Kapitel 10: Chapter 10: Salvation of the Sinner.

Umbridge was outraged as she was about to swear at me, she regained her composure and couched, hem-hem.

"That is a very serious accusation you are making lad, did no one teach you better than slandering your elders." The pink toad spoke with an uppity voice, the umbitch had no bloody idea how much shit she was in.

"Pops, hold my hand; let me show you what I see." Thomas spoke in a plain tone.

The rest were intrigued as Albus held Thomas' hand, and even more so by my manner of addressing him.

Albus closed his eyes and he was able to use my sight, the people in the room were just outlines and had different colored orbs floating in their chests.

Everyone in the room had a varying shade of white to light grey, while for umbitch over there, her orb was a murky mix of black and grey.

Albus opened his eyes and his sight turned normal, he was thinking about how was Tom was able to do something this and sighed.

"Thomas, show what you have just shown me to Cornelius and Amelia here. I believe that they have the right to know." Albus sighed in disappointment.

*sigh* "Pops, this sight sharing charm works only when the other person can trust me enough to believe that I will never harm them." Thomas sighed as he continued, "As for the soul gazing, that's a piece of lost magic Fawkes taught me, which you guys can't use because the incantations are in phoenic, silent casting it wand less just made it look simple"

"Still, if someone wants to try, it goes like this."

[Mirror eye, gate of soul, revelation]

This was just normal for Thomas while to the others it sounded like trills and coos of a songbird.

Umbitch who heaved a sigh that I had no substantial evidence that can be brought out, her face regained some color as she was no longer in risk of getting her darkest secrets revealed.

Kingsley was shocked listening to Tom speak phoenic, he had seen and heard Fawkes enough to know that Thomas spoke the tongue.

Amelia snapped out of her thoughts and said, "Thomas, show me what you have shown Albus."

"There is another way, but if I do this I am never getting friends anymore." *sigh*

"Pops just make sure that no one else hears about this at school." Thomas took out his wand from the holster with a flick of his wrist.

The ivory wand with a few runic carvings on it looked mesmerizing, but it also made the onlookers feel a bit odd about it.

They were used to seeing wands made out of wood but this one was certainly not wooden and the carvings had an odd feel of power and mystery within.

[Suffer your worst nightmares. Drown in the pain you inflicted on the other. Bear the sins your soul is tainted with.]

Thomas spoke in a strong voice and the undersecretary seemed petrified with her eyes shut, she was sweating bullets.

Thomas changed his from to an average looking housewife in muggle clothing and gestured that others should wait and watch, not disturb him at any cost.

The undersecretary's eyes snapped open and tears flooded out as she fell to the ground sobbing. Thomas approached her and placed a hand on her head, softly caressing her hair with a gentle expression.

Umbridge was sobbing even louder and constantly apologized as she snuggled into the embrace of the woman *Thomas*.

"Dolly, tell me what happened, mama is right here. Mother will always be there for you, no matter what happens, mother will love you my sweet dolly." Thomas spoke in a gentle voice that could warm any soul.

Umbridge cried like a banshee, apologizing and confessing to every bad deed she had committed and all about her ambitions and how she disdained her*Thomas* for being a muggle and corned her half blood status.

In the few seconds of pause, Umbitch had seen and felt all the pain she had inflicted on others, she lived through her guilt of scorning and abandoning her mother because of her blood status.

Thomas spoke in a warm voice filled with affection and care that it will be alright and it's okay, all she needs to do is admit her wrongs and return to the correct path, to become a witch that will make her*umbridge's mother* proud in heaven.

The undersecretary fell asleep in Thomas' arms while sobbing but she had a peaceful countenance and a relieved smile on her face.

Thomas lay her down on the couch and sighed as he returned to his original form.

*sigh* "I am not doing this again. Too troublesome, and I am not doing this again, no matter what. Pops, you got lemon drops?" Thomas heaved a sigh.

Albus sighed and took out a pouch of candies and handed it to Thomas who was casting a scourgify at his robes.

Madame Bones on the other hand, was busy brainstorming on what had happened and asked Thomas for an explanation much to the desire of the others in the room.

"It's an ancient spell that makes the victim face what they had done onto the others and feel all the same pain, physically or emotionally and be tormented in their nightmares filled with guilt."

"And by no means do I have to orchestrate all that, the taints on the victim's soul are more than willing to help the caster with the job."

"The malice will burn off causing pain to the victim and the caster, redeeming the soul."

The spell is called purgatory, the incantation is spoken in Tamil, an old Indie language that says, "Suffer your worst nightmares. Drown in the pain you inflicted on another. Bear the sins your soul is tainted with."

"This spell will make the victim feel tormented in a distorted conception of time and the caster will feel it in a split second. So, I warn you that it will hurt a lot to redeem a lost soul, more the malice, more the pain and not always can the victim bear the pain."

"They might go loony, and it's the same for the caster. So, you better not use this wantonly unless you can see souls to know what you are dealing with."

"Young Thomas, can I ask you how much pain are we talking about?" Cornelius spoke with a lot of thoughts going through his head.

"On the caster or the victim?"

"On the caster, if you please."

"You rather not feel that, it will hurt a lot."

Looking at Thomas' cool expression no one could understand what they were dealing with and looking at Thomas they estimated that the pain won't be that much.

"Then would you care to experience how I felt just a while ago?" Thomas smirked with an interesting expression.

Albus stepped forth and smacked Thomas' head with his wand and shot him an admonishing glare.

"This is an ancient magic Cornelius, it was named the savior's spell and you don't save a damned soul without proper consequences. Trust me on this and I know this for a fact that it will hurt a lot."

The brave auror Shacklebolt came to the rescue and declared that he wanted to feel both what the victim and the caster felt, sating that he has lived through the CRUCIATUS.

"Then let's start with the victim's pain to warm you up. Thomas said as he touched the wand on the undersecretary's head and then drew out a silver line and tapped it on the auror's temple. "

Kingsley Shacklebolt fell on the ground and started sweating out a puddle under him, clutching his head and gritting his teeth he bore through and a few seconds later he was back.

Amelia helped him up, the only thought on his mind was pain, suffering and more of that.

"Now that you are warmed up, let's show you what the caster felt." Thomas spoke with a mischievous glint in his eye.

As much as the auror wanted to refuse, but his pride and strong image made him unable to step back from this.

He took deep breaths and steeled himself thinking that if a brat can bear through and still eat candies like it was nothing, then he would be just fine.

"Pops, if this man dies or goes loony don't let Madame Bones to ship me to Azkaban."

Thomas did the same with himself and tapped the auror's head.

The stout man stood there with blank eyes and dropped on the floor convulsing and foam coming out of his mouth.

Amelia rushed in an knelt beside the auror to check his condition and try to make it better.

"It's bad, he is in shock. If we don't help him now, he will die in minutes. She looked at Thomas, can you help him?" Thomas sighed and went up to the auror's convulsing body and pressed his carotid and hit his solar plexus, knocking out the air in his lungs.

The auror's body finally rested and his breathing became even. He picked the auror and dragged him to the couch with the help of Madam Bones.

"Let me elaborate, the auror being the stout man he is bore through the pain that the undersecretary felt." Thomas spoke and continued, "but when it came down to the caster, me; the pain that he felt before was compressed and pushed through his cognition. This caused a sensory overload and sent his body in shock, brave man but needs more resilience."

After some more chatting about this and that, the standing members in the room went to the Gringotts after registering Thomas as an Animagus.

In the bank, the tellers were nodding and bowing towards Thomas, they reached the head teller's stand and Thomas made a courtesy bow.

"Blade Dancer, may your enemies bow under your feet and your wit make riches rain." The goblin curtseyed.

"Master Skull Crusher, may your enemies fill the graveyard and their gold fill your coffers." Thomas returned the gesture with a smile.

"What has the blade dancer brought for the bank today?"

The Minister of Magic, the Albus Fucking Dumbledore and the Head of DMLE were ignored by the duo of young wizard and old goblin chatting amicably in gobbledygook.

"Come this way, I shall inform the King that the Blade Dancer is here for his rings."

"Thomas what did you do to earn that title?" Albus asked while sighing.

"Well, I was here at Gringotts a few weeks ago on an invitation to attend a fighting tournament. I came and thought it was interesting and decided to join."

"Ragnok said that he will give me a weapon of choice from his personal vault if I can win it. So, I joined the fight and found that I was quite skilled with the blade and fighting with the goblin warriors was enlightening." Thomas said with a look of reminiscence.

"I learned a lot but I lost in the finals, Master Blade Whip was too skilled for me to defeat, but I had a lot of fun."

"Ragnok gave me a Japanese blade despite not winning the tournament. Winning the second place got me the title Blade Dancer and two goblin made arm bracers enchanted with a lot of defensive spells."

"You forgot to mention the ring I gave you, Blade Dancer. A baritone voice spoke from behind the door, a tall green and robust figure came in the room."

"Oh, I also got a ring marking me as a royal friend and nobility in the Goblin Nation. How are you doing Ragnok, earning well?"

"Your vault is smiling, just give it a peek when you have time to spare. Now, put the ring on and be done with this. I have finished enchanting that blade, lets go and take a look at that."

"And what brings the Minister of Magic here along with madam Bones?"

"We are here to witness him assume lordship." Cornelius spoke in authority.

Thomas took the silver snake ring coiling around an emerald and put it on his first finger of his right hand and felt a bond with it as soon as he channeled his magic through it.

Ragnok, Albus and Thomas spent the rest of the day chatting about business, economy and the next few projects Thomas had in mind.