Trinity: Omniverse Traveling Cat 25 Second

Not without thank his improved sense, he was able to perfectly stand still and don't crash on the ground? It was probably what saves is life. without the time to call for Bilby, he feels something tingling in his mind, still running on instinct, he grows to a meter ninety, a tail sprouting of his back and las.h.i.+ng on something. In place of a hand, clawed paws tear into something before a warm feeling flow from them, wetting the tattered sleeves of his ruined s.h.i.+rt.

The pop-up was what takes him out of this supernatural high. When he looked at his tail, the limp body of Kreacher was hanging in the air, a good portion of his throat ripped off, a snarl freeze on his face, showing that it didn't realize he was dead.

-Well, now we don't need to look out for him.-

"Kreacher, where are you, have you rid of the intruder!"

-Here the banshee.-

"Bilby!"

When he popped in the elf becomes panicked upon seeing him bloodied.

"Master Alexender!"

"Don't worry bilby, it, not my blood, this crazy elf a.s.saulted me the moment I appear. Let not waste time. Go back to fetch some elf, I want the house clean of every book, dark artifacts, pieces of furniture. There should be a golden locket with a green S, I want it confined in a lead box, use magic or dragonhide glove, don't touch it. Leave only the walls, get rid of the shrunk house-elf head, and don't mind the old hag in the portrait."

"Yes, master."

Ten seconds later, the pieces of furniture in the room start to disappear, seeing that they were at work, he exits the living room, leading him in the corridor, facing the portrait of one Walburga Black screaming profanities to the air.

"h.e.l.lo, Lady black." His appearance shut her for a second before she starts to observe him.

"Who are you? How dare a filthy dark creature to enter the ancient and n.o.ble House of Black!" Earing her, he takes note that he was still in is half-form. Willing the change back, stunning her again.

"For your information, I'm not a dark creature, it a family blood trait, I think you can compare it to your metamorphmagus ability. As for my blood statue, allow me to present myself. I'm Alexander Daren Evans, Clan Head of the Evans clan." Her eye bugled when she heard him.

"They are still alive?" Say her rhetorically, disbelieving his word.

"While I am the last, yes."

"What are you doing here!"

"I came what your House own me. Thank a certain Lord Sirius Orion Black, who became an Oathbreaker, I am freely taking apart what was once the House of Black." Say him smugly.

"What! How? How came this mongrel was Lord Black!" Each scream louder than the previous.

"Has I were saying when I take hold of my position, Sirius was under a sworn Oath, that became broken, his life was taken as compensation and before his will was read, I interfere with it, claiming what I wanted from House black. Every knowledge that has been acc.u.mulated, every piece of jewelry and Galleons, all will become mine. I left every other proprieties to Narcissa Malfoy if she can prove that she didn't serve under Moldyshort, otherwise, they will be mine. How I nearly forgot, he had also left money for a werewolf and the disowned sister of Bella and Cissy."

Not even caring anymore of the nearly frothing portrait, he enters the kitchen in a little alcove of the pantry, a stack of dirty fabric arranged in a cot was resting, in it, the locket he was searching for. Calling Bilby and showing it, it vanishes in a lead box, transported to the manor, takes a ride at the same time, he returned to his house.

While the Elves were sending large wooden boxes after others, he was rummaging in a box of lesser dark artifacts with a pair of dragonhide gloves, ready to test his theory.

While clapping his hand give the motion a certain flare, it was impractical and slow. Since his ability resides essentially in his bracelet and was linked to his soul, he should be able to activate it with just a touch. Closing his eye he put his gloved hand on it, and after a few second information came rus.h.i.+ng, willing only the artifact and rejecting all the curses and absorbing the data, he feels a momently fluctuation in it form. When he opened his eyes, he could see the same artifact, but this time, the ominous feeling it was giving before have vanished.

After succeeding, the artifact was nothing more than junk metal, so he turns it into another block. In the following days, he would deconstruct them, store the data, and transform them into usable material. He would make a trip to the bank to retrieve everything that has been taken from the other houses, bringing in the territory and continue. The entire value of the holding of House Black made and commission taken, his vault has gained few tens of millions in Galleons. When it came public knowledge that the House Black has been suck dry, the Lord has the Wisegamot had gone apes.h.i.+t, when Gringotts had cla.s.sified the last Lord as Oathbreaken only Dumbledore and Lord Potter have continued to hara.s.s the bank until they were threatened with penality for interfering with it inner working. Coupled with the article in the Daily Prophet about the Heir Potter, the little p.r.i.c.k has officially had his worst birthday, waking four days after it.

Done a week later, and thank the knowledge and experience gain from the precedent cursed item, he was able to go through all of them, leaving him with his biggest problem. Taking the lead box to the open square outside, Alex along with Bilby, put it on the ground.

"Bilby, I will try something to get rid of the taint. The locket possesses powerful mind magic on it, I a start to act strangely I want you to take me to my room, ok?"

"Yes, Bilby will!"

"Thanks, let get started."

Opening the lid of the lead box, he faces the locket.

"~Open~" With a click, it open, Unwilling to take any chance, he turns the box, taking the locket out of his gaze, close his eyes and start.

First, he feels the lead box melt away from around it, then slowly, his mind came in contact with something familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. In no time he feels the tingle from his wristband, indicating him that the locket was testing his Occlumency. He had found that he had a natural barrier born of his constant exposure to the leech, only boosted because of the blood ward who forced his mind to develop them to no be overwhelmed.

The familiar feeling came from the leech, as the share the same origin, he recognizes it for what it was, a shard of soul. The unfamiliar one came due to the fact that it was sentient and more powerful. While the shard was trying to enter his mind in order to take over, it didn't realize that his vessel was being cleansed of his supportive enchantment, soon leaving it none other sources of subsistence. When it realizes it, rather than trying to found it heart weakness, the soul shard starts to trash on his barrier, attempting to take possession of his body.

Free of his previous task, Alex directs all his attention on it and start again, this time, trying to trans.m.u.te a soul part to cleanse the previous imprint. As more time past, he started to sweat under the heavy pressure, his s.h.i.+eld has started to crack, the soul tras.h.i.+ng wildly has bit by bit of his conscious was taking apart.

Without knowing, hours past before accomplis.h.i.+ng his task. It was only when he was half-way that it starts to stop, not possessing enough of it conscious to be able to stay coherent. At first, he thinks that taking the imprint of Tom out was enough but it wasn't, while it changes from an angry wraith to a ma.s.s of darkness, he was long than done.

If the imprint of the wizard was gone, his magical one wasn't, leaving a still tainted shard. The only thing he could think of was using is own soul to try and attenuate it to him. So it was an unsure Alex who hesitantly starts to bring down his defense, ready to clamp them at the first sign of hostile behavior.

When the shard stays to the border of his s.h.i.+eld without moving, he mentally tries to drag it in, successful, he starts to pump it up of his own magic, slowly changing its color from inky black to artic blue. He was completely drained, mentally and magically when it was completely cleansed but he continues, fearing that all would be done in vain if it didn't finish in one go. So once done, he does the only thing he thinks missing, shape it after having purified the wraith, it had become a sort of cloud, stretching itself in all direction and starting to show collapsing sign. Taking hold of it, he slowly surrounds it with his mind, and compress it slowly with magic. It was only after the window appear that he relax, slipping in a profound slumber, completely drained.

{[Hidden objective: side. "Veni, Vidi, Vici"]

The self-proclaimed Lord Voldemort has split his soul in the form:

A diary: 0/1

A ring: 0/1

A locket: 1/1

A cup: 0/1

A tiara/ 0/1

A soul shard: 1/1

Found a way to get rid of them.

Condition: Purify the soul shard of the taint.