The streets in Hogsmeade, normally filled with cheerful shoppers, were a
complete opposite at night. Men would wander around until they passed out
from the beer. Young witches sat in a circle smoking and laughing, the
sound brittle and harsh to hear. Leaning against cars, seducing the
passengers, were hookers of every age, sex, and overall variety.
Harry heard a voice behind him coming closer. He hid. Barely a minute
later, a girl his age walked into the alley he was hidden in. She had
black greasy hair from nights of not washing, and smelled like sex
covered up by too much of some man's cologne. She was crying, but it
was a dream, so in a distant part of his mind he reassured himself
that there wasn't anything for him to do about it. A man walked in
after her.
"Get back here you fucking bitch!" He grabbed her and pulled her back to him. Harry forgot that it was a dream and ran at him, only to pass right through him and into her. He tried to step out, but now she was gone, and he was the whore the man was trying to rape. Suddenly his eyes narrowed and he shoved the man aside. The girl was there again, whispering. Harry watched, stunned, as the man fumbled around for a moment before finding a jagged piece of glass. The girl was speaking louder now.
"Slit your throat."
Her voice was completely void of any emotion as she said it. Harry noticed absentmindedly that she had a tattoo of a snake winding around her stomach where the shirt cut off. The rest of his mind focused on the man who was try grasping the hand with the glass and trying to push it away as if he didn't even recognize it.
"Slit your throat."
Somehow, without the tone changing at all, the girl's voice grew more forceful. Harry could almost see the man's will break against his former victim's. Then Harry was the one standing there. He panicked and tried to run, but his arm reached up and pressed the broken shard of glass against his throat and push. Harry was out of the man again, watching his body slump against the wall. The girl turned towards him and-
Harry woke up screaming.
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Alrighty then. was that a good enough prologue? Any suggestions? Help? I already know what I'm doing about that girl, but if you want to tell me an idea about how she actually meets Harry, or should he already be at Hogwarts? Or.
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"Get back here you fucking bitch!" He grabbed her and pulled her back to him. Harry forgot that it was a dream and ran at him, only to pass right through him and into her. He tried to step out, but now she was gone, and he was the whore the man was trying to rape. Suddenly his eyes narrowed and he shoved the man aside. The girl was there again, whispering. Harry watched, stunned, as the man fumbled around for a moment before finding a jagged piece of glass. The girl was speaking louder now.
"Slit your throat."
Her voice was completely void of any emotion as she said it. Harry noticed absentmindedly that she had a tattoo of a snake winding around her stomach where the shirt cut off. The rest of his mind focused on the man who was try grasping the hand with the glass and trying to push it away as if he didn't even recognize it.
"Slit your throat."
Somehow, without the tone changing at all, the girl's voice grew more forceful. Harry could almost see the man's will break against his former victim's. Then Harry was the one standing there. He panicked and tried to run, but his arm reached up and pressed the broken shard of glass against his throat and push. Harry was out of the man again, watching his body slump against the wall. The girl turned towards him and-
Harry woke up screaming.
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Alrighty then. was that a good enough prologue? Any suggestions? Help? I already know what I'm doing about that girl, but if you want to tell me an idea about how she actually meets Harry, or should he already be at Hogwarts? Or.
Silent Angel