Only I Could Die in This Jar... Live in This Jar?

Without the pull from the pitch-black vortex, the glimmer drifted toward Vizet at incredible speed and merged into Regulus Black's Locket.

The Fire Ring once again encircled Lake Heart Island, and the Inferi at the bottom of the lake, who had been starting to stir, sank back into silence.

Click!

Vizet closed the locket, quickly walked up to the Crystal Jar, and placed the locket inside.

Kreacher hurriedly screwed the lid on tight and asked in an uncertain tone, "Great Mr. Lovegood, is this... enough?"

"This is enough... everything went smoothly," Vizet replied. "But I think Mr. Regulus Black may need a little time before he wakes."

He looked toward Dumbledore. Dumbledore's forehead was covered in sweat, his eyelids drooped, his lips were pale, and exhaustion was written all over his face. "Headmaster Dumbledore, you..."

"It was a little more tiring than I imagined," Dumbledore said, a gentle smile appearing on his face as always. "But being able to save a soul is worth it no matter what."

"It was only a vortex representing death. It truly wasn't as difficult to deal with as you might imagine." Seeing the worry on Vizet's face, he continued, "At most, I simply won't stay up late tonight..."

"Headmaster Dumbledore, do you need some Soul Soothing Potion?" Vizet asked. "I keep some prepared on me..."

"That would be wonderful!" Dumbledore said. "Severus's Soul Soothing Potion... always tastes especially bitter."

"When I drank the Soul Soothing Potion Horace brewed before, there was no bitter taste in it. I don't think that should be normal."

With a splash of water, Sirius Black and the others struggled onto the shore, then lay on their backs at the edge of Lake Heart Island.

Regulus Black's body had been brought back to the lakeshore. He had a face