The 4th curse
written by Roland Targaryen
We know that there are 3 unforgivable curses: The Killing Curse(Avada Kedavra) which kills its target in an instant. The Cruciatus Curse(Crucio) which tortures the chosen target. The Imperius Curse(Imperio) which can be used to control somebody. These have been the 3 unforgivable curses... until now. Read the lines of this book, as a new curse is raising to existence and innovates the dark arts like no other. It links it's victim to a whole other expierence, worse than death,as the spell takes something really precious away from them-youth. Watch a 11 year-old's struggle to defeat this new form of dark magic and rescue his beloved ones from its gasp.Untrained and really naive, he will need all the support, as he meets many new friends. as well as the wicked witch who started all of this.
Last Updated
05/31/21
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The day of the decision
Chapter 4
Roland just finished writing in his abandoned diary.
He was waiting quietly for his wizard psychologist, Burta, to appear.
He was sitting alone on a couch, opposing the door which was the entrance to the doctor's office, when the psychologist himself appeared, Roland saluted him with a shy "Good morning".
"How have you been? You still have nightmares?" he asked the 11 year old boy.
"Yes... " he answered.
A tiredness like no other can be see in the child's eyes, because of the nightmares he had had he couldn't sleep.
"Are they that clear like before?" the doctor asked.
"In some way or another, they aren't that intense but they began to be a little more shorter" he replied.
"As i see... more derived occlumency is needed, that means our method works and your nightmares begin to dissapear.
"Are you sure we need more of that?.. I really hate occlumency" said Roland while getting a little nervous.
"I am sorry, but there is no other cure for that... " said the doctor with a sad but stern look on his face.
Derived occlumency is a modern variation of occlumency which helps the subconscious digest the traumas of the past. It works just like normal occlumency but with a pendulum.
Roland lies down the couch in the doctor's office, a faint stray of light sneaked through the window and illuminated the pale face of the child.
He closed his eyes.
"Let's begin" said the doctor.
Burta is able to cast these spells non-verbally, he casted it, got out his pendulum and starts to rotate it in the air,over the child's body.
"What do you see?" he asked the boy.
"I see my sister...." he said
"What is she doing?" Burta asked.
"She's getting cursed by the witch!!!" he said nervously.
"Everything is in flames, this is a disaster!!" he continued very upsetly.
"Forget about it!! Try to bring your vision in another direction!Think of a place where you used to play or something, think of Bucharest or the forest!!" Burta advised the 11 year-old.
"I am in the forest with ... " Roland said.
"with who? " the doctor asked him with really much curiosity.
" with Tudor.." he continued.
"Yes.. are you safe? " the doctor asked.
"I think so, we are playing hide and seek" Roland proclaimed."But something is different.."
"Different is good, is the first piece in the chain of forgetting.." the doctor observed.
Roland stood in silence for few minutes, and after that he started to see really disturbing images.
"The forest is in flames... and tudor burns with it... and the wicked witch... "
"The wicked witch hasn't been seen since the party, i think you shouldn't worry about her now..... think of another place.. or..." said
the Doctor really fast, but he was still interrupted.
"EVERYBODY IS THERE, HANGING, AND I CAN'T DO ANYTHING!" Roland shouted.
"Oh.. that's a bad thing... FINITE INCATATEM" the doctor shouted.
Roland woke up from his visions.
He was crying.
"I am sorry you have to be put through these..." said Burta, hugging the boy.
Roland's tears were of a crocodile size.
"But you have to endure more... for you own good" the doctor said, with the same look on his face.
"Can i go now, doctor?" Roland asked the psychologist still crying.
"Of course, our session is over" he said. "You can go to the living and travel by flue powder".
Since Targaryen(Roland's dad) worried about the wicked witch, his sons could travel only by flue powder(and they also were restricted from playing in the woods or anywhere outside).
He went to the fireplace in the doctor's big living room, which i don't really want to describe(as it was just an everyday living room).
He stood in the fire place, he grabbed some powder and then shouted "Targaryen residence".
The next momment he was in his house, in the living.
His father was siting on a couch, when he appeared.
"How it was? " he asked his son.
"Like all the time.." Roland answered.
Targaryen hugged his 11 year old son.
"Dad..." Roland said.
"Yes?" he asks.
"I am.... turning 11 tomorow...." Roland said with a shy look.
"Well it's too early to say 'Happy birthday'... "" his father said.
"I ... I .... I... want... to study magic." Roland said the sentence at last.
"I knew you would ask this one day." his father said."Unfortunately, you aren't ready yet..."
"Maybe i am not ready, but .. if you talk about the nightmares, i can make them disappear..." said Roland, trying to convince his hot-headed father.
"Yes, but.. .are you sure you are going to be okay?" the father asked.
"I am sure... Hogwarts isn't that bad...and i am sure i would make friends... and... " Roland said.
"I can't let you out, what if the evil witch... ..."
"The evil witch will have a really hard time breaking into Hogwarts, dad" Tudor said, entering the living.
"Tudor?" Targaryen was looking curious at his 14 year old son.
"But still ... i wouldn't like to be seen as a lunatic with a little brother that's having delusions, and i also don't want to babysit him.."
"THIS WON'T BE YOUR CHOICE... he is your LITTLE brother and you need to take care of him!" Targaryen was looking really angry at his son, to an extent he would even slap him."Your mother would turn you into a toilet decoration and observe how you smell people's defecations!"
"Except she won't because she's asleep and as well be dead ... " Tudor said.
Targaryen slapped Tudor, his face turned red in a fraction of a second.
Since the party, Roland's and Tudor''s relationship have been even more distant, to a state where they would have fights often.
"Who would invite a lunatic like him anyway?" Tudor asked.
Roland looked at his older brother with disgust.
The next momment a letter fell in by the door.
Roland ran to the door and opened the letter.
Ironically, it was Roland's invitation to Hogwarts.
Roland jumped in a shy happiness.
"Well... i guess it's setled then.. " Roland said.
"Of course it is... i am going to write up everything we need, as a week is a short time and the school year will starts shortly"
"I can't believe this... now i have to.. " Tudor continued.
"Shut up, you are grounded" said Targaryen interrupting his son.
"But there is just a week left out of the vacation, for how long do you plan to ground me?" Tudor asks his father.
"There is summer next year too, kiddo" Targaryen said.
Tudor shut his mouth.
Roland was happy about that.
He was waiting quietly for his wizard psychologist, Burta, to appear.
He was sitting alone on a couch, opposing the door which was the entrance to the doctor's office, when the psychologist himself appeared, Roland saluted him with a shy "Good morning".
"How have you been? You still have nightmares?" he asked the 11 year old boy.
"Yes... " he answered.
A tiredness like no other can be see in the child's eyes, because of the nightmares he had had he couldn't sleep.
"Are they that clear like before?" the doctor asked.
"In some way or another, they aren't that intense but they began to be a little more shorter" he replied.
"As i see... more derived occlumency is needed, that means our method works and your nightmares begin to dissapear.
"Are you sure we need more of that?.. I really hate occlumency" said Roland while getting a little nervous.
"I am sorry, but there is no other cure for that... " said the doctor with a sad but stern look on his face.
Derived occlumency is a modern variation of occlumency which helps the subconscious digest the traumas of the past. It works just like normal occlumency but with a pendulum.
Roland lies down the couch in the doctor's office, a faint stray of light sneaked through the window and illuminated the pale face of the child.
He closed his eyes.
"Let's begin" said the doctor.
Burta is able to cast these spells non-verbally, he casted it, got out his pendulum and starts to rotate it in the air,over the child's body.
"What do you see?" he asked the boy.
"I see my sister...." he said
"What is she doing?" Burta asked.
"She's getting cursed by the witch!!!" he said nervously.
"Everything is in flames, this is a disaster!!" he continued very upsetly.
"Forget about it!! Try to bring your vision in another direction!Think of a place where you used to play or something, think of Bucharest or the forest!!" Burta advised the 11 year-old.
"I am in the forest with ... " Roland said.
"with who? " the doctor asked him with really much curiosity.
" with Tudor.." he continued.
"Yes.. are you safe? " the doctor asked.
"I think so, we are playing hide and seek" Roland proclaimed."But something is different.."
"Different is good, is the first piece in the chain of forgetting.." the doctor observed.
Roland stood in silence for few minutes, and after that he started to see really disturbing images.
"The forest is in flames... and tudor burns with it... and the wicked witch... "
"The wicked witch hasn't been seen since the party, i think you shouldn't worry about her now..... think of another place.. or..." said
the Doctor really fast, but he was still interrupted.
"EVERYBODY IS THERE, HANGING, AND I CAN'T DO ANYTHING!" Roland shouted.
"Oh.. that's a bad thing... FINITE INCATATEM" the doctor shouted.
Roland woke up from his visions.
He was crying.
"I am sorry you have to be put through these..." said Burta, hugging the boy.
Roland's tears were of a crocodile size.
"But you have to endure more... for you own good" the doctor said, with the same look on his face.
"Can i go now, doctor?" Roland asked the psychologist still crying.
"Of course, our session is over" he said. "You can go to the living and travel by flue powder".
Since Targaryen(Roland's dad) worried about the wicked witch, his sons could travel only by flue powder(and they also were restricted from playing in the woods or anywhere outside).
He went to the fireplace in the doctor's big living room, which i don't really want to describe(as it was just an everyday living room).
He stood in the fire place, he grabbed some powder and then shouted "Targaryen residence".
The next momment he was in his house, in the living.
His father was siting on a couch, when he appeared.
"How it was? " he asked his son.
"Like all the time.." Roland answered.
Targaryen hugged his 11 year old son.
"Dad..." Roland said.
"Yes?" he asks.
"I am.... turning 11 tomorow...." Roland said with a shy look.
"Well it's too early to say 'Happy birthday'... "" his father said.
"I ... I .... I... want... to study magic." Roland said the sentence at last.
"I knew you would ask this one day." his father said."Unfortunately, you aren't ready yet..."
"Maybe i am not ready, but .. if you talk about the nightmares, i can make them disappear..." said Roland, trying to convince his hot-headed father.
"Yes, but.. .are you sure you are going to be okay?" the father asked.
"I am sure... Hogwarts isn't that bad...and i am sure i would make friends... and... " Roland said.
"I can't let you out, what if the evil witch... ..."
"The evil witch will have a really hard time breaking into Hogwarts, dad" Tudor said, entering the living.
"Tudor?" Targaryen was looking curious at his 14 year old son.
"But still ... i wouldn't like to be seen as a lunatic with a little brother that's having delusions, and i also don't want to babysit him.."
"THIS WON'T BE YOUR CHOICE... he is your LITTLE brother and you need to take care of him!" Targaryen was looking really angry at his son, to an extent he would even slap him."Your mother would turn you into a toilet decoration and observe how you smell people's defecations!"
"Except she won't because she's asleep and as well be dead ... " Tudor said.
Targaryen slapped Tudor, his face turned red in a fraction of a second.
Since the party, Roland's and Tudor''s relationship have been even more distant, to a state where they would have fights often.
"Who would invite a lunatic like him anyway?" Tudor asked.
Roland looked at his older brother with disgust.
The next momment a letter fell in by the door.
Roland ran to the door and opened the letter.
Ironically, it was Roland's invitation to Hogwarts.
Roland jumped in a shy happiness.
"Well... i guess it's setled then.. " Roland said.
"Of course it is... i am going to write up everything we need, as a week is a short time and the school year will starts shortly"
"I can't believe this... now i have to.. " Tudor continued.
"Shut up, you are grounded" said Targaryen interrupting his son.
"But there is just a week left out of the vacation, for how long do you plan to ground me?" Tudor asks his father.
"There is summer next year too, kiddo" Targaryen said.
Tudor shut his mouth.
Roland was happy about that.
