《death's right hand: The Death Bringer》a meeting with Dumbledore and exploring the common room's different rooms
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Y/N pov:
I knock on the door and wait for permission to enter which I hear calm ' enter ' on the otherside of the door. I look around the visible space of the room of Dumbledore's office which fits role of being a headmaster's or headmistress' office. I spot a phoenix on a bird stand with a pan shaped like a muggle gold straining pan. I finally look at Dumbledore who is in a high backed chair behind his desk with a kind smile gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.
Dumbledore: I have been given permission from an old friend of mine who is named Nicholas flammel to keep a stone known as the philosopher stone safe here at hogwarts and I want you to be added security to the path to the stone. Will you help keep it safe?
I take in the information that Dumbledore gave me and nod.
Y/n: I'll help and I could patrol the corridors each year to help as security at night with some of my forces as well.
Dumbledore shows me a map of the route that has obstacles protecting the stone and I choose to be between professor flitwick's and professor McGonagall's obstacles. I leave his office a few minutes later and return to my common room in the dungeons by using the flame teleportation that I was surprised isn't blocked by the charms and spells to stop anyone who isn't the headmaster from apparating around the school or into/out of the school.
I go in the hallway towards the Gravemind room and see it is surrounded by decaying flesh with a greenish colored smoke or fog.
I go to the Gravemind room and see a pit in the middle of the room. As I get closer I hear a shifting sound from the depths of the pit and a giant tube of flesh and muscle rose from the depths.
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Gravemind: the death bringer returns. It has been thousands of years since your family had a true death bringer enter into this chamber.
After speaking with the Gravemind for a while I exit the chamber and go to the throne room and see it is long walk to the chair at the end. The room had black or burnt stone pillars with lava flowing down from the ceiling.
As I reach the end of the path, I notice that it's a metal throne with dragons carved in.
I leave the throne room and go to the trophy room and see it filled with skulls on shelves with nameplates in front of each skull. I exit the trophy room and see a path to a training room and I go in the room seeing a giant empty room with dueling equipment for magical and muggle combat on the right with a deep pool on the left. Standing in the middle of the room was a tall blue fuzzy creature that fell forward in a sort of bow before becoming a ball of fire and connecting to me as another form.
On the side with the combat training equipment was another door, I open the door and see that it's a muggle forgery or blacksmith room to make weapons and I see sitting on a table was a silvery black and red hilt that I remembered mother mentioned that the first death bringer made using a red crystal and black crystal to make a sword blade that sliced through anything and block all spells even the unblockable killing curse.
I pick it up and seeing a red crystal and black crystal next to it so I open the handle putting in the red crystal and closing the handle and turning on the sword feeling a sort of power flow through me like an ability had been awakened when I grabbed the sword. I look to my hands to lightning crackling between my fingers and surrounding the blade of sword.
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Y/n: well this power will come in handy.
I return to the main part of the common room and turn off the sword and put the sword hilt on a magnetic part of my belt and go to the command room. I notice that the hallway towards the command room has a purplish and silver metal with lights on the ceiling towards a metal door.
(Ignore the gun and cross hairs)
I go in the room after the door opens. I notice that it's filled with the same purplish and silver metal with a table with a glowing blue light in it's center with a hard glass going over the table surface.
I exit the room and head to bed to rest for the start of another day of classes.
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