C93 Ritual

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Sirius was sitting in his study looking at an old photograph. The photograph was a picture of the Mauraders and Lily when they were just done with their NEWTs. They had a look of immense joy on their faces which didn't match the tense situation back then with Voldemort at his prime.

He was having a lot on his mind. Charlus had just explained that he had information that Harry might be in danger and that he was doing all this to get to Hogwarts to make sure he would be safe.

Sirius felt useless. He was unable to do anything. He wouldn't even qualify as an Auror because of the break he took. The only thing he could do was use his family power to make things a little difficult for the Dark Families. But that was it.

"Arrghh!"

Sirius slammed the armrest of his chair with frustration.

"I'm sorry James. I'm sorry Lily. I'm useless. I'm just looking on as Charlus is trying to do something while I'm just goofing around. I think I'm taking things for granted. I'll change. I promise."

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Before preparing to start with the simulations that Charlus needed to undergo for the ritual, Charlus first wrote a letter to Filius Flitwick with an attachment of his exam results. The letter was a request to do his mastery under Filius Flitwick.

Charlus started preparing for the ritual after sending the letter. He was doing it in a mind space for efficient results. He couldn't afford to mess up the ritual. He could only undergo it once.

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The 20th of June came quite quickly. Charlus was getting ready to undergo his ritual. This was the first time he wouldn't be celebrating his birthday with his family, but he knew that it was for a higher purpose.

He went to the same corner room where he had become a half-phoenix years ago. He stood in the centre of the room amidst all the runic circles and waited for midnight. Nicholas Flamel was waiting with him quietly.

The time approached 12. Nicholas Flamel got ready to start the rune array. The moment the time turned 11:59, Nicholas Flamel started up the array. When the time turned 12, the entire array was started up and the ritual started.

Agony. That was a majority of what Charlus was feeling. He was feeling the occasional pleasure of being strengthened but the agony masked that. His muscles were being torn apart and reconstructed. The ritual was making his entire body stronger. The human aspects of his body stronger.

The process would take the entire day. The benefit would be based on how long he could hold on. The more amount of time he held on without fainting would determine how stronger his body would become.

He had one problem though. Charlus did not have a strong enough motivation. The only thing that was on his mind was defending his brother from Voldemort in the future. But there was a small subconscious induced input that suggested that Nicholas Flamel was wrong. That what he was doing was unnecessary. This was not a problem in the beginning but the thought grew louder and louder. When the ritual entered the last hour, this thought started resounding in his brain, making it impossible for Charlus to ignore it.

"What do I want? Beating Voldemort? Won't Dumbledore do that? He defeated Grindelwald. He can defeat Voldemort too right? So there isn't any need for me to go through this much pain right now."

Doubt was filling Charlus' mind and it was clouding his judgement. He was slowly slipping. The effort that he put for the past 23 hours was slowly going to be wasted.

"Wake up Charlus! Remember what you are doing this for!"

A faint noise entered Charlus' head.

"What am I doing this for? Isn't it to defeat Voldemort? Wait, isn't that Harry's job? Why am I going through this?"

"Wake up Charlus! Don't forget why you are doing this! You told me that you wanted to protect everyone you love!"

The voice was faint, but it reignited a small part of Charlus that was otherwise slumbering.

"Yes. Wasn't that what I wanted. Who knows what could happen after Voldemort. I need to strong enough to protect my family."

A flame started burning inside Charlus, as well as outside him. His will was reignited. He started going through the last hour too. This last hour was the most effective and also the most painful. It was the hardest to get through. Through racial advantages and strong willpower, though, Charlus pulled it off.

The moment the clock ticked 12 again, and the day finished, the rune array switched off automatically and the power that was forcing itself into Charlus stopped.

Charlus felt bliss. Infinite bliss. It was just for a second that he appreciated life as it was, for being so painless compared to what he had just gone through.

After the second finished, he could no longer feel anything. He felt the immense exhaustion his body had and everything blanked out.