No One Messes with the Master of Death: Chapter 56

Chapter 57

"Fred" is Fred speaking
"George" is George speaking
"Fred and George" is both speaking

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Hadrian's POV
"I hope you are ready for a very long night?" I asked.

Dad and Father nodded. Charlus, Lily, Sirius, and Regulus also smiled and nodded.

"We wouldn't want it to be short, Hades." My twins said.

"Alright then." I said as I turned to face our prisoners. "Let's get this night started." 

"I don't think we need the Dursleys. You can do what you want with them. They don't seem to know anything about what we have to interrogate our dear witches and wizards here." I said as I looked at Dad. 

Dad was smiling. "Shall take them to the next cell, or should we start with them and end with our dear magical beings?" He asked.

Father was smiling, looking at dad.

"I think we can start with our dear Dursleys." Lily said from beside Charlus.

"Then, I shall take the silencing spell off of them." I said as I waved my hand towards them, willing my magic to break the silencing spell cast by Amelia herself. I smiled. 'Must have annoyed the living soul out of her for her to do this herself.' I thought.  

"Let go of me, please. Lily, please tell him." Petunia was begging.

"Did you even try to stop and think about how painful it was when you had my son under your roof? Did you stop when he begged you to stop hurting him? Why should we?" Dad snarled at Petunia.

Dudley seems to have come to terms with what was happening around him. He wasn't screaming like Vernon or begging like Petunia. He seemed resigned. He was waiting for spells to hit him.

"What are you waiting for, Dudley?" I asked.

"My death. I know what is happening now. We hurt you, and now it is your turn to return the favor. I know I don't have magic in me, so I know I won't survive if you plan to do the same we did to you. All I ask is for you to be a little merciful. Kill me as you like, but please keep my body intact." He said as he looked at me in the eye.

Something was wrong with him. The Dudley I know is not like this. He should be putting up a fight or fussing Petunia or Vernon by now.

I opened the cell as I simultaneously bound the others to their places so that they couldn't harm me. I walked to Dudley and stood before him. He showed no fear, but this resigned look that only comes when you know your life is going to end and you are okay with that. 

"Who are you?" I asked as I levitated him using my magic.

"I am Dudley." Dudley said.

"Really?" I asked. He looks like Dudley, but the soul inside him gives a very ancient feeling. A feeling that I don't get from Dumbledore.

Dudley nodded.

I smiled. "We shall see if you are speaking the truth or not." I said.

I know my eyes have turned completely obsidian in color. I could feel marks under my eyes written in the death tongue that said 'Child of Magic for punishing the deserving' under one eye and 'One who sends souls to where they belong'. I could see some marks on my hands, but it was a combination of the Deathly Hallows and something else which I have no knowledge about. I could feel a few markings on my forehead as well. They felt like a thin band that was tied to my forehead. I could also feel lines from my chin down to the middle of my chest, stopping right near the heart.

Dudley paled when he saw me. I put my hand right where his heart should be and said, "Reveal", in death tongue.

The soul that was projected out was not Dudley's. I don't know who this person was. 

"Who are you? Tell me now. Where is Dudley Dursley's soul?" I asked as I cast a silencing charm on Petunia and Vernon. They started screaming the moment I transformed to the look I had to take for using the powers of Death as the 'Master of Death'. Their screams would give me a headache if I heard any more of it.

Silence was what I got.

"You don't know, or you can't tell?" I asked.

"I don't know." The soul said.

"Do you have any memory of your previous self?" I asked.

The soul shook his head.

Father walked in to see if he could know who he was. When he saw who it was, he was too shocked to even say who it was.

"Father, what happened. Do you know him?" I asked. 

Whatever trance he was in, he came out of it as he shook his head and said, "This is Nicolas Flamel, the creator and owner of the Philosopher’s Stone." Father said. "I only saw his portrait once, but I know that it is him. But it wasn't him when we went to Private Drive just a week ago." 

The soul started to writhe as if he was hit with a cruciatus curse.

I pushed a little magic into him to sense what was happening to his soul. His soul seems to be pushing memories into him. "Please don't fight it, sir. It is only your memories that are trying to come back to you. Please stop fighting against the pain and just welcome it." I said as calmly as I could. 

The old soul seemed to have heard me and stopped fighting as he slowly stopped writhing as if in pain. A few minutes later, he opened his eyes. "It is nice to meet you, Master of Death." He said.

"Sir, do you remember who you are now?" I asked as I nodded back, acknowledging his greeting.

He nodded. "He is right. My name is Nicolas Flamel." He said.

"May I know how you got into Dudley Dursley's body? And if you know, may I know where his soul is?" I asked. 

Sir Flamel's soul nodded. "I know where my body is. Our souls were swapped." He said.

"Where is your own body, sir Flamel?" Father asked.

"Dumbledore Manor." Sir Flamel's soul said. "Don't try to go there alone. He has laid a lot of nasty traps there." He warned us.

"Do you know the location of the Manor?" I asked.

Sir Flamel nodded. "It is near Godric's Hollow, under heavy repelling wards. If you go to Godric's Hollow and keep walking to its left, you feel all types of repelling wards. That is where Dumbledore Manor is." He said.

"Sir, please don't take offense to this question, but when were you taken there?" I asked.

"Two days ago. I was mourning my wife's death. Without the stone, her disease was acting out again, and no matter what I did, she wasn't cured. She died two weeks ago." Sir Flamel said, his face showed the sadness of parting away from his wife. If I stared more into his eyes, I felt like I would drown in his sorrow along with him.

"Dad, father, stay here, and see to it that the others don't do anything to him, not until Dudley is in his own body." I said. 

I know Fred and George would not let me go there alone. 

I turned to them, seeing a look of worry starting to show on their faces. "Come along with me. I might need your help dismantling the traps he put in the Manor. You two could dismantle his traps in Godric's Hallow in a matter of minutes." I said.

Their faces lit up. "Let's go. The night isn't too long, and we want to make little Dudder's suffer for the pain he put you through." They said. They had this unholy glint in their eyes that promised a world of pain for Dudley, and I know I would enjoy watching them give those idiots the pain and suffering they deserve.

I smiled as they took my hand, and I apparated to Godric's Hollow, and from there, according to Sir Flamel's directions, we started walking to the left. When we started to feel the repelling charms and wards, I began to take down the wards one by one.

Chapter 57