As the Song flowed from his lips, it took tangible form, weaving around the halfway assembled weapon. The goblin silver started to take shape into a cylinder, where thousands of minuscule runes surrounding it, making anything that entered it accelerate to an absurd degree. Some of the left-over Orichalcum into a cylinder willed with holes. He also created a small hammer that was connected to the veins of Orichalcum touching the ruby. The energy stored in the ruby could be channelled into the hammer, which would start the firing process.
Harry connected the hammer to the motion of a trigger, making it move when it did. Finally, the weapon was assembled into the familiar form of a gun, a colt to be exact. The wood finally moved like liquid and surrounded the handle. The moment it was assembled, hundreds of runes started to surround it, ones that Harry actually recognized. It was just some very powerful protection enchantments as well as using the wood as a focus to absorb ambient magic and store it into the ruby, to channel that magic later on.
Now, all that was left were the bullets, which were the most vital pieces of the weapon. After all, so far, Harry had only created a gun made of Goblin Silver and Orichalcum, that accelerated any projectile and added some magic to the target. What made this weapon special would be the bullets.
The remaining Goblin silver divided itself into seven pieces, taking the shape of a bullet. Slowly, the locket Horcrux started to move towards the bullets. Harry's voice intensified, and the locket started to shake open, revealing the black eldritch monstrosity inside that used to be a part of a soul. Voldemort was a fool for damaging himself so, and Harry was going to use that to his advantage.
Slowly, the soul started to be drained of energy, separating the connection to the Dark Lord, and letting it move on to the afterlife with a large scream. However, the energy remaining was a small crystal shard of energy that had the properties of a soul, but still wasn't one. It was a paradox that was only possible because of the fact that Voldemort made at least one Horcrux.
Normally, life force and the soul go hand in hand, but splitting a soul can make this energy leak. Of course, the rituals make sure that it doesn't happen automatically, or that it recharges it somehow. Harry wasn't exactly an expert on the matter, but long story short, Harry was able to separate the soul and the energy within, creating a pseudo-soul.
That energy was fragmented into seven pieces, each being absorbed into a bullet. To be able to contain it, countless runes that Harry couldn't make heads or tails of, started to spread around each bullet. However, the Potter scion had a general idea of what was happening. Sure, the bullets became unbreakable, the moment they housed his pseudo soul, but the main reason Harry had chosen to do what he did was the fact that the soul was connected to every single dimension possible in reality. It was a magical requirement for life to exist. Therefore, what Harry had essentially done is use this property to enchant the Goblin Silver to literally attack every dimension at once. Now, magical protections were useless against it. Hell, even physical shields wouldn't work. These enchantments, of course, would only be activated with a burst of magic, which would be provided by the revolver.
The only thing that could stop a bullet that is fired, would be a soul. What Harry had created was a weapon capable of killing literally anything. As long as it has a soul, Harry's colt would kill it.
Slowly, the bullets levitated towards the cylinder, filling each of the slots inside. With that done, Harry grabbed the gun by its handle and felt the power within it. It bonded with Harry and immediately accepted him as its master. Yes, this will do. This was worth all the trouble.
The Potter scion looked up at the man who had witnessed the creation of what was probably one of the most dangerous weapons in the world. Arcturus Black was gaping at him and the young Slytherin gave him a giant grin, "So, what do you think? Was it everything you imagined?"
These were the last words he let out before he felt really tired and woozy. Darkness followed soon afterwards.
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