In the following days since Voldemort attacked, Felix was in the hospital for William. He has been put into a medical coma due to the amount of pain he is in. For regrowing skin is a painful and nasty business as well most of his pain nerves firing as something touches his raw muscles.
"Felix, are you ready to talk?" an old voice said in the quiet room.
Albus Dumbledore took a seat next to him as they sat in a quiet room. Due to this being the magical hospital, there wasn't even the sound of machines to fill this empty room. Which in turn made it more eerie.
"What do you want to know?" Felix asked softly.
"What happened that night and do you know where Voldemort is?" Dumbledore asked.
Felix curled up a bit as memories of his rampage filtered through his mind. The screams, dark laughter and cold killing as he mercilessly killed them even if they surrendered. He wasn't some grand warrior or psychopath who didn't care about how many he killed.
"I don't want to talk about that night." Felix said softly.
"You need to talk sooner or later." Dumbledore replied calmly. "Not so much for a report but for your own health."
Felix didn't reply this time as he sat there silently for a long moment. Maybe in time he will talk about what happened, but that time wasn't now. Instead, he decided to shift the topic to the Dark Lord or used to be Dark Lord.
"Voldemort is nothing more than a wraith at this time. After a while, if you can find a third helper we can do a ritual that will remove his anchors. Then he will disperse when he attempts to jump bodies." Felix replied.
"Did you already have plans to deal with him?" Dumbledore looked surprised.
"Mmm." Felix nodded. "I just haven't done anything since the magic involved is very complex and needs to be done on the winter solaces. However, if we use the power of three, we can achieve the same effect."
"Can you give me the instructions and I will start preparing the material needed and contacting a trustworthy wizard." Dumbledore asked.
Besides knowing it was a ritual of some kind, Dumbledore couldn't guess what kind of magic it is. While many considered him the strongest wizard, it didn't mean he knew everything.
"I have most of the materials. You just need to prepare an open space and a third wizard." Felix replied. "It can't be a witch as mixing a witch into the ritual would lead to undesirable consequences."
The undesirable consequence is Voldemort being reborn from the witch in nine months. Felix isn't quite sure how this works, but during the ritual if the one in question is skilled in magic. Then they could basically impregnate the witch in question through magic and be reborn instead of being banished to the afterlife like intended.
This is one of the reasons Felix wants to wait for winter to do it. Otherwise, even if he had John to help him and practice this spell, they still lacked a third person. He couldn't ask Angel or Bellatrix to help.
"Alright, I will arrange it." Dumbledore nodded.
"Make at Hogwarts. The last material we need is there." Felix added.
Dumbledore seemed a bit puzzled, but nodded. While he held some guesses about how Tom Riddle achieved his so-called immortality, he didn't have a clear choice.
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After watching Dumbledore leaving, Felix looked at today's Daily Prophet. There covering the front page were the bold words, "The One Who Must Not Be Named Downfall." Seeing the current Minister of Magic on the cover as the photo seems to be from the announcement, Felix began to read.
From a quick summary of the paper, the fall of the Dark Lord was due to the Ministry's strong Aurors and Strike teams that brought the man down. A few days ago they led a large team to confront the Dark Lord and after a long battle, they managed to deliver a heavy blow to him and his force.
Felix rolled his eyes at this paper, but didn't really say much. The parties involved knew what they needed and anyone who made a fuss will be arrested. Since the ones that might make a fuss would probably be the low ranking Death Eaters.
While he was sitting there, a couple furious roars filled the hallways. Taking a peek out the doorway, Felix saw two men who were probably brothers being arrested. After a bit of thinking, he remembered Bellatrix showing him a photo of them and knew them as the Lestrange Brothers.
Clearly whatever they were going to do didn't go as planned since they were ranting and screaming. So much so that when the Dark Lord returns, they will be sorry, for it was like a bully calling his mother after he got beaten up instead.
After this little episode, Felix sat in the hospital room undisturbed. William who was in his coma was quickly regrowing his skin thanks to magic, but this was only quicker then if it grew back normally. He still had another week or two left before he could be discharged.
'I am sorry, dad.' Felix thought as he looked at the man.
So while he sat in this room, the rest of Britain cheered for the downfall of Voldemort.