I don't own Harry Potter, wish i did... well today is my birthday, maybe someone can give me the rights as a gift??? No, figures... Oh, well on to the story

This has not been beta'd.


The figure walked slowly, with its flowing white robes that fluttered in the night wind. The path behind it blossomed with life of both plants and that of animals alike. Turning its head, a smile could be seen on its lips underneath the hood of the figure. Giving a smooth and gentle laugh, the figure resumed its walk, after all it would not do being late to a meeting that had been requested of them, now would it?

Seeing a dark robe moving about in the wind, it being to hurry, seeing that the other person was already there waiting for them. Giving a sheepish smile, the figure apologized to its counterpart, readying itself for a scolding, yet not receiving any. Confused, it drew nearer to its counterpart that was near a cliff overlooking a small village that appeared to be under attack of some sort by wizards in dark robes and white masks. Frowning at the needless loss of life, the figure return its gaze to its counterpart, looking into their wide eyes, that had some sort of glazed look upon them.

Raising its hand, it quickly waved it in front of the other and getting no reaction from them, a small gleam of worry settled in its own eyes at this, the other always reacted to when it made some idiotic gesture. Following the others gaze, it once again was looking at the village and the lone house that was apart from the others were it seemed that the fighting seemed to be focused on. It saw two figures go into the home, a tall and thin man it seemed, that was pale as the moonlight, and a short and round one that seemed terribly nervous for some reason. It was after the two men went in that the yelling and names of spells begin to be heard within the home before one final scream of a woman and a bright flash of green came from the home.

It was then that it began to notice the ragged breath of its counterpart, glancing back one to see if it was okay, that was when it noticed the darkening of the others skin, and the babbling that spilled forth from the others mouth as the darkening continued up her shaking arms and what little could be seen of her chest.

The dark one began to shout and scream, "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! How is it that I can feel the tearing of ones soul, when that person has no soul!" as it fell to the ground to its knees.

The other stared in horror at the other, "Sister, what is the matter? What is it that ails you so? Tell me, so I may stop it." The other was shaken to the core, how is its counterpart become corrupted from the inside out. For the other was becoming corrupted, it could feel it within itself, the smell of rotting flesh, the rotting of plant life as well as the sudden deaths of animals around them and the darkening of her skin attested to that.

Raising a continuously rotting hand, it pointed to the lone home that it had seen the two men go into earlier and that had now been destroyed and the cries of a young child could be heard, even from were the two located on the cliff. Focusing on the lone house, it noticed a single figure once again rushing into the home, and once it came out it was carrying a young boy around the age of one, with jet black hair and what seemed to a lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

"The boy, sister? Is he what caused this?" It asked, its eyes following the figure with boy, for if it was the boy that caused this then he must be eliminated for the natural order of things to be restored.

Shaking her head, "The other man, he began to create something and tonight he finished it, something so foul that it would even effect me as well." Raising her head, it saw the once beautiful face of its sister becoming haggard and dark, biting its lip, it knelt on the ground in front of the other.

" Do not worry sister, our servant will return things to normal, for he is to help maintain the balance that has been since the beginning, just wait some time, until then sister, sleep, sleep a deep sleep..." and with that, Death began its long sleep, which would last some eighteen years...


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Okay, so I am totally going in a new direction for this story, thankful i can still use the other chapter in the process...
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