Aaric was quickly informed of what had happened in the graveyard as he returned to the castle to check on Harry, who was still recovering.

“So… do you have bad thoughts? Like, you know, strangling people?” Aaric asked with a straight face.

Harry shifted awkwardly, then gave a reluctant nod. “Well… only one.”

Aaric gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “I need to tell Mum we’ve got a little Voldemort here.” He spun on his heel in mock horror, only for Harry to kick him squarely in the back. Aaric stumbled forward, laughing.

After visiting Harry, Aaric went to meet Simon, who was seated in the library, calmly reading through an old tome. Aaric didn’t waste time.

“How strong is he?” Aaric asked.

Simon looked up from the book, considering for a moment, before shrugging lightly. “He is strong… the strongest opponent I have ever faced. But,” he closed the book with a soft thump, “I would have won in the end.”

Aaric nodded. That was the obvious answer in his mind—after all, Simon was his father. Still, he leaned forward with interest. “What kind of spells did he use? Anything new?”

Simon closed the book and told Aaric about the fight” He had a cloak, it helped him levitate and made him feel like a Dementor.” Simon mentioned as he explained the fight to which Aaric’s eyes had stars in them.

Aaric ran away after a bit muttering something about more drops as Simon went back to his reading with a shake of his head and a chuckle.

Aaric soon approached Thimrill, excitement practically buzzing in his tone. “Are there places with… you know, a lot of Dementors?”

Thimrill raised an eyebrow at the strange request, his expression unreadable. “There is one such place. An island. It was once a site of great tragedy, and now it is haunted by Dementors that gather there endlessly.”

Aaric’s eyes gleamed. “Perfect. Can you take me there? Please? I want to… get some things from them.”

Thimrill studied him for a long moment, then gave a small nod. “Only if I accompany you. It has been long since I have exerted myself.”

“You’ve got a deal!” Aaric agreed instantly.

Lightning cracked where they were standing, and in the next blink they were gone.

They reappeared with a flash of lightning on a barren island blanketed in ice. The air was frigid, the ground fractured and lifeless, the horizon nothing but white and grey.

They did not have to wait long. A swarm of Dementors came rushing at them, screeching, their cloaks whipping violently in the frozen wind. They descended like a starving pack, desperate for a meal.

Aaric grinned and summoned a silver flame in his palm, ready to strike—yet before he could even move, the storm itself answered.

Thunder split the clouds, and bolts of white lightning rained down from above. Each strike tore through the Dementors, scattering their twisted forms. Large groups fell in a single flash, their shrieks lost to the roaring storm.

Thimrill stepped forward, raising his staff. Cracks appeared in the very air around the Dementors—sharp, precise fractures in space itself. With a subtle motion, those fractures closed, crushing and compressing the creatures into nothingness.

Another wave of his staff, and pillars of lightning crashed down, connecting sky and earth. In that instant, the Dementors were obliterated. Nothing remained but shredded cloaks and scattered stones across the ice.

Thimrill then extended his hand. The tattered cloaks and fragments of stone shuddered, then flashed, vanishing from the battlefield and reappearing neatly at their feet.

All the while, Aaric stood to the side, flame still flickering in his palm. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t cast a single spell. At last, he closed his hand, extinguishing the fire with a faint shrug.

“…Thank you,” he said flatly, almost robotic in tone.

Thimrill bowed respectfully. “I am here to serve.”

Aaric gave him a side-eye, clearly unconvinced by the theatrics. Before he could reply, movement on the horizon caught his attention.

From the shadows of the ice came a new threat. A pack of massive wolves, their fur pitch black and streaked with crimson patterns, padded toward them. Their eyes gleamed like blood as they growled low and hungry. Slithering beside them were snakes as long as tree trunks, their scales gleaming an unnatural red.

Aaric raised an eyebrow at the sight. For a moment, he considered. Then he gave a small shrug. “Yeah… nope. We’ve got what we came for. Take us back.”

Thimrill gave a sharp nod. A second later, another flash of lightning consumed them, and the icy island was gone.

A/n: A short chapter today, i did not have much time.

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