Chapter 127: Next Horcrux
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The next morning we had a large breakfast but my mind kept wandering. I for some reason couldn't stop thinking about the Horcruxes. It was clear to me as we finished the large breakfast that I will need to go to the Riddle house to clear my worries. If I was a dark wizard with a shrouded identity my family home would probably be where I hide a Horcrux. I would probably hide it under the floorboards of the kitchen…
Auntie and Uncle were super excited about the trial results. I promised Auntie that when I get the inheritance I will give her the Black Manor that her father lived in. It was far bigger and glorious than the small one in London.
She was against the idea at first but calmed down when I said I would eventually get a home for myself since I needed grazing land for the animals I plan to get. I want to talk to Sis about giving her the smaller Black house in London but she is never home nowadays. She is too busy with all the busts going on right now.
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Once night falls I take my time heading to the Riddle Manor, it is rather convenient since it isn't far from my hidden area. Heading to Little Hangleton I find the worn-down mansion quite easily.
The mansion itself is quite empty and the graveyard on the hill is quite large. The mansion seems to have been involved in a fire a few years ago as it has no roof and the back portion is all but destroyed.
I step out into the graveyard and walk to the reaper statue. I don't know why but it is an odd feeling standing in front of it.
My eyes are drawn to the name on the headstone 'Tom Riddle' my brows raise.
'Must've been his father.'
I close my eyes as I do a sweep for souls nearby. I don't see anything but I can feel the darkness wants something. It is crawling from the recesses of my mind telling me to head down the hill. I feel pressure build up in my head almost making me fall to my knees.
"FINE!" I yell to the empty air, with anger in my steps I head down the hill to where the darkness is guiding me.
Walking down the road I enter the small magic section of town. Despite being separated it isn't too far away. The trees are all dead and the area seems more like a bog than a town. Reaching the end of the road I find a small two-story house that looks a lot more like a shack than a house.
It is as run-down as the manor was as it also has a wall missing but at least its door is still intact. I close my eyes and search for souls and much to my surprise the darkness wasn't lying. I do find a soul inside a small chest on the second floor.
The bottom half of my body becomes cloaked in shadows as I slowly lift into the air. I enter through the broken wall to the moldy log shack. Part of the floor is missing in the room where the chest is.
There is a small bed in the corner of the room but I ignore it as I open the chest. Inside is a bunch of old tattered clothes and a few pieces of jewelry. I pull out and toss the things I'm not interested in.
Eventually, I find a small back ring with a large black crystal in the middle. My head begins to hurt again as the darkness rings out in my mind.
"EAT IT, EAT IT."
My own voice echoes in my head, the darkness begins to cover my mind as I reach into my cloak and grab my wand. Unlike usual, the darkness is barely even pushed back as the scream continues to echo in my mind.
I grunt as I quickly pull out the basilisk tooth and stab the ring into the wooden floor. The Horcrux lets out a scream as it dies but the scream inside my head doesn't stop. I'm confused I thought it wanted me to eat the Horcrux, what does it want?
"THE STONE!"
My thoughts are immediately answered by my own voice. With a grunt, I tear the stone from the ring with brute force.
'I hope this doesn't hurt coming out' I think to myself as I swallow the stone whole.
My thoughts freeze as the world around me halts,
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*3rd Person*
In the small bog outside of Little Hangleton at the Gaunt family house, Soren stays kneeling staring into space. His eyes are encased in black as his body stays completely still. Black fog leaks slowly from his arms and legs slowly consuming his body.
The shadows eventually cover him in an egg-shaped cocoon that slowly rises into the air. The air itself seems to halt as the cocoon reaches ten feet above the shack. The cocoon solidifies into a solid ball of darkness slowly rotating in air signal that time is indeed still flowing.
"RRRAAAAAEEEEHHHH"
A familiar scream shatters the ball of darkness as shadows unleash onto the land like a tsunami. The black fog covers the entirety of Little Hangleton as well as the surrounding bog in a five-foot layer of darkness.
Once the fog is cleared from above the Gaunt house the figure of a twenty-foot-tall dementor. The dementor has clean black robes with thick grey skin and eyes that seem to lead to infinite darkness.
The clear night sky fills with clouds as figures fly between the clouds illuminated by the backdrop of the moon. Nearly five hundred dementors fly down surrounding the now twenty-foot tall dementor, Soren.
Prota, Druga, and Dretten stand at the forefront of the pack only a few feet away from Soren. All dementors have their heads lower, big or small they all bow. If dementors were able to show fear everyone present would be cowering in fear.
Prota lowers his head as the leader "Lord"
Soren does not answer, instead turns towards the south and begins to fly. The legion of dementors stays close behind. Like this, a wave of darkness washed over the night sky for nearly fifty miles to the Forest of Bowland.
As the legion meets the wall of the barrier Soren waves a hand. The huge number of stone slabs and other building materials is revealed momentarily as the dementors enter the area in a stream.
The barrier closes behind Soren as he slowly floats inside. The dementors hover above the ground staring up at Soren as if he were some sort of god.
Without a word Soren holds out a hand causing nearly a hundred tendrils to rise from his back. Darkness floods the area as the tendrils gather the stone in designated places. The darkness begins to disappear inside the dementors.
The dementors under the influence of Soren's shroud begin to grow in size, especially Prota.
Without a word, Soren's gaze lingers on Prota who lowers his head deeper. The dementors around them seem to get to work lifting the large stones as if they were nothing stacking them. Some of them do better than others while others seem to take charge such as Druga and Dretten.
The shroud covering the ground eventually fades as the dementors devour it all. Just like that darkness covers Soren and he vanishes from where he is standing.
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