Ch-10 The One-Sided Showdown

Jason's POV

Helena and Baron were waiting for me to appear at the open corridor near the staircase. Helena and Baron although looked calm and collected but I can see that they anxious for my arrival at the location. I looked at Albus, Aberforth, Bloody Baron, Minerva and Helena present in the corridor with a bone chilling stare and without any further delay I reached them and asked to move into a classroom without any portraits on the wall.

Now looking at the Albus I quickly used wind thrust spell on him, which caused a huge ball of wind hitting him and making him hit the wall behind and fainted on the spot. This all happened within a fraction of second.

Jason stood there, his heart racing with a mixture of adrenaline and concern. The Wind Thrust spell had hit its mark with precision, sending Albus Dumbledore crashing into the stone wall of the room. The impact had rendered Albus the greatest white wizard unconscious, his body slumping against the wall.

Minerva McGonagall, the stern and capable Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, reacted with shock and anger. Her wand was already raised, ready to defend her beloved mentor and friend. But Jason, with a calmness that belied the chaos of the moment, held up a hand to stop her.

"Professor McGonagall, please wait," Jason said, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. "I don't intend to harm Headmaster Dumbledore. I only seek to take his wand. It's a cursed wand and it is affecting him."

I approached and levitated the elder wand and without touching burned it down with Fiendfyre.

Jason watched as the Elder Wand, the legendary and fabled instrument of power, was consumed by the dark flames of Fiendfyre. The cursed wand crackled and twisted, its ancient magic succumbing to the destructive force unleashed upon it. 

With bated breath, Jason waited for any sign of a reaction from the destruction of the wand. Would there be a scream, a burst of dark energy, or perhaps a hidden piece of Death's legacy revealed? Yet, to his surprise and relief, nothing of the sort occurred. The room remained eerily quiet, save for the crackling of the fading flames. As the flames raged and the wand disintegrated into ash, Jason felt a sense of both finality and relief wash over him.

As Albus Dumbledore regained his bearings with the aid of Minerva McGonagall and Aberforth Dumbledore, the atmosphere in the room shifted from one of relief to one of inquiry. Albus, his gaze steady and piercing, turned his attention to Jason, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Jason," Albus began, his voice carrying the weight of years of wisdom and experience, "what led you to take such drastic action with the Elder Wand?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore," Jason started, choosing his words with care, "I had a reason to believe that the Elder Wand was affecting you. Because when I got the resurrection stone, I felt a subtle sense of summoning his loved and gathering other gifts of death and I knew it might be done by death for summoning himself. As such the current situation."

I was certain that if he had not attacked Albus he might have retaliated later. Know this Grindelwald loved Albus and would fight till death, yet he did. Why? because the elder wand manipulating Grindelwald. Elder wand found that Albus was a stronger wielder for him than Grindelwald.

Now that I someone stronger than him (Albus) appeared the elder wand will try to change the wielder or death of that someone stronger than him. Even in the story the holder of the elder got murdered because of how strong the wand is and of course the bragging of the wand made the situation worse. But how can a wizard sleep carelessly in an unknown place without any spell for protection for warning him of the danger. It could be possible the robber disarmed the spell or something else but what are odds of that.

As Jason summoned Rowena Ravenclaw with the Resurrection Stone, he couldn't shake off the feeling that using such a powerful artifact had consequences beyond the immediate reunion. His intuition proved correct when a subtle but noticeable change in the environment occurred, a chill spreading through the room, though only he seemed to perceive it.

Rowena Ravenclaw materialized before him, her form ethereal yet distinct, a testament to the Stone's incredible ability to bridge the gap between the living and the departed. Her presence a reminder of the thin line between life and death that the Stone allowed him to tread.

"Mother," Helena choked as silvery, clear teardrops poured down.

Lady Ravenclaw's keen gaze swept over her body, then glanced at Jason, who stood back silently.

"Gentleman, could you tell me how much time has passed?"

"You may call me Jason, Jason Black." I bowed slightly, "A thousand years have passed, ma'am."

"A thousand years..." The Ravenclaw chewed on the word and walked over to Helena, gently wiping the tears from her face.

"How can I be unsatisfied with seeing you again after a thousand years?" Lady

Ravenclaw said tenderly.

"Mother, everything is my fault! I shouldn't have stolen your Diadem, I shouldn't have run away from home, and I shouldn't have ignored Baron's words... I didn't even meet you at the end..." Helene cried sadly.

"You are my child, how can that be counted as stealing?" Lady Ravenclaw said

lovingly, she slightly lifted the cape around Helena's chest, and looked at the black wound on it, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, Helena, is in pain, day and night." Helena took her mother's arm and said with a bit of a spoiled tone.

Ms. Ravenclaw held up her hand and no one saw her do anything, but Helena's transparent fingers quickly became white and congested, and then expanded upwards, and in less than a minute, Helena had a solid body from her ghostly state.

The clothes on her body also turned into a blue-colored dress. I then realized that Helene's hair looked a vivid burgundy color. "Mother?" Helena looked at the Ravenclaw in surprise as she suddenly fell from two inches above the floor, stumbled twice, nearly fell, and was caught by the Ravenclaw - so much time had passed that she had forgotten how a normal person should walk.