The Ritual Part III

When I finished preparing the ritual, it was later October.

The day before Halloween, I stripped the soul pieces of their sentience and absorbed them. I felt like a Sith Lord from Star Wars devouring Force Ghosts. The methods are somewhat similar. I now look like a corporal Force Ghost too.

But the body of the elf was partially destroyed in the process. I kept it under stasis.

On Halloween, I set up the ritual in the Little Hangleton Graveyard. I went through the complicated steps, chanting in an ancient tongue and and waiting for the clock to strike twelve.

At the stroke of midnight, I dive into a boiling concoction containing Basilisk Venom, Phoenix Tears, Dragon Bone, Veela Hair, House Elf Flesh, Tom Riddle Senior's Bone and Harry Potter's Blood among other things.

And let me tell you, it was painful. Excruciatingly painful.

My very soul felt the pain.

After several agonizing hours, I felt the pain vanish. Shrouded in mist, I rose.

I have no word to describe how much I relished having a body. It was pure bliss.

And the magic. I felt magic humming through my very being. The feeling was intoxicating.

I wandlessly conjured a large mirror and

admired my new body. I was physically thirteen years old, with a height of 5'7" and a swimmers build, pale skin, high cheekbones, straight nose, strong jaw, and large hetrochromic eyes- the right one deep blue with a silver corona and the left one deep green with a golden corona. I have thick shoulder length hair, the colour of rich chocolate, with occasional strands of copper and gold.

I am a ladykiller.