Chapter 133

The old woman had a somber expression on her face as she broke the silence, "So what now? What do you want from me? I will not bring my own people into this. While you are important to me, my people's survival is more so."

"That is not what I am asking for Morgana. I have no wish to bring the fae into this war. I only want your advice."

Harry's eyes widened. Morgana! This was Morgana Le Fay!

The old woman looked at Ravenclaw searchingly, before she seemed to find what she was looking for. "Then you will have it. What do you wish my assistance for?"

"Our last protection," Ravenclaw said as she grabbed hold of a corner of the sheet covering the figures on her table and pulled it off. Harry moved closer to get a better look, and once he saw what it was, he gasped.

Lying on the table, pale as the waning moon, were prone forms of two babies.

But they were no normal babies. They looked diseased. Their skin was shriveled and seemed to hug their skeletons. Harry could barely tell that one was a boy and the other a girl.

'What is happening here?' Harry wondered, slightly horrified.

"What have you done?" Morgana asked in a whisper. Her voice wavered, and she couldn't seem to look away from the shriveled up babies. She seemed to know exactly what was going on. "You promised me that you would never go down this path. Performing Dark Arts experiments upon human beings is dangerous by and in itself, but to do it on children…"

"I have a duty to protect my people. These are desperate times Morgana…and desperate times call for desperate measures," Ravenclaw said by the way of an explanation.

Morgana's eyes flickered to the diadem on Ravenclaw's head before she spoke, "Fine. Tell me what you have done to them, and what you intend to do next."

"A week ago, one of the pure bred witches in the castle gave birth to these two babies. I stole them and made her believe that she birthed stillborn babies. I did so with the intention to create a new breed of magical creature to protect us and destroy the Celts. I modified their body and their magic using various Paras Rituals and then I caged their magic into their core," she said, "All of it."

Morgana shook her head "A magical body needs magic flowing throughout the body to stay alive Rowena. If you cage all their magic in their cores then-"

"I know. Their bodies will never mature or heal properly and will forever be shriveled husks. But their magic…it will be concentrated, different and more powerful than any wizard's. With these creatures under our command, we will destroy our enemies. We will emerge victoriously."

Morgana stared at Ravenclaw for a second before she said anything. "How you will keep this…new breed from turning against us?"

"That is what I need your assistance for. There is no one who knows blood magic better than you. With an enslavement enchantment on their bloodline, they-"

"Enslavement magic wears off," Morgana interrupted "They will rebel sooner or later. And with their magic as strong as you say it is, they will triumph above us."

"Then what do you suggest I do?" Ravenclaw asked as she walked around the table and stood beside Morgana

"Pain," Morgana said, her voice cold, "Enchant them to stay forever under pain. Make it so that their only respite from that pain would be whenever they carry out a wizard or witch's command."

"Yes…" Ravenclaw mused as Harry watched horrified, "If work and servitude is the only respite from pain they ever have, then they will seek to obey our kind. They won't need an enslavement enchantment. They will become our slaves willingly."

"Furthermore," Morgana said, "A Permanent Pain Curse is much simpler than an enslavement enchantment. It can be integrated into their very essence. All you will have to do is perform a Ritual of Sacrifice, and sacrifice one very powerful magical creature in exchange for the creation of another…but you knew that already didn't you?"

Ravenclaw's face remained impassive as she swiftly pulled out a long ritual knife from above her sleeve and in one fluid movement, slunk it into Morgana's side.

"I did."

Harry screamed and jumped forward, trying to stop her before he remembered that he was in a memory and could not interfere. He suddenly looked down and noticed that runic circles and shapes had appeared on the floor and were coalescing into a ritual circle under the two women, who had sunk to the floor, one in the arms of the other.

Morgana stared at Ravenclaw's face as she lay in her arms, and then towards her diadem, not even glancing towards the knife that was sticking out of her abdomen, "Do you not feel the slightest bit of remorse through the walls of that diadem you've built? Of sorrow? That you are taking my life?"

The blood that had started pooling on the floor from Morgana's wound gained a life of its own as it flowed upwards along the side of the table and pooled around the two shriveled babies, changing their form slowly into something familiar to Harry. Harry's Gamer's Mind was making the connections. He was starting to slowly but surely realize what was happening.

Ravenclaw moved a strand of silvery hair and tucked it behind Morgana's ears, "You misunderstand. It is true I choose not to feel anything. But should I open my mind to my emotions…it would break me. Right now, my people need my help, and with this diadem, I am able to put emotions to rest and prioritize logic…I can do what is necessary. You mistake my choice not to feel as a reflection of me not caring. Well, I assure you, the truth…is precisely the opposite."

There was another moment of silence.

"Very well then…I believe this is goodbye daughter."

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