The Three Keys
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Adult ++
Chapters:
37
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12,956
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398
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Potions Professor to the Rescue
A/N: I do not own any Harry Potter Characters, just my Laurel and her family and anyone else you don’t already recognize.
CHAPTER 5 – POTIONS PROFESSOR TO THE RESCUE
Rafe Palmera, Pacifica’s Potions professor was working late this night. He had come down to his storage room in the caverns to retrieve some especially volatile ingredients that he always had under lock and key. He had to have these items on hand for a difficult potion his class would be working on Monday morning and had just about finished gathering them together when he heard them – the screams.
Screams that echoed through the hallways and corridors – horrible, tortured screams that chilled his blood and sent an ominous shudder jolting down his spine.
He ran at once, wondering if any other staff members were down here this late on a Friday evening. He doubted it, but did not pause to look for help. Rafe knew the wards would be going off if there was dark magic being done, but he could not wait…whoever was screaming, needed him now.
He was getting closers, his wand out and raised, Rafe was alert and ready.
He did not call out in case there were multiple attackers, hoping for the advantage of surprise, but his footsteps were echoing through the passageways…He slowed now, the screams were so intense they sent shockwaves of terror through him. He peered around a corner ready to attack, and waited. But Rafe saw only a lone figure wreathing and thrashing near the main corridor entrance. He’d already known it was a woman by the screams – a small solitary figure lay before him contorted in pain and clutching her chest, every line of her face etched in agony.
“My God!” he breathed as the Professor sank on his knees before the girl. It was Laurel Winters, one of his best students, even in the dim lighting he could make her out clearly.
“LAUREL! he gasped, the fear and urgently of the situation washing over his spirit in icy waves. He grasped the frail girl by her shoulders and pulled her up to his chest, “LAUREL! WHAT IS IT? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?”
Rafe could see her trying to focus, turning her head weakly as a trickle of blood came out from the corner of her mouth as she looked up at him. He gasped seeing her eyes already paled with the augur of death.
“Laurel, quick, you have to tell me if you know, was it a curse?....LAUREL!”
She could no longer speak, managing only a weak nod. Her body began to shake all over, the screaming was silenced.
“Laurel” Professor Palmera spoke softly, but sternly. “You have to tell me quickly, what was it? Laurel, you have to find the strength, please let me help you!” He was trembling and praying this girl would not die in his arms.
Rafe shook her gently as he could, and Laurel’s eyes focused again, she opened her mouth to speak and he bent low, putting her lips close to his ear.
Her voice was raspy, barely audible, but he heard them. She spoke only two words. Two words that sent his heart pounding ferociously in his chest, two words he never thought he would hear – “AMATORE BLASPHEMARE” – The Lovers Curse.
Speaking had taken the last of Laurel’s strength and with a great shuddering breath her eyes rolled and she moved no more.
Professor Palmera’s eyes flew wide looking down at her, stunned - ‘The Lovers Curse.’ Why would someone do this to this sweet girl?
He had not a second to lose, knowing her life was almost gone. Quickly he heaved Laurel up in his arms and began running fast as he could back to the potions storage room. Rafe stumbled and held fast as he raced her back down the dark corridors finally reaching his destination, bursting the door open and laying Laurel on a huge, hewn wooden table at the center of the room.
His hands were shaking as he ran about setting up a cauldron and looking frantically for the proper ingredients. He was sure he had them here…If only he could gather them fast enough…“QUICKLY!” he screamed to himself as he searched the many shelves lined with a bevy of bottles and stopped jars, if he had the proper mix, he could stave death, at least for now…..
Rafe breathed a sigh of relief finding what he needed to mix the “Vita Fascia” potion and began working quickly, methodically.
He looked back at Laurel for a moment to make sure she was still alive. He saw her chest was barely moving, but it was moving. Rafe turned, waving his wand at a huge black cauldron and set it simmering immediately. Carefully, forcing himself to go slow, as mixing the potion was a complicated process, (though the combination was simple enough), he added the ingredients…
Fortunately, this potion blended instantly and acted immediately which was why he chose it. The professor peered closely and upon seeing the brew turn a deep ruby red, swiftly filled a flask and rushed to Laurel’s side. Carefully lifting her head, he opened Laurel’s mouth and pushed on her tongue so the liquid would go down her throat.
He watched her then, waiting for a reaction….
Slowly Laurel’s breathing began to pick up and become less shallow. The professor stroked her hair gently, it was wet, tangled and plastered to her ashen face, which was what he was focused on. Rafe’s eyes never left her face as he continued speaking to her softly, whispering words of encouragement and begging Laurel to open her eyes.
After several minutes she did just that. She opened her eyes. They were tortured, hollow eyes, but they were open…Laurel was alive.
CHAPTER 5 – POTIONS PROFESSOR TO THE RESCUE
Rafe Palmera, Pacifica’s Potions professor was working late this night. He had come down to his storage room in the caverns to retrieve some especially volatile ingredients that he always had under lock and key. He had to have these items on hand for a difficult potion his class would be working on Monday morning and had just about finished gathering them together when he heard them – the screams.
Screams that echoed through the hallways and corridors – horrible, tortured screams that chilled his blood and sent an ominous shudder jolting down his spine.
He ran at once, wondering if any other staff members were down here this late on a Friday evening. He doubted it, but did not pause to look for help. Rafe knew the wards would be going off if there was dark magic being done, but he could not wait…whoever was screaming, needed him now.
He was getting closers, his wand out and raised, Rafe was alert and ready.
He did not call out in case there were multiple attackers, hoping for the advantage of surprise, but his footsteps were echoing through the passageways…He slowed now, the screams were so intense they sent shockwaves of terror through him. He peered around a corner ready to attack, and waited. But Rafe saw only a lone figure wreathing and thrashing near the main corridor entrance. He’d already known it was a woman by the screams – a small solitary figure lay before him contorted in pain and clutching her chest, every line of her face etched in agony.
“My God!” he breathed as the Professor sank on his knees before the girl. It was Laurel Winters, one of his best students, even in the dim lighting he could make her out clearly.
“LAUREL! he gasped, the fear and urgently of the situation washing over his spirit in icy waves. He grasped the frail girl by her shoulders and pulled her up to his chest, “LAUREL! WHAT IS IT? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?”
Rafe could see her trying to focus, turning her head weakly as a trickle of blood came out from the corner of her mouth as she looked up at him. He gasped seeing her eyes already paled with the augur of death.
“Laurel, quick, you have to tell me if you know, was it a curse?....LAUREL!”
She could no longer speak, managing only a weak nod. Her body began to shake all over, the screaming was silenced.
“Laurel” Professor Palmera spoke softly, but sternly. “You have to tell me quickly, what was it? Laurel, you have to find the strength, please let me help you!” He was trembling and praying this girl would not die in his arms.
Rafe shook her gently as he could, and Laurel’s eyes focused again, she opened her mouth to speak and he bent low, putting her lips close to his ear.
Her voice was raspy, barely audible, but he heard them. She spoke only two words. Two words that sent his heart pounding ferociously in his chest, two words he never thought he would hear – “AMATORE BLASPHEMARE” – The Lovers Curse.
Speaking had taken the last of Laurel’s strength and with a great shuddering breath her eyes rolled and she moved no more.
Professor Palmera’s eyes flew wide looking down at her, stunned - ‘The Lovers Curse.’ Why would someone do this to this sweet girl?
He had not a second to lose, knowing her life was almost gone. Quickly he heaved Laurel up in his arms and began running fast as he could back to the potions storage room. Rafe stumbled and held fast as he raced her back down the dark corridors finally reaching his destination, bursting the door open and laying Laurel on a huge, hewn wooden table at the center of the room.
His hands were shaking as he ran about setting up a cauldron and looking frantically for the proper ingredients. He was sure he had them here…If only he could gather them fast enough…“QUICKLY!” he screamed to himself as he searched the many shelves lined with a bevy of bottles and stopped jars, if he had the proper mix, he could stave death, at least for now…..
Rafe breathed a sigh of relief finding what he needed to mix the “Vita Fascia” potion and began working quickly, methodically.
He looked back at Laurel for a moment to make sure she was still alive. He saw her chest was barely moving, but it was moving. Rafe turned, waving his wand at a huge black cauldron and set it simmering immediately. Carefully, forcing himself to go slow, as mixing the potion was a complicated process, (though the combination was simple enough), he added the ingredients…
Fortunately, this potion blended instantly and acted immediately which was why he chose it. The professor peered closely and upon seeing the brew turn a deep ruby red, swiftly filled a flask and rushed to Laurel’s side. Carefully lifting her head, he opened Laurel’s mouth and pushed on her tongue so the liquid would go down her throat.
He watched her then, waiting for a reaction….
Slowly Laurel’s breathing began to pick up and become less shallow. The professor stroked her hair gently, it was wet, tangled and plastered to her ashen face, which was what he was focused on. Rafe’s eyes never left her face as he continued speaking to her softly, whispering words of encouragement and begging Laurel to open her eyes.
After several minutes she did just that. She opened her eyes. They were tortured, hollow eyes, but they were open…Laurel was alive.