Saturday, March 12. 1AM.

Experimental Notes on Subject A (Adon Eleor)
by Alberic Grimm

Background: Subject chosen due to excessive vitality, soundness of body, and convenience in situation easily allowing for close supervision and monitoring.

Subject's halance and mobility impaired due to inebriation. BAC approx. .3 per cent. Exhibited delayed responses and defenses when approached. Demonstrated full use of his vocabulary, Hebrew and English, and potentially other languages besides.

Showed significant but uncoordinated resistance. Subject restrained and bound to prevent further injury. Continues to demonstrate full use of vocabulary. Heart rate elevated.

First attempt: Using simultaneous legilimantic grip and and modified memory extraction spell, vacated the soul, a silver-blue, nebulous mass approximately 24cm, swiftly from body, and stored in canopic jar.[1]

Result: Temporary death of subject. 

Observations: Without the soul to drive it, the body ceased to function and the soul to reside within it. Though the separation could be considered complete, it remains uncertain whether this constitutes true “death.” Since the subject's soul is contained in canopic jar, it cannot have departed beyond the veil. Categorically, the subject is more likely to fall in with ghosts: deceased but not departed.

Modifications will be needed to keep the subject alive. Second attempt will include a more gradual evacuation of the soul.

1.	Obtained from Josephine St. Just in this thread.

To a point, everything had been going to plan. The plan was simple: catch Adon Eleor unawares, extract his soul. By storing the soul in the canopic jar, Alberic would then be at leisure to sort through the contained memories, modifying memories and extracting rich blackmail material as he saw fit.  Doing so would satisfy Ira Almasy's demands for a discrete removal of the Auror (and what he knew) from the case, and further his own research. In time, the remaining memories could be restored with the soul, and Adon Eleor could go about his business, Ira with hers, and Alberic could embark upon a rich, new field of research previously unknown to necromancers.

Adon had made it laughably simple for him, staggering out of Death & Co unaccompanied, inebriated, and clutching a hand over a bleeding nose.[2]  He hadn't even looked up by the time Alberic had cast the restraining spell.  He might have been yelling obscenities to the sky, but he was restrained, incapacitated, and wholly harmless. Level Two's finest.

Alberic put great care into smoothly and swiftly extracting the soul, hand clasping Adon's, wand at his nephew's temple; he pulled, with great force, the whole of it: thoughts, memories, feelings, and soul flew from his body.  And there went the plan.  Alberic Grimm not considered that the effort would kill his nephew. The body could continue for years, a shelled husk, with a Dementor’s kiss. What did Alberic miss? Frowning, Alberic considered the slumped, lifeless body before him. He regarded the jar, filled nearly to the brim with swirling silver ether.

It was said that Avada Kedavra came from the Aramaic avada k’davra: “To disappear/be lost at this Word.”  Alberic felt a thrill, on the brink of a more powerful magic:  Nothing need be lost in any of this.  Alberic held Adon right here, cradled in embryo, in this jar. Then, with wave of his wand, Alberic planted it back within his shell of a body. It was a power the gods might envy.

Alberic waited.

And, easy as that, things were back on course again, with some pleasant improvements. Gasping and sputtering, Adon began thrashing against his restraints, beginning to beg, crying uncle.  It was impossible to tell whether this was an appeal to their familial ties, or a continuation of their longstanding game of submission.[3]

Gently this time, Alberic tugged first at the memories of happiness.  It was always what a Dementor chose first. Adon Eleor had been a good choice; he was filled with it, delicate but vibrant strands that Alberic pulled away and deposited into the jar.  As the jar began to fill once more with the whisps of soul, Adon’s protests grew more desperate--he writhed and growled like a wild animal.

Interesting.  It was said that Dementors fed off of happiness, memories, and the will to live.  It was quite logical, really, that the will to live would be the most resilient of the three. Happiness could be so fleeting.  But a person could beg to be spared alive, even in the midst of misery.  He observed his nephew.  Tears. He was sputtering, gagging. Miserable, indeed.

Alberic stripped away the final memories of his family.  The memories of friends and work long since gone. Adon’s sounds were now incoherent.

Almost done now. Alberic tugged at the remaining, fraying threads of the soul.  Alberic felt only the remnants, the dregs of Adon: a whimpering fear and a fading sadness.  Alberic smiled down at his nephew: he was growing peaceful.

The last, of course, was that will to live. Alberic studied his nephew’s face as it fled.  Adon’s body finally relaxed, slumping against the flagstones. Alberic dissolved the bonds and began to resume his notes.

2.	Courtesy of Aisling Cooper, permission from Sly.
3.	As a youth, Alberic would often play "gotcher nose," taking Adon's nose, pinning him down, and refusing to return it until he cried "Uncle."