Zak Turner - A Twist In Time Page 4
“ENERVATE!”
This time he got a reaction as the porter’s eyes instantly popped open, and a surprised look crossed his face. After a few seconds, he realised where he was, and who was standing over him pointing his wand at him, and he sat up quickly.
Bad move. His head began to spin and he immediately lay back down again.
“What happened to me?”
“You got hit by an exploding portal, Albert, and in my view you’re fairly lucky to be alive, not least because we just had to experiment on you to revive you! Try and move as soon as you can, there’s a good chap, because we need to know how quickly the effects of the portal magic wear off.”
Albert closed his eyes, and turned his head slowly from side-to-side, checking to see how dizzy he really was. After a minute, he gingerly tried to sit up again, and this time managed to get fully upright.
“It’s not the magic headmaster, it’s my age! If you tried sitting bolt upright ten seconds after you’d been unconscious, you’d go dizzy too!”
“Quite likely, my dear chap, quite likely! Okay, time to try on a student I think. Cleo, can you wake up our second porter, Rab, please, for a practise.”
The headmaster found that he only needed about half the power he’d used to wake up Albert when he was reviving the students, and he systematically set off round the room one way while his deputy head went the other. By the time the last student was sitting up twenty minutes later, they were both feeling exhausted.
The last student that is, except Zak and Tallion. They were the only ones suffering complete depletion of magical energy, and the headmaster agreed to let Nurse Salvae take them to the infirmary to let them rest and see if their energy levels started to recover before blasting them with an Enervate. He’d made sure they were well out of sight before he revived any of the Malchus children!
It was only at this point that the headmaster suddenly realised that Sir Philip was probably unaware that his son was still alive. He quickly sent him a messenger, and asked him to come to the school.
He sent a revived student back through each of the three working portals to tell the waiting students it was now safe come in to the school, and then fixed the other stalled portals one by one. He went through each one himself to test it before he would allow students to go through, and soon the portal room was alive with excited, chattering students again as the normal first-day-of-term chaos resumed. The headmaster looked at his deputy head and mouthed the words, “That’s more like it!”
She just shook her head in exasperation!
* * *
Sir Philip arrived through the Raby portal about five minutes after he got the headmaster’s messenger, having left two shadow-wizards guarding the destroyed Kirkstall cellar and the half-buried body of the seventh year student.
After explaining quickly what had happened in the Abbey, he headed to the infirmary to see his sons. The headmaster put the deputy head in charge of the school and went immediately to Kirkstall Abbey.
Sir Philip found Zak and Tallion in adjacent beds in the main ward of the infirmary. He’d been in these very beds on a number of occasions during his school career, usually after a particularly bruising Balayage match. He winced to see his son in here though, before he’d even been through his house selection ceremony!
Nurse Salvae told the baronet that she was going to let the boys rest until five thirty, to give their bodies a natural rest, and then, if their magic was showing signs of recovery, they would revive them in time for the Welcome Banquet and the house selection process.
“Sometimes we just need to let nature take its course Sir Philip. I can’t believe that these two have been at death’s door yet again! At least it wasn’t their parents’ fault this time!”
The baronet wasn’t so sure about the last bit, but settled himself down on a chair that he’d conjured between the boys’ beds, and decided to just wait there with them. He wasn’t usually someone to sit waiting by a bed, but he’d found himself in this situation twice now since Zak Turner had burst into his son’s life.
* * *
Antares Malchus was unpleasant at the best of times. At the worst of times, he was downright dangerous. To say that he was a little bit annoyed with the outcome of his attack on the Middlehams was putting it mildly; he was positively seething, his eyes flashing dangerously.
What should have been the simplest thing to achieve, the killing of an unsuspecting adult and a defenceless child, seemed to have gone completely awry! He could almost reconcile himself with Sir Philip having bested his placemen at the Wizard Council. Almost, but not quite. No-one failed Antares Malchus in such a way and went unpunished.
But to have failed to kill the boy?! That was pathetic beyond belief! His spy at Kirkstall had relayed what she’d seen of the battle, but she hadn’t witnessed the scenes in the cloister. Malchus therefore didn’t know that it was Zak and Tallion themselves who’d withstood his experienced assassins, but assumed it must have been some other wizard protectors. His spy had also relayed news about the aftermath, and the arrival of Sir Philip himself at the scene.
He hadn’t heard from any of his assassins since the attacks either, and was therefore missing plenty of crucial details. He was beginning to realise that they must have been killed or captured themselves otherwise they would have returned. If they had survived, they’d feel his anger following such an abysmal failure!
He stood up and hurled an Obliterate spell at the wall, smashing a hole right through into the next room. Why was everyone so WEAK!
He closed his eyes and stopped pacing the room, breathing deeply. This was the first time that anyone had withstood him since he began to walk this murderous pathway to paganism, and he was determined that it would be the last! The Middlehams would now become an almost impossible target, as extra security would spring up all around them. He’d have to carry on his campaign in a different manner, for the time being.
He’d get them both in the end though, their survival this time only made their eventual destruction all the more inevitable.
* * *
Professor Trell used the portal to Raby Castle, and then ported to Kirkstall Abbey, straight to the Warming Room outside the hidden cellar. He arrived just as the construction wizards started to clear things away so that they could restore the collapsed roof above the cellar. There was about an hour’s work ahead of them to return it all to its former ruined state.
Their first act was to free Ross Burns’ body from the rubble, and with tears running down his cheeks, the headmaster levitated his former student onto a stretcher and conjured a sheet to cover him. This young man, who held such promise, who’d been so selfless and loyal, had now left them, pushed into the world beyond. As a wizard, Orion Trell knew that death was but a doorway to the next life, but to cross the threshold so young was still a tragedy in all respects.
There was a solemn silence as everyone present paid their respects to Ross, and then the headmaster tenderly moved his body to one side. The construction wizards rapidly set about levitating and magically fixing the Abbey stonework, putting every stone back in place. They were about fifteen minutes into the job when they uncovered a foot protruding from the rubble, and paused.
“Professor Trell, there’s another body in here. It has to be a wizard, there’s no way anyone else could have been in the room.”
“Keep going with the restoration Remus, I don’t know who it is, but I know why he was there, and what he did before the roof collapsed. We’ll get him out in due course.”
“Right you are boss!”
The headmaster watched the construction wizards lift the rock and rubble piece by piece, and fix it all back in place, slowly revealing the body in the cellar. Although he was badly injured, Federic Gelert’s face had somehow survived almost unscathed. The headmaster recognised him as one of Malchus’ henchmen, and knew him to be a skilled fighter. Strong emotions ran through the headmaster’s mind when he thought about what the man had been doing when he died,
but mixed in amongst them was admiration, if not awe, that the two eleven-year-olds had withstood such a notorious assassin!
The workmen magically pulled Gelert’s body from the rubble and laid it to one side as the restoration work rushed onwards. Time was of the essence, and they had to get everything back to normal as fast as possible so that the non-magical community didn’t realise that something was going on. Shadow-wizards were patrolling the abbey grounds surreptitiously casting charms on passers-by who showed too much interest, and concealing the activity in the ruins. The headmaster spotted the assassin’s wand amongst the rubble, and summoned it, pocketing it deep inside his robes.
A few minutes later a hand was uncovered, but this time the construction wizards simply glanced at the headmaster who gestured for them to keep going. It wasn't long before Niall McNair’s corpse was revealed, and he too was magically dragged from the rubble, together with his wand. The workmen laid him next to his fellow assassin, and his wand joined its compatriot inside the headmaster’s robes. Both would be regressed by experts at the Wizard Council to identify the crimes these men had committed not just that day, but during their whole adult lives.
The restoration was almost complete when the headmaster sent a messenger to the clerk of the Wizard Council asking him to convene a special meeting that night at eleven p.m. to discuss the events of the day.
“That’s it Professor Trell,” announced a satisfied looking Remus Pollard, the leader of the team of construction wizards. “It’s as good as new, well, as good as newly ruined!”
“Thank you Remus, it certainly looks as decrepit as before! I’ll recreate the portal and the false wall into the hidden cellar. The bodies of these two will be taken away by the shadow-wizards, who will be on guard until we’ve left.”
“Right you are Professor, we’ll be off then. Come on lads, time for a pint an’ a bite at the Howling Hound in London.”
Before they left, the construction wizards lined up and bowed their heads once more towards the body of Ross Burns, a few tears leaking down the cheeks of those who were parents. Then with a final nod towards the professor, they ported away with a series of whooshes.
* * *
Nurse Salvae checked over Zak and Tallion at about five thirty, and the pleased look on her face told Sir Philip, even before she opened her mouth, that they were already recovering.
“Normally I’d have left them here overnight Sir Philip, however, we want them to go through the selection process, and no doubt it will be politically expedient for them to show their faces at the Banquet? Before I revive them though, I want to do a thorough inspection of Tallion’s back. He got the full blast of the Libra Mortis, and I’m at a bit of a loss to know how he survived.”
Professor Trell arrived just in time to see Nurse Salvae cast a skilful levitation spell on Tallion, lifting and turning him over so that he was lying on his front. She then pulled down the bed sheet and lifted up his shirt.
All three adults made a sharp intake of breath as they saw that Tallion’s back was now raw and blackened, with a jagged scar developing between his shoulder blades. It was obvious now that the curse had definitely hit him, but somehow he’d survived!
“Good heavens!” exclaimed Nurse Salvae. “Why didn’t these injuries show up when we used the Revelio charms earlier?”
“It’s the first time anyone has survived a Libra Mortis, Honor, therefore it may well be the first time anyone has ever had such injuries.”
The headmaster leaned forward and cast some more Revelio charms over Tallion’s back, and sure enough, the charms revealed nothing!
“Extraordinary...” muttered the headmaster. “Did you look at his back when he came in Honor?”
“Yes Orion, and there was nothing visible at all, this has all developed in the last hour!” exclaimed the nurse, in quite a flap about it.
“We should check Zak too,” said Sir Philip turning to the next bed. “I understand that he was close to fireplace too.”
Nurse Salvae nodded, quickly performed the same levitation spell on Zak. She pulled down the sheet, and lifted his shirt as they all held their breath. There was some mild inflammation, and some flash burns, but there was no blackness or scar.
“Well, I guess he was only hit by the magic from the exploding portal, which must have been free from the more lethal elements of the curse. I think I can heal this with normal magic,” affirmed the nurse, and proceeded to wave her wand over Zak’s back. Sure enough, the inflammation and the burns faded away, leaving no sign of injury. After a few more Revelio charms, she pronounced herself satisfied that Zak was fine, apart from his magical energy having become totally depleted.
“That’s a bit of a mystery though! Tallion we could maybe explain by saying that the curse drained his energy, but Zak…?”
Sir Philip was pretty sure he knew what had happened and looked at the headmaster with raised eyebrows. The headmaster nodded, but said nothing. Nurse Salvae, however, was a very clever mediwitch, and glanced up at Sir Philip as she spoke.
“It’s almost as if Zak shared his magical power with Tallion, but that would require some kind of magical bond if I’m not mistaken?”
“No-one must know Honor, please,” said the baronet quietly, glancing round to see if any of the other students might have overheard, but they were all magically asleep courtesy of some restful sleep potions.
The school nurse nodded, several things were now slotting into place in her mind. “Well, be that as it may, I still don’t understand how Tallion survived. Orion, have you any ideas?”
The headmaster appeared to be deep in thought, staring at the injuries on Tallion’s back. The scar, which had been a faint pink line when they first saw it, had already grown more vivid just in the last few minutes. Sir Philip was looking lovingly at his injured son, and shook his head slowly.
“Magical theory states that the Libra Mortis drains all the life energy from the victim,” said the headmaster thoughtfully, “and that’s why they die. It is possible, I suppose, that it only drains a certain amount of energy, and that if you have more than that amount then you’ll live. Because no one else has ever been hit by the curse and lived, that theory has never been seriously advanced or investigated. It’s not exactly something that you can test. We seem to have decided that Zak supplied all his magical energy to Tallion, so maybe between them they had enough for Tallion to survive?”
Nurse Salvae wasn’t aware of just how overwhelmingly powerful the two eleven-year-old wizards were, so it seemed like a rather fanciful explanation to her, but Sir Philip and Professor Trell knew, and were pretty much convinced that the theory must be right. A magical first!
“Honor, it’s very important for the boy’s safety that it does not become known that Tallion was hit by a Libra Mortis.”
The headmaster was looking at the school nurse in a very penetrating manner, and she almost flinched as she nodded in response.
“That absolutely must remain a secret between the three of us, and the boys of course, but I’ll leave you to tell them Philip.”
The baronet just nodded.
Nurse Salvae looked enquiringly at the headmaster, and asked, “Do you want me to try and heal him? We need to revive them both very soon if they are to attend the Banquet?”
“Yes please, do your best Honor.”
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Nurse Salvae treated Tallion as well as she could, but the flesh injuries were very stubborn, and didn’t really respond to her magic. It was almost as if the skin around the scar was cursed! A lot of research was going to be needed to work out how to heal this injury.
Professor Trell then revived the two boys, along with the other students who’d been seriously injured, and by six o’clock, the infirmary was empty, and everyone’s attention focussed on the Banqueting Hall for the new first years house selection ceremony.
Nurse Salvae took Zak, Tallion, and the other injured first year, Tommy Smith, into one of the ante-rooms next to the Ba
nqueting Hall. Tommy had been going down the stairs when the Kirkstall Portal exploded, and had been crushed by people falling on top of him. The other first years were already waiting in the ante-room, and turned to stare at the three newcomers as they walked in.
The first-years from Upper Nettleton recognised Zak and Tallion, and smiled at them. Robert, who was standing next to Sartrina, looked particularly pleased to see them, and Sartrina grinned as she surreptitiously waved them over to join her. The deputy headmistress had been explaining how the selection process worked with the Divining Orb, and turned as the door opened.
“Ah, boys. I’m glad you’ve managed to join us, I trust that you’re all feeling better after your rather abrupt arrival at the school?”
“Yes Miss,” Zak and Tallion replied in unison, followed just half a second later by Tommy, all of them going a bit pink as they answered. Zak and Tallion had never met the deputy head before, even though they’d been to the school several times during the summer. They scuttled over to Sartrina and Robert, whilst Tommy shuffled off to join the other first-years who’d come with him from Hawkstone.
“Good, good,” continued the deputy head. “I’m Professor McCathie, deputy head and potions teacher. I’ll be looking after you here until the selection ceremony is complete, and then later I’ll be taking your potions lessons.”
The deputy head walked over to another door in the room, and opened it to reveal the Banqueting Hall with nearly nine hundred chattering students sitting at the long benches. The Divining Orb was placed prominently on the circular platform in the middle of the room. The first years’ hearts sank, and they began to panic as they realised that they had to walk all the way along the platform to the Orb, and then go through the selection process right in the middle of the room!
Even Sartrina turned a little pale, but she was determined to go through with it, come what may.
“Remember, when I call out your name, just walk along the platform to the Orb and place both hands on it like I showed you. It will speak into your mind and tell you which house you’re in, and will also glow with the house colour.”