It has been about 3 hours since I stared my travel east by foot. I need to find shelter fast, this kind of maltreatment and abuse to my hands and feet should be illegal! An hour ago that I reached the bottom of a mountain range, I chose this route as at that time, it seemed to be the shortest and safest route that I could take to reach the Headquarters. I trudge a few more steps up the smallest but incredibly steep hill, grabbing onto the jutting rocks for support. As I make it over to a flatter potion of the mountain, a small abandoned looking cottage emerges from behind a few trees.
I may be wounded and exhausted but I am not stupid. If I'm lucky this is an abandoned cottage of one of those muggles and not an elaborate scheme to capture and execute me.
I approach the cottage while sensing for any magical signature that could alert me of a trap or an unalert enemy. Surprisingly, this place was completely void of any human signature, as if it hadn't been lived in for more than a few decades. Unless...
I raise my hand and conjure Homenum Revelio. Feeling the magic rush out of the tip of my fingers, nothing still appears. I really am wasting magic.
I opened the door that creaked from rust and unuse and stepped in, shutting the door behind me as I examined the interior.
Layers and layers of dirt, moss, and grime. No wonder there were no human signatures, this place has completely been abandoned. Walking over to the window I point my hand towards the outside and execute a couple of more complex hand signs.
A faint silver light flies through the air, signifying a stronger and more permanent mixture of the fidelius and protego charms (comppared to earlier) has been cast. I take out my wand and point it at the sky Fianto Duri.
So far, the order had only managed to create improved and combination spells but never a new one. The only thing we have over them are potions, more complex, stronger, and newer ones created by the best in the field. A dead potions teacher and his godson. But other than that. . . Potions take a long time to brew; compared to spells which take only a word or two. . . I believe it is clear to anyone which side has the upper hand.
We truely are lacking in terms of firepower. I touch the book concealed in my sleeve. This needs to work or we would continue to be fighting a loosing war.
I take it out of my sleeve and cast Engorgio. I try to pry the book open but it stays shut. The parchment sealing spell? I tapped it with my wand and tried again. No use, it still wont open.
I stand a foot away and point my wand at the troublesome item. Specialis Revelio
This causes the book to quiver, however, nothing. It still wont open up. Glaring at the infuriating thing, I vow to wring it dry of it's every last secret. Lets see if it can still last against this.
I look out the window and on a branch sits a common house sparrow. I point my wand at the bird and cast a weak Incarcerous.
I grabbed the book and walked out of the cottage. Picking up the bird from the grass, I lay it down on the book before place it down, on a small patch of soil. I wave my wand and bite my other hand; letting three drops fall, I whisper.
Resigno Celamntum qum Immolatio
The bird melts as though it was made of lava and seeps into the book. My blood, which served as a catalyst to ensure success, shines a bright silver. With a shriek the spell on the book dies out, taking the life from the surrounding foot width of grass with it.
I happened upon the spell during 4th year. It was a usefull yet deadly spell to unseal various things, it is definitely stronger than a light revealing spell as it requires a sacrifice offering; courtesy of a bored mad trickster who lets say, did not like secrets and simplicity. He made sure it was. . . extravagant.
Picking it up from the ground, I dusted off the bits of dead grass and soil from its back cover and easily flipped through it. Perfect, now lets see what secrets you will give me.