The Breaking of the Unbreakable

Thaor apparated to just outside Khaat's office, a locket with an 'E' engraved on the outside, the inside, housed a picture of the Elldir family, prior to the family being murdered. To anyone but Thaor, this was just a family eirloom. Only he knew the power it held, a piece of his soul, trapped inside of this locket. The key to his new future, one without the Death Eaters.

Thaor walked up to Khaats office and knocked on the door, he had sent an owl telling her he was on his way, he had the horcrux, and to notify her father. Hopefully Robert was already here, make things go faster.

Jess appeared in the foyer of St. Mungos with a small pop, his wand at the ready in case of any danger. Despite its purpose being one of healing, Jess had already experienced enough time in St. Mungos to know that its true purpose was often actively worked against.

And of course being here to help a death eater break the most sacred of magical contracts didn't help things.

Regardless, there was no danger, and his nerves were put to rest as he listened to the catchy elevator tune. Something about a magic dragon. Khaat really did like her muggle music, an oddity for almost anyone in the magical world.

"Hello Khaat," he said as he stepped out of the elevator and into her office, he was glad that she'd updated the elevators here to be like the ones in the Ministry, taking you almost anywhere you wanted.

"Elldir," he added, nodding to the man and doing nothing else to acknowledge his presence.

"Lets get started," he said, clapping his hands together and looking around the room.

Thaor nodded towards Jess as he appeared. There will be no hiding out Khaat, they will not know I've betrayed them until there is a battle. I'll lead them to it, then I will turn on them. If I die in the process....Thats a risk I'm just going to have to take. Thaor said, handing her the locket that housed a part of his soul.

Anxiety set in, his mind was racing, what if this didn't work. Would Jess somehow stop this from happening? What if he hadn't made the horcrux properly?

Thaor shook his head, Lets head to that room then? he asked rhetorically.

Thaor took a seat on the bed in the room. Lets get this started then. He said, nodding to Khaat and Robert to make sure they were ready. About two months ago, Sandra Archer called me to the Manor, she was with Alan Wake, apparently Sandra was off on an adventure and stumbled upon a horcrux, which housed the soul of a wizard we all believed to be dead, murdered by Voldemort in the prison he himself had built. It was truly Gellert Grindlewald, he is back, and plans to faux-defeat the death eaters to gain the support of the wizarding world, then overthrow the ministry. He would start anti-Order propaganda, to make the public dislike the Order, and that would leave the Death Eaters to do what they want. I made an unbreakable vow to him that I would remain loyal to him, and pledge the loyalty of the Death Eaters. Thaor said, as he clutched his chest. He wasn't sure what it was going to feel like, painful, peaceful, not a clue. The only thing he felt was pressure building on his chest, yet it didn't feel like it was going to cave in. He knew he only had mere moments left. He layed himself down on the bed. That is obviously something I will not do, I can not stand by as he kills the only people I've got left. I can't stand by and let him attempt to take your life Robert, we've been through too much for tha... Thaor said, his voice horce. His eyes shut, and body went limp.

His life flashed before him. Memories he tried so hard to supress came before him. His father's trial. His seventh year at Hogwarts which he spent in solitude. His brief 'relationship' with Caelani. Everything flew by his eyes. A single tear fell down his cheek, and his heart stopped along with his breathing. He was dead.

Robert saw Khaat move to revive him, and he stopped her. "Wait," he said to her quietly. "This has to be done right. If it isn't, if he does not truly die, he will not be released from the vow. Not in its entirety. We want this done right. Give me the horcrux." He held out his hand for it and she handed it over to him. He opened up a cabinet in the room and drew out a small cauldron and a burner and started to add ingredients to the cauldron, sitting the locket next to the cauldron. He added potions and ingredients carefully and quietly.

"Can you not hurry this up?" Khaat sighed, impatiently.

"Quiet," he told her, working steadily and calmly. "I refuse to be rushed. Fortunately, Thaor did not make such a messy job of it as those few others have done in the past. It will not be so messy to restore him." He had already gathered all of the necessary ingredients. He was glad Thaor had told him in advance how to activate the locket. Thaor had given him the spell. He cast the spell on the locket and dropped into the cauldron. The locket opened and released the horcrux into the brew in Robert's cauldron.

"We must immerse him in the potion itself," Robert said. "Khaat, you can help me now. We must not waste a drop." They chose rather than to perhaps drop him in some sort of massive cauldron, to pour the potion on him, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. Carefully, painstakingly, but once started, it could not be stopped. They worked diligently and as quickly as they could.

When the cauldron was empty, Robert set it aside. He watched as Thaor's breathing began again. He and Khaat checked carefully. "He has a pulse again," Khaat said.

"Excellent," Robert said. "Then we have been successful. Let us see how he is when he wakes. It could be almost immediate or it could be awhile. It depends on him now."

"But what about all he said?" Khaat asked.

"I know every syllable he said," Robert said. "It was important enough for him to give his life for. Its not something I am liable to forget or dismiss."

"Do you trust him?"

"Besides the fact that I do trust him, someone, presumably Gellert Grindlewald, swore him to an unbreakable vow to keep that information secret. It was important enough for them to make Thaor swear to it on his life. Yes, I take it very seriously." Then he looked at Jess. "As I presume you do as well. This ought to be evidence enough for you, I should think."

Jess had followed them downstairs wordlessly and had decided, from an early moment, to play no part in Thaor's death or resurrection at all, simply being there to here the confession and respond in whatever way was most suitable.

And boy was it some confession.

Standing away to the side of the room Jess leaned against a wall, Khaat and Robert's movements running in a blur, as if he were watching a replay of actions he'd seen before.

Gellert Grindelwald was back.

He was back.

Oh god.

That explained the mark on the Prime Minister's desk, the stirrings of the once dormant Death Eaters, it all made sense, and it all meant a terrible, dreadful thing could be happening.

"Oh my god," he said after a slight pause. "Gellert Grindelwald... I... I need to think for a moment," he said, noticing that those two had relaxed now, Thaor must have lived... every coin had a downside.

"I believe him, I don't trust him. Those that enter into that sort of vow lightly, and can turn their backs on such a deep pact are not the sort of people I would trust, it just highlights his shallowness even more. However I can believe his information, and I can take him seriously," he said.

"What now?" He then asked, an idea forming in his mind.


((At this point in time, remember that Robert is still aligned with the Order, and thus Jess and Robert take their mutual friendship to be a given))

Breathing, heat beating, It worked. Thaor thought to himself. He noticed he was still laying down, which meant they poured the potion onto him, instead of lifting him into the cauldron Couldn't lift me Robert? Thaor said with a laugh. Thaor opened his eyes, it was difficult to see at first, then his eyesight recovered. One by one he moved his fingers, regaining motor control. After he felt he had enough control of his body, he sat up. Jess, I'm not going to try to convince you to trust me. Just know, I did not take part in that vow lightly, I did it in fear of my life. Like I'm really able to say no with Grindlewald, Archer, and Wake in close quarters with me. Could have disapparated, if we weren't in Malfoy Manor. I agreed to the vow, then sought Roberts help right away. Thaor said, slowly standing up.

If this was just some huge scheme to kill Robert, or anyone else, there are way easier ways. Like the wands that Robert and Khaat posess. Both made by me, custom, for the two. I'm not asking you to swear me into the Order, but don't make me sit on the sidelines. You know I can help. The death eaters still have no clue that I've done this, neither will Grindlewald. I will take the role that Severus Snape did so many years ago. Except, the death eaters will not know of my involvement with the Order, oh, and I suppose I won't be going to any Order meetings, now will I? Everyone in this room knows there will be a battle, I will lead them in, then turn on them. Thaor finished, as he paced the room slowly, regaining complete control of his body.