Harry Potter: Westeros’s Plant Life

Chapter 474 474: 0474 Ariana

"It's real," Adrian said. "I have what I need to finish healing her."

He reached into his coat and carefully withdrew the leaf, holding it so his mother could see.

Leah stared at it. As a healer of considerable experience, she'd seen many unusual things in her career—rare potions, exotic magical instruments, treatments that were considered weird. But whatever Adrian held, it was clearly beyond anything in her professional experience.

"What is that?" she asked quietly.

"Pure soul energy," Adrian said. "Purified and captured. This is enough to heal Ariana." He paused as he still wasn't ready to explain where this had come from, how it had been obtained.

Leah looked at the crystalline leaf for a long moment. Then she straightened her healer's robes.

"Room eighteen," she said. "Same as always. Your father is in surgery until noon—he doesn't know you're coming. I didn't tell him in case..."

She didn't finish the sentence. In case it didn't work. In case it was another disappointment in a long series of disappointments. "Come."

They walked together through the familiar corridors with deep blue carpet, soft lighting, and the occasional healer passing with distracted expression.

Around corners, Adrian remembered the flights of stairs he'd climbed past the rooms that all looked similar from the outside but each contained someone's entire world within them.

The door with the "No Entry" sign.

Room eighteen.

Leah pushed the door open quietly and stepped back to let Adrian enter first.

Ariana lay in the center of the hospital bed exactly as she had for years beyond counting. Still, peaceful, her eyes closed. Her dark brown hair was spread across the white pillow.

In the corner, someone had placed a small vase of summer flowers on the wooden table.

Adrian stood in the doorway for a moment looking at her.

"I have it now," he said, quietly enough that only he could hear. "I have enough to wake you up. I'm sorry it took this long."

He crossed the room and sat in the chair beside her bed. He set his coat across the back of the chair and placed the leaf carefully on the bedside table where he could reach it.

"Eldra," Adrian said softly in his mind, reaching through the bond to the Tree of Wisdom directly. "I'm with Ariana. I'm ready to begin."

"How will you do it?" Leah asked from the doorway. She hadn't entered fully, giving him space, but she wasn't leaving either.

"The same way I used at Christmas," Adrian said. "But this time I understand the process better. The soul energy in this—" he indicated the crystalline leaf

"—needs to be guided toward the specific last remaining damage in Ariana's soul. Before, the leaf found its own way because there was so much damage that any soul energy naturally flowed toward it. Now that she's at last remaining portions, the healing needs to be more precise."

He picked up the crystalline leaf and held it carefully in both hands, feeling its warmth, feeling the pulse of it, that rhythm that mirrored the movement of soul energy.

"This might look unusual from the outside," Adrian warned his mother.

"I've been a healer for twenty-three years," Leah said softly. "I'll manage."

Adrian nodded, turned back to Ariana, and closed his eyes.

He reached out with his magical senses. He could feel Ariana's presence—her soul was perceptible to him now which it hadn't been before the battle.

Faint and incomplete, like a song being played on an instrument with missing strings recognizable as itself, as Ariana, but with obvious gaps where the melody should have been.

It still had last remaining portion lost to the damage the Cruciatus Curse had inflicted on her soul years ago when she'd been far too young and far too sensitive to survive the experience intact.

Nicolas Flamel had told him: when a piece of the soul is missing, you need to find a way to repair it, and that's not something ordinary people can accomplish.

He'd used Voldemort's own stolen soul power to heal the damage Voldemort's followers had caused.

There was a certain justice in that. Adrian allowed himself a brief, grim moment of satisfaction at the irony before focusing entirely on the task in front of him.

He placed the leaf over Ariana's heart.

The moment it touched her, it began to respond, exactly as the first leaves at had, beginning to glow more brightly, pulsing with increasing intensity.

But this time, Adrian was actively participating rather than simply watching in anxious hope. He channeled his own magic into the process, guided by his enhanced perception and the Tree of Wisdom's amplifying presence through their bond.

He directed the soul energy not simply toward Ariana in general, but toward the specific gaps in her soul that his perception could now identify. The places where the damage was most severe. The absences that had kept her trapped in this state for years.

"Eldra," he said silently. "Help me direct this."

[Yes, sir]

The Tree's responded instantly and told where to focus the energy. How much pressure to apply and when to be gentle and when to be firm.

The crystalline leaf began to dissolve.

Light appeared which was soft at first, barely visible like a faint glow around Adrian's hands and Ariana's chest. Then growing stronger, spreading out, flowing up along her throat toward her face.

The light was warm and golden in quality, very different from the harsh green of the Killing Curse or the cold silver of dark magic.

Leah drew a sharp breath from the doorway.

Adrian kept his focus, tracking the soul energy as it integrated with Ariana's damaged essence. He could feel the gaps beginning to fill—not all at once, but steadily, progressively.

Each fragment of missing soul finding its proper place, like pieces of a puzzle that had been scattered across the floor and were now, finally, being returned to where they belonged.

Soul Integrity was rising.

Adrian tightened his focus, guiding more carefully. The easier damage had been repaired before. What remained were the more complex gaps, the deeper wounds that required more precise attention.

83%... 86%... 89%...

His hands were beginning to shake slightly from the effort. Soul work at this level of precision required enormous concentration and magical strength, and he was running his magical core lower than was entirely safe given its already depleted state from the battle.

He didn't stop.

91%... 94%... 96%...

The crystalline leaf was almost completely dissolved, the last traces of its physical form fading into the flow of energy.

Adrian gave everything he had left into the final portion, every remaining scrap of magical strength, every bit of precision he could muster, guided by the Tree of Wisdom's steady presence across five thousand miles of distance.

98%... 99%...

The light reached its peak intensity, brilliant, warm, filling every corner of the room.

Then, gradually, it began to fade.

Soul Integrity: 100%.

The room fell into silence. Adrian pulled his hands back slowly and sat in the chair, completely and utterly spent. His magic was running so low he could barely feel it, it was a sensation like reaching into a pocket and finding it almost empty.

His hands weren't just trembling now; his entire body was shaking with suppressed exhaustion.

The leaf was entirely gone, dissolved completely into healing energy that was now part of Ariana.

Nothing happened for several seconds.

Adrian waited, his eyes were fixed on Ariana's face. His heart was hammering hard enough that he could feel it, but somehow also very still, waiting.

Her fingers moved.

Just slightly—a small curl of the fingers of her left hand, the one resting beside her on the bed. A reflexive motion that could almost have been imagined.

Then her chest rose and fell with a breath that was qualitatively different from every breath she'd taken since the accident.

"Ariana," Adrian said softly.

Her eyelids moved.

"Ariana." A little louder.

Behind him, he heard his mother's breath catch in a small, tight sound of desperate hope held carefully in check. Leah had seen too many disappointments to allow herself to hope fully until she had proof. Adrian understood that.

Ariana's eyes opened.

They were dark blue and unfocused at first—the eyes of someone who hadn't used them in a very long time, blinking against even the moderate light of the hospital room. Her brow furrowed slightly with the effort of processing sensation after years of absence from it.

Her gaze drifted, unfixed, across the ceiling. Then slowly, with what seemed like tremendous effort, it tracked downward to the figure sitting beside her bed.

To Adrian.

Recognition was not instant. Her brain, like her soul, needed a moment to remember how everything worked. She looked at him, examining something they almost-but-not-quite remember, trying to place a face that was simultaneously strange and deeply familiar.

Then something changed in her expression.

"Adrian?" Her voice came out as barely a sound at all, it was mostly breath, roughened from years of disuse, uncertain of itself. But it was her voice, unmistakably her voice.

Adrian's throat closed completely. He'd been holding himself together through sheer willpower since the battle, through the exhaustion and the explanations and the decisions and the travel, and now, with that one whispered word in a voice he hadn't heard in years, every bit of that control came close to giving way completely.

"Hey," he managed, which was absolutely nothing like what he'd planned to say if this moment ever came.

All the things he'd thought he might say, the prepared words, the explanations, the apologies, they all vanished in the face of the reality of her actually being awake. "Hey, Ariana. You're awake."

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