managed to do is allow me to take full control of this body, control which I have coveted for nearly fourteen years!"
He raised a hand and suddenly the golden light created by the ritual seemed to shatter as if it were glass. It fragmented, breaking off into small shards that continued to break down into nothingness.
Everyone had their wands trained on him, but with a wave of his hand he emitted a pulse of magic that had everyone off of their feet and slammed them into the walls around the room before collapsing to the floor.
By the time any of them was able to regain their feet, he had gone from the room.
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