When a vampire visits,The world stops

((This is the second part of my three part plan that im making as i go. So far i have raided the Ministry taken the minister random (which blew up in my face,obviously) and lost a arm and so here i am ))



Ne'Os apeared in Khaat's Office's fireplace His arm was missing he had a bag of his most personal things and the elder wand in his hand. "Khaat in this bag is a bomb if you dont provide me with medical attention and Sanctuary you and everyone in this hospital will die and i will just have to find a new body to inhabit" he said clearly in pain. "Whats your answer?" he asked.

""Oh, so now you need me," she sighed, not surprised he would return with a weapon of some magnitude. "First you want to off me, now you need me. Why am I not surprised? Well, unless there is a new arm, or your original model, in that bag, the most I can do is to stop the bleeding. I can do that, but you surely don't need a bomb to get me to do that. I honestly don't want to see you die. I'd much rather find you living out the rest of your time in Azkaban. As for sanctuary, this is not a convent. And what exactly did you do now that makes you so desperate, aside from your past record?" She rose from her desk slowly. "I presume I am allowed to look at the damage?"

"Yes look and know it was the minister of magic who took it from me i just raided the ministry of Magic " he said not bothering to hide what he did "And i dont have the arm yet but i will make it can you maybe send a own to Faelan and tell him to come here and bring his staff" he asked obviously not able to do it himself.

"You know the original might be salvagable if it is intact. And I presume if you lost it at the ministry, you also know I'd have to get it from them. I think I could do that, if you would allow me to. However, that choice is yours. Realize, though, that if we opt to use an artificial arm, you stand the same risk of a foreign body rejection like anyone else. That rejection could be fatal. The choice is yours. I can send the owl to Faelen, but I want you to be very, very sure of what you want."

Ne'Os sighed and closed his eyes using his legilimency to force his way into Faelan's mind forcing him to aperate to the Khaats office. Ne'Os waited until he would arrive "Faelan will be here soon and this will be a diffrent artifical arm i will place my horcrux in it using the death magici n Faelan's staff and in Faelan himself" he said wondering if she would understand that Ne'Os ment to kill Faelan.

Faelan could Feel Ne'Os in his head and knewn ot to disobey. He apeared in Khaats fireplace a moment later seeing Ne'Os's Arm or not seeing it as the situation rendered his arm missing. "You called for me sir?" he asked wondering why Ne'Os called him there.

"Another murder, Ne'Os? When I could replace your arm? When does it stop? Does it ever stop, or do you just keep killing for the sake of it?" Khaat sat on the edge of her desk, sighing heavily. "As I recall, he is very devoted to you. Is that what he gets for serving you and backing you up and being as close as a friend as you would ever understand? You were once capable of a lot more than this. It does make me very sad to see what you have become."

"He is not a servent to me he serves the death eaters besides he is schedualed to be kissed by the dementors when he is caught. and i had a seer look at his future he wont live much longer than our visit if this dosent happen" he said "So if you want to find a potion that can get the evil corruption of the staff out of him then so be it but one way or another he will die today" he said using his legilimency to hold Faelan in place. If Ne'Os didnt Faelan would have departed long ago.

"Then do with him as you please," Khaat said coldly. There was no turning his mind around at this point anyway. Let's just get this overwith. I want that bomb out of my hospital. Oh, and one more thing, are you prepared to either let me use anaesthesia--in which case you'll sleep--or do you want me to leave you awake, in which case, I am extremely limited on how much of your pain I can control. As a wise man once said, 'I do magic, not miracles.' So--how limited am I in helping you?"

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"You called," Jess said from behind khaat, a calm tone residing in his voice. "Ah, Ne'os, once again, we meet here." He said, a slightly shocked look on his face. "Oh, well, it was very good of you to turn yourself in. I'll assume that's why you're here?" hea asked, smiling once more. "Or did you want me to force you?" He asked, looking at him with pity. The higher you go, the harder you'll fall, Ne'os was a perfect example of this.