Ambrose Jaxon White

                                    

                                          
Ambrose Jaxon White**
His eyes fluttered opened, and groaning, he looked around himself. Tom was layed out unconscious a few feet away, and Quirrel was in a similar state in the center of the pentagram. He heaved himself up off the floor, shaking out his longer arms and legs to get used to them, and noticed that the lines cracking over Era's fingertips were not a part of this body.
Another thing he noticed was that there were only two tattoos of familiars on his skin, but they were recognizable to him. He summoned them into the physical plane, and was met with a large snake and a very much altered sworvax.
"Guys, what happened?" Ambrose asked, his voice scratchy as if he'd not spoken in weeks.
Kayleira, for when he saw her better there was not a doubt in his mind it was she, those flaming violet eyes were a dead giveaway, said, "You. . . Used too much magic. And-We, all eight of us, tried to absorb the power. We created a link, and just as it was beginning to work, you died. . . How are you alive? And why have you gotten bigger?"
"That's a long story. What happened when I died?"
"You're going to have to tell me later," she threatened, though she looked so drained the threat was somewhat lost on him, "But, after you died, there was such a powerful wave of magic that left you and went into us that we- changed. Morphed. Combined. I don't know! All seven of your snake familiars combined into a single body, and I- I changed," she finished somewhat lamely.
Rather than the gray smoke she used to be made up of, she was a pure black. Still seeming to be made up of mist though, her somewhat bear-shaped body and wings remained the same form as had been previous. The differences under the surface however were much more drastic. She was immensely powerful, and Ambrose didn't even think there was a number classification suitable to describe it.
He hugged her suddenly, overcome by emotion, and whispered, "I'm so glad you're alright," before pulling back and sniffing a bit.
Concernedly, Ambrose held an arm out to his other familiar, scared. He couldn't even tell which of his snakes had survived. Wait, but Kayleira had said- his snake familiar came coiling up his arm and rested around his neck. His smoky black body was cool and smooth where it met skin, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation.
~You are such a jerk!~ the snake said.
~What?~ Ambrose replied, in startled surprise.
~Now we're all sharing the same body! Then you went and died on us! You're a horrible person too, 'cause we were all concerned about you, but then we didn't have to be, and so instead of mourning you together, we're just suffering being fused together! Do you have any idea what it's like to have seven people inhabiting the same mind!?!?!~
~Um. . . No?~ Ambrose said uncertainly.
~That's right, you don't, which also means you can't comprehend how angry we are with you!~
With that, they melded back to his skin in the form of a tattoo, leaving him dazedly looking at Kayleira.
"What. . . ?"
"You really are completely stupid," Kayleira said, crossing her arms over her chest, apparently back to herself, "They're pissed at you because it was your magic overload death scene that made them share a body. How did you not understand that out of what they said? They repeated it, like, a million times, numbskull."
"I did get that part," Ambrose said irritably, "I just never got what their name is now."
"Well, Era, perhaps you should have asked then!"
"Oh, um, my name's not Era. . . When I died, it was really Era's body that died which means-"
"Well what the bloody hell is your name then?" Kayleira fumed.
"Ambrose!" he said, holding his hands out to ward off any physical attack she might launch, "It's Ambrose Jaxon White!"
"Okay. You should have just started that you idle-brained moron. It might've saved you a little from our wrath."
""'Our wrath'? Why are you wrathful? All that happened to you was a color change and a power boost!"
"No, I also had to put up with a whiny snake! That's your fault, so now I'm taking it out on you."
"Come on, that's not fair."
"Yeah? Well life's not fair. Get over yourself Amby."
"My name is Ambrose. Not Amby, never Amby, Ambrose. Spell it with me, A-M-B-R-O-S-E. In case you don't know how to read, that spells AMBROSE! Which means 'immortal' in Greek. Calling me Amby makes me sound like a baby girl and I refu-"
"Yackity yack yack. Would you just shut up already? And Ambrose is so pretentious. I think Amby suits you better. And by the way, you are a baby. You're only eleven years old."
Ambrose clenched his hands into fists, feeling the oddest urge to strangle his familiar. She was so bloody annoying!
"If you call me Amby one more time, I swear I won't respond to you!"
"Oh good! Finally some peace and quiet at last! Thank you, Amby."
Rolling his eyes, Ambrose ignored his familiar and turned his attention to Tom. He still hadn't gotten a good look at his mate yet, but since Tom wasn't wearing anything, he'd been trying to preserve the guy's modesty.
Without really looking at him, Ambrose scooped Tom into his arms, and carried him into the bathroom where he put a fluffy white robe on him. He, now that Ambrose was getting a good look at him, was around twenty-two years old, perhaps 5, 10", with coal black hair that had just a bit of a curl to it.
Gently, he cupped his hand to his mate's cheek. The tattoos representing life and death given to him by his adoptive mother seemed particularly vivid, and memories of the encounters he'd faced with the balances were fresh in his mind.
He brushed a kiss over Tom's forehead, and brought him to his bedroom where he slid his comatose mate beneath the covers. Easier than before, his magic slid over his sight practically before he wished it so. 
It showed him what he needed to see, that Tom was in perfect health, and also that his power level exceeded what he'd expected. Dumbledore's mind had shown Tom's strength as less, and either the liar had puffed himself up so much he was delusional, or Tom's core had not fully developed by the time he was sixteen and the horcrux prevented it's continued expansion. He figured it was 50/50, with the liar being so messed up in the head and all.
With his worries eased, he returned to the other room. With his vision still magic-filmed, he inspected the man. There were no issues he could detect, his magic was functioning properly and his soul was intact. Also, his meridians which Era had died to fix were in perfect order. Now for the conundrum.
When Quirrel woke up, there was a good chance he'd remember being possesed. If Ambrose was the first person that he saw, suspicion might fall on him. He was far more concerned, however, that suspicion would fall on Tom because of his current unconscious state, and it was well known that rituals sapped energy.
So, he needed to move Quirrel away from Tom before he woke up. That was a simple enough task, but the question was, where to? After pondering for a few seconds, he decided that he'd take Quirrel to an unoccupied house on his property that he thought of as belonging to the Ineas. 
He apparated with the man to a small house on the far edges of the Ineas' town and settled down to wait for the other man to wake up.