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.
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Brothers having a quarrel and ghosts
Chapter 5
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Orion Oshiro (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms Targaryen,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Sofia Elena Castillo
Deputy Headmistress
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1.Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2.One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3.One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4.One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble"
This letter brought so much happiness to Roland, he was about to explode when he got the letter.
There were only 7 days that separated him from Hogwarts.
He began by packing him clothes and such, in his dorm room which was on the second floor.
He packed in with him shirts, jeans, socks , scarfs for winter, winter gloves, jackets, the list could go on.
As he was packing his stuff in the bag, he heard somebody knock at his door.
"Come in" said Roland.
It was Tudor.
"Packing in? Eh?" Tudor asked his little brother.
Roland looked suspiciously at his older sibling.
"Yes, i am... i can't wait to go at Hogwarts." Roland claimed, while he was packing his diary.
"Just promise me one thing... " Tudor said.
"What?" Roland asked.
"That you won't do any of the stuff you did here, at home." Tudor said with a face that looked so intimdating for Roland.
"I don't understand..." said Roland
"That you won't be such an attention whore..." said Tudor.
"Attention whore?!" Roland asked a little more loudly.
"Your tantrums... your nightmares, do you really think i don't know you just do this for attention?" said Tudor laughing.
"IDIOT!" shouted Roland loudly.
"Idiot? I just want to not be seened as a lunatic with a brother like you, if you want attention please, at least beg for it by making stupid things or whatever..." said Tudor, but his words were cut short by Roland.
"So... you THINK that i just go through this Occulemency or whatever just because i want attention?"
"Oh don't feed me with stuff like that... You never actually did... "
"So.... after what happened at the party... you think i wouldn't remain without any scars?"
"The party has had place 3 years ago."
"And what's your point?"
"It has been 3 years, wouldn't that scar heal by now?Mother is asleep and will remain like that forever, so will Daenerys... so what's your point? Can't you accept it?I could so why couldn't you?"
"So just because you could that means everyone can? You are such a douche!"
"You are such a drama queen."
"king."
"I don't really think that.."
"LISTEN! I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE, NOT MOM!"
Tudor listened to him in silence.
"True." he finally said.
"Listen, i do not know what's your point, but i suggest you don't talk to me on the train, not even at Hogwarts" said Roland, opening the door so he could banish his older brother out of his dorm.
"I won't, let's see who will talk to a lunatic like you... and what house you will be sorted in...I heard lunatics are often unsorted, what wand will choose you? a stick?" said Tudor, walking out the room.
"Get out and I hope you will be kidnapped by a boggart, i heard they like things that breaks mirrors, your face will just make it! "Roland said this angrily, after that he shut the door in his brother's face.
"UGH" said Roland.
Roland fell in anxiety again.
Again.
Just when the" sun began to show on his street" as romanians would say.
A while later, he finished packing his stuff.
He finally quit his room, he had been there for hours.
He entered an izolated room.
He heared a strange voice singing.
There...
In the center...
On a white bed...
There was his mother...
Sleeping like no other...
And on her left side...
There with no deny...
There was the boy's sister...
All this looked sinister.
And on her right side...
There with no deny...
There was the eldest brother...
The heir of the father...
On first sight they sleep well
But if you get close...
You'll see the hell
Mother and children
they together fell.
On the darkest hours of night,
They feel the plight,
Of their worst thoughts,
given to them like shots
By the horors of worst kinds
Ghosts, banshees, and all the odds
They torture the souls of the cursed ones.
As they loose youth, all that's love and all that's nice.
They win death, with all its spice.
And there is the culprit standing,
Winning their youth pretending
To not be laughing
about the fire
that is about to consume
the tortured souls that are immune
They try to refuse.
The wicked infuse
Of all the torture
So they would wake up finally,
After all the blasphemy
So the everything would end nicely.
But hope is short...
So is their time...
To fight back...
The curse of slumber..
The hex of lords
And the jinx of gods
Will they succeed despite all the odds?
There are on the right side, Roland saw a ghost.
A ghost Daenerys...
But which Daenerys?
He approached the unidentified object with a shy movement, as he looked curious at her.
"I am happy that i can meet you, son." said the ghost lady.
"Are you Daenerys?" asked Roland, approaching his mother's bed.
"Yes, but i am not your sister... i am the daughter of the mad king..." she said.
Roland looked suprised, scared.
"I have never seen you here before..." said Roland looking at the ghost.
"That's because i have been hiding for centuries now." said Daenerys.
"So you know about the curse?" Roland asked, while he was petting his sister's forehead.
"Yes... and i feel sorry about them, i always think about the fact that if my father was alive that witch would be killed on the spot!" said Daenerys, looking through the window.
"I also heard your quarrel with your brother, Roland." said Daenerys, looking now at the young boy.
"I just don't get why he is angry..." said Roland trying to defend himself.
"You shouldn't take his words seriously, he is affected about the situation just as much as you.."
"I am afraid a little now of Hogwarts, what if his words are true?" Roland asked, doubting himself.
"I am not sure about that... but i am sure that i can give you some help..." said Daenerys.
"How? I mean... he told some serious stuff to me... like my wand and all that... about the house i am going t obe sorted" said Roland, being really upset.
"Hmmm...... house? I don't know but when i was at Hogwarts I was a Ravenclaw, and i heard your brother is in Slytherin." said Daenerys."Our family is a divergence of houses, we have had gryfindors, slytherins, ravenclaws, and hufflepuffs so far as well, we are not like the families where everyone is in one house.Also, our wands and habits differ much too." said Daenerys.
"Do you use to watch mom, Joseph and little sister in their sleep?" asked Roland.
"Yes..... they are going to be alright, there must be a cure or a counter-curse!" said Daenerys.
"Maybe you should try to write one out!" said Daenerys.
"Me? But i am just in my first year, at the beginning!" said Roland "The year hasn't even begun yet." he continued after a short pause.
"That doesn't mean you can't write a spell... young wizards do great things too.. just think about Harry Potter" said Daenerys.
"I am not even CLOSE to the chosen one.." said Roland with a sad face.
"I killed my father's enemy with the knockback jinx, you'll shortly learn it at the beginning of the year." said Daenerys.
"And what's the point?" Roland asked.
"Sometimes specialists may overthink the solution for something, i've learned that sometimes it takes for people with little knowledge, that may dare to think 'outside of the box', and come out with a simple, but effective, solution." said Daenerys, with her eyes closed.
"And how can i find the solution?" Roland asked.
Targaryen entered the room.
Daenerys dissapears, scared by the presence
"Roland, go to sleep, we are going to wake up early tommorrow..."
"Okay, dad"
Roland hugged his mother's and his siblings' foreheads and after that he quit the room, slowly.
Headmaster: Orion Oshiro (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms Targaryen,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Sofia Elena Castillo
Deputy Headmistress
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
UNIFORM
First-year students will require:
1.Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2.One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3.One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
4.One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry name tags.
COURSE BOOKS
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble"
This letter brought so much happiness to Roland, he was about to explode when he got the letter.
There were only 7 days that separated him from Hogwarts.
He began by packing him clothes and such, in his dorm room which was on the second floor.
He packed in with him shirts, jeans, socks , scarfs for winter, winter gloves, jackets, the list could go on.
As he was packing his stuff in the bag, he heard somebody knock at his door.
"Come in" said Roland.
It was Tudor.
"Packing in? Eh?" Tudor asked his little brother.
Roland looked suspiciously at his older sibling.
"Yes, i am... i can't wait to go at Hogwarts." Roland claimed, while he was packing his diary.
"Just promise me one thing... " Tudor said.
"What?" Roland asked.
"That you won't do any of the stuff you did here, at home." Tudor said with a face that looked so intimdating for Roland.
"I don't understand..." said Roland
"That you won't be such an attention whore..." said Tudor.
"Attention whore?!" Roland asked a little more loudly.
"Your tantrums... your nightmares, do you really think i don't know you just do this for attention?" said Tudor laughing.
"IDIOT!" shouted Roland loudly.
"Idiot? I just want to not be seened as a lunatic with a brother like you, if you want attention please, at least beg for it by making stupid things or whatever..." said Tudor, but his words were cut short by Roland.
"So... you THINK that i just go through this Occulemency or whatever just because i want attention?"
"Oh don't feed me with stuff like that... You never actually did... "
"So.... after what happened at the party... you think i wouldn't remain without any scars?"
"The party has had place 3 years ago."
"And what's your point?"
"It has been 3 years, wouldn't that scar heal by now?Mother is asleep and will remain like that forever, so will Daenerys... so what's your point? Can't you accept it?I could so why couldn't you?"
"So just because you could that means everyone can? You are such a douche!"
"You are such a drama queen."
"king."
"I don't really think that.."
"LISTEN! I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE, NOT MOM!"
Tudor listened to him in silence.
"True." he finally said.
"Listen, i do not know what's your point, but i suggest you don't talk to me on the train, not even at Hogwarts" said Roland, opening the door so he could banish his older brother out of his dorm.
"I won't, let's see who will talk to a lunatic like you... and what house you will be sorted in...I heard lunatics are often unsorted, what wand will choose you? a stick?" said Tudor, walking out the room.
"Get out and I hope you will be kidnapped by a boggart, i heard they like things that breaks mirrors, your face will just make it! "Roland said this angrily, after that he shut the door in his brother's face.
"UGH" said Roland.
Roland fell in anxiety again.
Again.
Just when the" sun began to show on his street" as romanians would say.
A while later, he finished packing his stuff.
He finally quit his room, he had been there for hours.
He entered an izolated room.
He heared a strange voice singing.
There...
In the center...
On a white bed...
There was his mother...
Sleeping like no other...
And on her left side...
There with no deny...
There was the boy's sister...
All this looked sinister.
And on her right side...
There with no deny...
There was the eldest brother...
The heir of the father...
On first sight they sleep well
But if you get close...
You'll see the hell
Mother and children
they together fell.
On the darkest hours of night,
They feel the plight,
Of their worst thoughts,
given to them like shots
By the horors of worst kinds
Ghosts, banshees, and all the odds
They torture the souls of the cursed ones.
As they loose youth, all that's love and all that's nice.
They win death, with all its spice.
And there is the culprit standing,
Winning their youth pretending
To not be laughing
about the fire
that is about to consume
the tortured souls that are immune
They try to refuse.
The wicked infuse
Of all the torture
So they would wake up finally,
After all the blasphemy
So the everything would end nicely.
But hope is short...
So is their time...
To fight back...
The curse of slumber..
The hex of lords
And the jinx of gods
Will they succeed despite all the odds?
There are on the right side, Roland saw a ghost.
A ghost Daenerys...
But which Daenerys?
He approached the unidentified object with a shy movement, as he looked curious at her.
"I am happy that i can meet you, son." said the ghost lady.
"Are you Daenerys?" asked Roland, approaching his mother's bed.
"Yes, but i am not your sister... i am the daughter of the mad king..." she said.
Roland looked suprised, scared.
"I have never seen you here before..." said Roland looking at the ghost.
"That's because i have been hiding for centuries now." said Daenerys.
"So you know about the curse?" Roland asked, while he was petting his sister's forehead.
"Yes... and i feel sorry about them, i always think about the fact that if my father was alive that witch would be killed on the spot!" said Daenerys, looking through the window.
"I also heard your quarrel with your brother, Roland." said Daenerys, looking now at the young boy.
"I just don't get why he is angry..." said Roland trying to defend himself.
"You shouldn't take his words seriously, he is affected about the situation just as much as you.."
"I am afraid a little now of Hogwarts, what if his words are true?" Roland asked, doubting himself.
"I am not sure about that... but i am sure that i can give you some help..." said Daenerys.
"How? I mean... he told some serious stuff to me... like my wand and all that... about the house i am going t obe sorted" said Roland, being really upset.
"Hmmm...... house? I don't know but when i was at Hogwarts I was a Ravenclaw, and i heard your brother is in Slytherin." said Daenerys."Our family is a divergence of houses, we have had gryfindors, slytherins, ravenclaws, and hufflepuffs so far as well, we are not like the families where everyone is in one house.Also, our wands and habits differ much too." said Daenerys.
"Do you use to watch mom, Joseph and little sister in their sleep?" asked Roland.
"Yes..... they are going to be alright, there must be a cure or a counter-curse!" said Daenerys.
"Maybe you should try to write one out!" said Daenerys.
"Me? But i am just in my first year, at the beginning!" said Roland "The year hasn't even begun yet." he continued after a short pause.
"That doesn't mean you can't write a spell... young wizards do great things too.. just think about Harry Potter" said Daenerys.
"I am not even CLOSE to the chosen one.." said Roland with a sad face.
"I killed my father's enemy with the knockback jinx, you'll shortly learn it at the beginning of the year." said Daenerys.
"And what's the point?" Roland asked.
"Sometimes specialists may overthink the solution for something, i've learned that sometimes it takes for people with little knowledge, that may dare to think 'outside of the box', and come out with a simple, but effective, solution." said Daenerys, with her eyes closed.
"And how can i find the solution?" Roland asked.
Targaryen entered the room.
Daenerys dissapears, scared by the presence
"Roland, go to sleep, we are going to wake up early tommorrow..."
"Okay, dad"
Roland hugged his mother's and his siblings' foreheads and after that he quit the room, slowly.
