Harry Potter :Diamond Heart

How does it work?' Harry asked, eager to move away from the sensitive topic.

'Blood is the most potent magical medium, personal and puissant. Blood magic makes use of it as a conduit through which to perform otherwise impossible feats.'

That struck a familiar tone with Harry. 'Like surviving the Killing Curse, perhaps?' Harry raised a finger to trace his scar.

'There are very few pieces of magic capable of achieving that,' Salazar replied thoughtfully. 'The Killing Curse is not a simple spell. It is a derivation of the only other field as powerful and complex as blood magic itself. Blood magic could be used, but it would come at the cost of the caster's life, or more, rendering the protection irrelevant.'

'But you could cast it to protect someone who shared your blood?'

'Perhaps,' the founder mused. 'It would not be easy. To make a whole bloodline immune to such a powerful curse would cost more than anyone has to give.'

'I survived it,' Harry told him quietly. 'When I was a baby Voldemort came to kill me. He managed to murder my parents, but his intended final victim reflected his curse back onto him.'

'That could well be blood magic,' Salazar agreed. 'If both your parents were involved then only your exact blood, a mix of their own, would be afforded protection. It would reduce the sacrifice to a level that would be possible to make, though it would have still been very dear indeed.'

The painting frowned and stroked the head of the snake that curled around its shoulders. 'From how you described events I would guess that they carried out a blood magic enchantment that would come into effect should they both die to keep you safe. Your safety from this attacker would be the goal and it would certainly constitute as a sacrifice dear enough to protect you.' 'It lasted at least as long until I was eleven,' Harry remembered. 'When Voldemort tried to harm me in my first year here he burned at my touch.'

'It may still be in effect. Your parents sacrificed their lives and every moment they would have spent with their child, there is little of greater value to a parent.'

'I'd rather not need it,' Harry decided.

'You will not,' Salazar reassured him, 'but it is a powerful advantage while it lasts. The magic will protect you in anyway it can as long as it lingers in your blood. Still, it goes without saying that you should avoid lethal spells, especially the Killing Curse.'

'Why especially? Dead is dead.'

'Most lethal spells are really no different from other curses in that they just cause something to affect you. In the case of most lethal spells the effect is what truly kills you. The Killing Curse is derived from soul magic. It literally tears your soul from your body. The curse kills you outright rather than causing or creating something to do so.'

'Soul magic?'

'Not something I ever more than dabbled in,' Salazar admitted. 'It is the equal of blood magic in some ways, but far more abstract in its concept and very dangerous because of it. I know of few uses for soul magic worth their cost. The Killing Curse is one of the few soul magic spells that has no permanent effect. Using it causes the soul to fracture, but over time, in the right conditions, a soul can heal. If you are interested there is a very old Egyptian book in my study. It's hardly a guide to the field, but the wizard who wrote it, Seth, is attributed with the first use of the Killing Curse. He was likely its creator.'

'The name sounds familiar,' Harry frowned.

'You might have heard it in the muggle world. The muggles of Egypt used to us that name for their God of murder. Whether there's a connection is unclear.'

It seemed a fairly obvious connection to Harry. A wizard capable of using an unblockable, spell that killed instantly and left no mark upon the body would have left an impression in the days before the Statute of Secrecy.

'Did you bring all the books I recommended?' Salazar asked, gazing at the still floating tower of tomes.

'Yes.' Harry named them one after the other, descending down the stack.

'The Secrets of the Darkest Arts?' Slytherin questioned when he reached the final tome.

'I didn't mean to bring that,' Harry realised, staring at the weathered book and the sheafs of parchment wedged within the pages. 'I must have stacked the other books on top of it in the study.'

'It probably has something useful in it,' Salazar decided. 'Blood magic was used in quite questionable ways and the element of sacrifice didn't help its reputation any. It will likely feature in there somewhere.'

'I'll read it last,' Harry conceded. It was the largest of the books and pieces of old, ivory parchment stuck out from between the pages towards the very end. The edges of annotations and notes in a neat, flowing script were visible on some.

Harry hadn't had the chill of seeing that writing since reading the diary and watching Tom Riddle write his name in flaming letters in the air of this very chamber.

'Take them to the Room of Requirement after this tournament meeting you have to attend,' Salazar suggested, 'just make sure you aren't seen reading them and bring them back to the study afterwards. Most of those books were old and valuable when I bought them; they'll be worth a fortune now.'

Harry cast a quick time-checking spell only to find that it would soon be time for the meeting.

How does he even know what the time is?

There was no watch or clock in the study, and Salazar hadn't even known the year when Harry came down into the study for the first time.

'There's nothing else I can teach you until you've read those and understood the two principles of blood magic and their applications. It isn't a pure subject like transfiguration, but it can be used to augment or create wards, enchantments and other such areas.'

The painting suddenly went very quiet.

'I just quoted Godric,' Salazar murmured in absolute disgust. 'He used to go on and on about how blood magic wasn't really a field in its own right.'

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