Blackest Magics

"Fatum tuum respue et renascendi. Iterum sub duce meo ambula." Harry intones while holding his hand over the dead rat. The rotting thing trembled as the spell took effect, letting out an unnatural squeak as it stands, or more like stumbles due to the fact its muscles had already rotted away.

"This doesn't seem right..." he mutters at the incredibly weak-looking undead. He'd taken a break from collecting reagents to create a Thestral, and thus began trying spells in the Forbidden Forest he'd been unable to do in Hogwarts for fear of discovery.

This spell was one of the easier ones in the Necronomicon to cast, requiring no ritual, no reagents, merely a verbal component along with his magical energy. It didn't cost much, but in return, it didn't do much either.

Most Necromantic spells he'd read about restored some functionality to the corpse used, that or outright improved it. Inferi were the easiest example, turning useless corpses into creatures stronger and more violent than most men, albeit with a significant weakness to fire, which included most undead, unfortunately.

His spell had raised the rat, but the corpse was old, halfway to becoming fertiliser. "Thoughts?" he questions, glancing over to where he'd hung Grindelwald's skull.

"The spell was perfect, the target was not." it utters in the deathly voice it always does.

"Yeah... Guessed so," he levitates an Acromantula corpse, "Let's try with this one... A shorter casting, too." he mutters before pointing a finger at it, "Consurge!"

Immediately, the spider's corpse jumps to its feet, but Harry couldn't even hear Grindelwald's comment of "Fool." as the thing leaps at him. He slaps it away rather easily, slamming it against a nearby try with Telekinesis. It tries to stand again but he exclaims "Cuingealachadh!", causing roots to grab and restrain it.

"So that's a failure..." Harry mutters, quickly realising his error. He'd been fully concentrated on bringing it to life but hadn't bound it to himself. Consurge essentially meant 'Get up!', whereas the original spellbound the creature to him absolutely.

So he'd need to find another chant, or project his intentions better to achieve the desired effect. After all, the initial spell was far too long to use in combat, not to mention the fact it only created a single undead every time.

He glances at Grindelwald, "Well?"

"Pitiful, to forget the basic tenets of spell casting in your haste. Your death was deserved."

"Anything constructive, I meant." Harry retorts, ignoring the vengeful skull.

"Shortening or eliminating verbal components of spells required one to speak with a thousand intents in every word, each focussed to a point." it rasps.

Harry nods, already knowing this despite his inexperience. Doing what Grindelwald suggested would probably require more time practising Occlumency, still... He has a root break the Acromantula's neck and prepares the spell again, this time attempting to bring force the emotions stored inside the blood gem within his mind.

"Consurge!" he shouts but gets thrown away as the spider's corpse literally explodes, sending organs and ichor everywhere.

"Too much unfocused intent is also deadly." Grindelwald's skull remarks as it sways from side to side from the shockwave.

Harry sits up, brushing debris and picking out splinters from his skin, "No, really?" he drawls, annoyed at the skull's continued defiance. While it couldn't lie or refuse a question, it was able to omit things.

"Whatever, I'll continue once I got my Thestral." he sighs, packing everything away.

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Kali flies into the Great Hall during breakfast with a newspaper clutched in her claws. She lands gracefully in front of Harry who'd already prepared a meal for her, he certainly been expecting mail however...

"What's this?" he asks, unfurling it.

"Our friend Mr Hashbury alerted me to this..." she states as his eyes widen.

"Harry Potter a Parselmouth, Harry Potter the new Dark Lord, Harry Potter a Slytherin, Harry Potter finally found, Harry Potter attends Hogwarts, Harry Potter in Possession of a Dark Creature!?..." he drops the paper filled to the brim with various headlines, indeed, almost the entire thing had been dedicated to him and him only. "Why?" is all he can utter.

"Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do to prevent it. Our 'friend' managed to keep most blatant pieces of slander out, but I doubt it will matter." she gestures a wing around the hall where people were now shooting him wary glances.

Harry sighs, "I guess it doesn't matter, nothing'll change."

Kali hops forwards to the edge of his table, almost face to face with his chest, "What about your friends? Won't they be surprised by it?" she questions knowingly.

He frowns, "About that, almost every student here isn't worth the clothes on their backs. I wouldn't be surprised if some forget how to breathe-, actually, I'd be thankful."

"Master..."

"Come to think of it, I need your help with something." Harry interjects, attempting to avoid the upcoming conversation, "I need some... Sacrifices for a ritual on Halloween, particularly those close to death like cancer patients or people in comas."

"Should I even ask why?"

"No, but I'll tell you if you want to know." he offers.

She shakes her head, "I'll see when I deliver your 'ingredients'. How many do you need?"

"Thirteen."

"Hm, anything else?"

He nods, "What's our chances of getting a lawyer? I want the profits of the books using my name, and I want to be ready to destroy this 'Daily Prophet' if they step one toe out of line." he gestures at the newspaper on the table. Everything they'd written was 'technically' not slander, given the way the headlines were phrased, despite that he still wanted the ability to retaliate, other than simply burning their building to the ground.

"I'm not sure but I'll look into it. Should the worst happen we'll turn Mr Hashbury into a magical bomb and send him to visit." she grins toothily, revealing her sharp fangs. "Now feed me, I'm hungry from flying all the way over here."

"As you wish." he smiles lightly, feeding the bat as the rest of the school stares at him. An average morning.