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After the Triwizard Tournament, Hazel Potter goes through an early inheritance brought on by now being considered an adult through the tournament. Through this, she learns secrets Dumbledore never intended for her to know and she vows...
The ritual room was located deep below the manor and was cold, different from the winter temperatures outside. This cold burrowed under your skin to settle amongst every bone in your body. Warming charms were not an option in the ritual room, for any magic could tamper and distort the ritual magic, rendering the whole endeavour useless.
Hyacinth stood barefoot and shivering in a long, flowing white dress with bell sleeves and a boat sweetheart neckline.
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Bellatrix wore a matching dress, while the men wore black, short-sleeved hooded robes that reached the floor. They, too, were barefooted.
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Hyacinth felt a chill run up her spine as the first toll of Midnight sounded in the dimly lit room, and she stepped onto the apex of the pentagram, drawn in the centre of the room, the remaining Horcruxes placed in the very centre of the pentagram. The rest of the manor's occupants took their places at the pentagram, and Hyacinth began to chant.
"Pulvis et umbra sumus,
"Vivamus moriendum est,
"Acta deos numquam mortalia fallunt"
The others followed suit, and Hyacinth felt the magic in the room begin to stir, causing a wind to gain momentum. After the fifth chant, Hyacinth pointed her wand at the pile of Horcruxes in the centre and, with a clockwise motion of her wand, recited the spell "Anima revincire" while the rest continued to chant.
The Horcruxes began to glow and shift, warping as if made of water before they began to hover above the ground. They stayed there for a while, still twisting and glowing before the glow grew brighter and brighter before bursting with a blinding light.
The room's occupants shielded their eyes from the light until the room dimmed again. Each person hesitantly looked to the centre of the pentagram to find where the Horcruxes once were had been replaced by a very naked but very much alive Tom Riddle.
