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Post by Albus Dumbledore on Apr 9, 2007 21:56:09 GMT -5
Dumbledore led Isabella to her office, because he felt it had more space for the required ritual. He began by setting up a circle of moonstones in the middle of the room. Inside the circle, he placed several herbs. He motioned to Isabella to sit on one side of the circle, while he sat down on the other.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 9, 2007 22:03:37 GMT -5
Isabella sat down across from Dumbledore, staring into the circle. Part of her knew this wasn't going to work. Voldemort, for all his flaws, was not an idiot. He would know that this would be the first thing she would ty. If he was the one who had Conor, then he would be smart enough to block the tracking spell. His new location would be sealed up tight, and Conor would be untrackable. If he was even still alive... Tears filled her eyes and she wiped them away impatiently. "I'm ready," she breathed, silently hoping beyond hope that this spell would work and she'd have Conor in her arms in a few hours.
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Post by Albus Dumbledore on Apr 9, 2007 22:12:08 GMT -5
Dumbledore murmured a chant as he began sprinkling liquid into the circle. Then he looked up at Isabella. "Now I want you to say his name, over and over again," he instructed.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 9, 2007 22:14:48 GMT -5
Isabella nodded, and began to chant Conor's name in a soft, rhythmic sort of prayer. Inwardly, it was a fight to hold back her tears. But she couldn't cry now. She had to be strong. If she allowed herself to be weak now, she'd never be able to pick herself back up again. And she needed to do this. She needed her son back. She had to keep her promise. "Conor, Conor, Conor..."
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Post by Albus Dumbledore on Apr 9, 2007 22:25:49 GMT -5
Dumbledore continued to chant the incantation, while Isabella chanted Conor's name. As he spoke, he sprinkled the liquid in the circle. This continued for several minutes, with no effect. Finally, he frowned. "I don't think it's working. He must have blocked the spell."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 9, 2007 22:31:30 GMT -5
"No.... just keep trying.... just a little longer," Isabella whispered, even though she knew it was pointless.
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Post by Albus Dumbledore on Apr 9, 2007 22:47:25 GMT -5
Dumbledore nodded. "Of course. We'll keep trying." He sprinkled some more of the liquid into the circle and went back to chanting.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 9, 2007 22:51:04 GMT -5
Isabella kept chanting Conor's name as the ache in her heart grew ever stronger. She felt as if she was dying inside, and her arms and her stomach felt so empty. She wished Voltaire was here, to hold her hand and tell her everything was going to be all right. But he wasn't there, and it wasn't all right. She had sent him away. She had cut him down and pushed him away. Tears streamed down her face unchecked as she continued to say her son's name.
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Post by Albus Dumbledore on Apr 9, 2007 23:04:55 GMT -5
Dumbledore said the incantation one last time and spritzed the last of the liquid from the flask. Just as he was about to give up, a puff of smoke wafted up, and a shape took form. It was Voldemort's face. Even in the silence, it was clear that he was laughing at them. Then the smoke dissolved, and nothing remained. Dumbledore shook his head. "I'm sorry, Isabella. We'll have to try something else."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 10, 2007 21:55:27 GMT -5
Isabella saw the image of Voldemort's face and a rage burst up in her. This was worse than the rage she had unfairly directed toward Voltaire. "I hate him..." she hissed under her breath. Voldemort was going to pay for taking her son. And she was going to get him back... no matter what it took.
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