--------------------
Harry Potter and the
Loddus Stone
-------------------
~Chapter 1
-----------------
"...The dark wind blows..."
Pale, ice blue eyes shot open with a start as a loud burst of thunder echoed through a dark room. A young girl sat up in a grand old bed and looked around her dark room. A quick flash of lighting illuminated the room briefly. The young girl took a quick glance at a dark wall on the opposite side of the room. With a quick nod, a fire burst up in a fireplace where she had been looking. She quickly pushed back her satin blankets and walked over to a mirror that sat in an open wardrobe. Staring back at her was a young girl of 11 years old; she had long white hair that came to her ankles and was pulled back with a black bow at her knees. She had pale, piercing, ice blue eyes, and a fair complexion; her face wore a blank, emotionless expression that her eyes betrayed. This was the only part of herself the young girl liked; her eyes.
She shook her head and pushed the wardrobe closed and walked over to her window and looked out and looked back at her door. She listened intently, there was no sound aside from the rumbling of the thunder and the crackling of the fire. The young girl sat down on the widow sill and pushed her windows open, glancing back at the door and then back out at the stormy skies. She pulled a silver necklace out from under her black nightgown. It had a rather large black stone, about the size of her fist, closed in a silver cage that was dangling off a fine silver chain. She held the stone up at eye level and stared into it. She seemed to see something no one else could.
She stared at the stone for a long while before softly whispering the words "...the dark wind blows..." The stone began to emit quick, short flashes of light, showing scenes that only the young girl seemed to understand. Slowly, the flashes became longer until it stopped on a scene that the girl stared at intently. There, in the black stone was a young boy with black ruffled hair and glasses. On his forehead he wore a scar the shape of a lighting bolt.
"...who is this...?" She whispered to the stone quietly. The stone emitted a white stream of light that touched her forehead. She closed her eyes and concentrated. Just then the door suddenly opened and a figure stepped into the room. The girl jerked her eyes open and put the stone down quickly, and looked back at the intruder, eyes narrowed dangerously, now only showing contempt and loathing.
" You're being summoned." An elderly man said in a cold voice. The young girl wanted dearly to tell the man to leave her alone, but she knew better of this and gave him a quick nod. The man turned on heel and marched out of the room, closing the door behind him. She frowned and turned her gaze back to the stone in her hand and shook her head. She put the necklace back on and tucked it under her nightdress and walked out of the room. She marched silently down a large dark hall, turned on a staircase, and briskly walked down and turned right and marched through a door that swung open as she neared it. The young girl came to a sudden halt it front of a very large oak door and looked at it. Glancing over, to her right, she spotted a large snake and froze. But quickly recovered, seeing that it was only statue. She glanced back behind her and, with a deep sigh, pushed the door open and peered in. It was a study. There was a large fire on an opposite wall, and many books on the shelves around the room. She jumped as a man's cold voice spoke to her.
" Ah, yes. I've been waiting for you. Come in, come in." The voice came from a large chair that sat near the fire. The young girl pushed the door open and walked the rest of the way in and closed the door behind her. She stood there for a long moment, completely motionless. " Now, now child. No need to be so shy, come here, closer." She hesitated a moment before walking up the back of the chair, only about a foot from it.
" That's better. Now child, tell me, what are doing up so late?" The voice asked, very quietly.
" You called me-"
" Don't lie child. You were already awake. What were you doing? Did it have anything to do with you're little charm?" The girl knew better than to be shocked that he had found out. Of course he'd have known. She frowned but remained silent. " What did it show you child? What have you seen now?" She frowned and seemed to be pondering her answer. If she said nothing, he would know she was lying. She thought for a moment more before taking a deep breath.
" I'm not sure." And this was no lie. She didn't understand what she had seen. Who was the boy? What did he have to do with anything? A sigh came from the chair that brought her back to reality.
" Child, you know better than to be less that truthful."
" I am being truthful. I have said nothing insincere. I am not sure of what I saw. Nor will I be anytime soon now that you have interrupted me." She said coldly. The cold man's voice laughed lightly, as a hand picked up a glass off of the table near by.
" You are the only one, child. The only one that would speak to me like that. You are very brave. That will serve you well one day. Though I hesitate to say if that will be in my favor?" The girl didn't reply to this. Instead, she kept her eyes fixed on the chair in a light glare. After a moment of silence, the girl spoke again.
" If have nothing more to ask me, I will excuse myself, for I do not wish bother you. Good night." With that, she turned on heel and walked to the door. As she opened the door, the voice spoke one last time.
"Close that window child. You'll get sick. And we wouldn't want that now would we?" Without answering, she marched out the door and headed to the staircase. When she finally reached her room, she closed the door and locked it. Marching over to the window, the girl pulled out her necklace and sat on windowsill and held up to her eye level and closed her eyes, concentrating. The light came from the stone and touched her forehead, after a long moment the answer to one of her many questions came.
" Harry...Harry Potter?" She opened her eyes and looked quizzically at the stone. She frowned. "Well...what does this...Harry Potter...have to do with anything?" After a brief moment the stone emitted another beam of light, this one emerald green. She stared at the stone for a long moment, almost as if it was telling her something that no one else could understand, or even hear for that matter. The beam of light turned a deep blue, then to a red. The girl quickly closed her eyes as a look of pain swept over her soft features. After a long minute she opened her eyes, which had turned from soft, piercing ice blue to deep-set crimson red. She raised the stone slightly higher and began focusing at a swirl of color that had formed inside it.
"Ventoto vendiriem venaitmonton..." The words came as the softest whisper, but had great effect. The girl let go of the stone and it floated in mid air, unaided, as multicolored light came out from all angles. After a moment, all the lights faded away within the blink of an eye and fell into the girl's out-stretched hand. Her eyes stayed red for a few seconds after, and then slowly changed back to the soft ice blue. The girl looked at the stone in her hand and frowned. She knew what had to be done, but doing it would be the hard part. She had to get to the boy, Harry Potter. She didn't even have to weigh the consequences. The girl jumped up and put the necklace on and walked over to her wardrobe. The door swung open when she got near it and a small bag floated out. She caught it and grabbed a few black robes and stuffed them into her bag along with an extra pair of boots. She walked over to the small table that sat beside her bed and opened the drawer. Picking up a small golden key, she closed the drawer with her hip and dropped her bag on her bed. The girl opened it and put the key in small mahogany box that was in there and walked to the small bench at the end of her bed and picked up a pair of black robes.
After changing, the girl grabbed her bag and walked to the door. She turned around and looked at the fire, which instantly died. She opened her door and walked out closing behind her and turning to it. She closed her eyes and brought her hand and mumbled something inaudible before turning on heel and marching down the hallway silently. She brushed a strand of white hair out her eyes as she looked around at the bottom of the stairs. After ensuring that no one was coming, she bolted noiselessly toward the large oak front doors. They quietly swung open, allowing her to pass.
The girl didn't look back as she walked away. Not until she was at the woods that surrounded it. She looked back and walked into the woods, pulling out her stone and looking at it. Looking inside it she smiled and let it drop outside of her black robes and kept walking. The stone showed the young boy with black hair and the lighting bolt scar asleep.
And 500 miles away, and 25 years later, the boy named Harry Potter woke with a start.
~End Chapter One
--------
Authors Notes: It sucks, but reviews, comments, flames, whatever are all welcome. More soon to come if this doesn't suck totally ;)
Harry Potter and the
Loddus Stone
-------------------
~Chapter 1
-----------------
"...The dark wind blows..."
Pale, ice blue eyes shot open with a start as a loud burst of thunder echoed through a dark room. A young girl sat up in a grand old bed and looked around her dark room. A quick flash of lighting illuminated the room briefly. The young girl took a quick glance at a dark wall on the opposite side of the room. With a quick nod, a fire burst up in a fireplace where she had been looking. She quickly pushed back her satin blankets and walked over to a mirror that sat in an open wardrobe. Staring back at her was a young girl of 11 years old; she had long white hair that came to her ankles and was pulled back with a black bow at her knees. She had pale, piercing, ice blue eyes, and a fair complexion; her face wore a blank, emotionless expression that her eyes betrayed. This was the only part of herself the young girl liked; her eyes.
She shook her head and pushed the wardrobe closed and walked over to her window and looked out and looked back at her door. She listened intently, there was no sound aside from the rumbling of the thunder and the crackling of the fire. The young girl sat down on the widow sill and pushed her windows open, glancing back at the door and then back out at the stormy skies. She pulled a silver necklace out from under her black nightgown. It had a rather large black stone, about the size of her fist, closed in a silver cage that was dangling off a fine silver chain. She held the stone up at eye level and stared into it. She seemed to see something no one else could.
She stared at the stone for a long while before softly whispering the words "...the dark wind blows..." The stone began to emit quick, short flashes of light, showing scenes that only the young girl seemed to understand. Slowly, the flashes became longer until it stopped on a scene that the girl stared at intently. There, in the black stone was a young boy with black ruffled hair and glasses. On his forehead he wore a scar the shape of a lighting bolt.
"...who is this...?" She whispered to the stone quietly. The stone emitted a white stream of light that touched her forehead. She closed her eyes and concentrated. Just then the door suddenly opened and a figure stepped into the room. The girl jerked her eyes open and put the stone down quickly, and looked back at the intruder, eyes narrowed dangerously, now only showing contempt and loathing.
" You're being summoned." An elderly man said in a cold voice. The young girl wanted dearly to tell the man to leave her alone, but she knew better of this and gave him a quick nod. The man turned on heel and marched out of the room, closing the door behind him. She frowned and turned her gaze back to the stone in her hand and shook her head. She put the necklace back on and tucked it under her nightdress and walked out of the room. She marched silently down a large dark hall, turned on a staircase, and briskly walked down and turned right and marched through a door that swung open as she neared it. The young girl came to a sudden halt it front of a very large oak door and looked at it. Glancing over, to her right, she spotted a large snake and froze. But quickly recovered, seeing that it was only statue. She glanced back behind her and, with a deep sigh, pushed the door open and peered in. It was a study. There was a large fire on an opposite wall, and many books on the shelves around the room. She jumped as a man's cold voice spoke to her.
" Ah, yes. I've been waiting for you. Come in, come in." The voice came from a large chair that sat near the fire. The young girl pushed the door open and walked the rest of the way in and closed the door behind her. She stood there for a long moment, completely motionless. " Now, now child. No need to be so shy, come here, closer." She hesitated a moment before walking up the back of the chair, only about a foot from it.
" That's better. Now child, tell me, what are doing up so late?" The voice asked, very quietly.
" You called me-"
" Don't lie child. You were already awake. What were you doing? Did it have anything to do with you're little charm?" The girl knew better than to be shocked that he had found out. Of course he'd have known. She frowned but remained silent. " What did it show you child? What have you seen now?" She frowned and seemed to be pondering her answer. If she said nothing, he would know she was lying. She thought for a moment more before taking a deep breath.
" I'm not sure." And this was no lie. She didn't understand what she had seen. Who was the boy? What did he have to do with anything? A sigh came from the chair that brought her back to reality.
" Child, you know better than to be less that truthful."
" I am being truthful. I have said nothing insincere. I am not sure of what I saw. Nor will I be anytime soon now that you have interrupted me." She said coldly. The cold man's voice laughed lightly, as a hand picked up a glass off of the table near by.
" You are the only one, child. The only one that would speak to me like that. You are very brave. That will serve you well one day. Though I hesitate to say if that will be in my favor?" The girl didn't reply to this. Instead, she kept her eyes fixed on the chair in a light glare. After a moment of silence, the girl spoke again.
" If have nothing more to ask me, I will excuse myself, for I do not wish bother you. Good night." With that, she turned on heel and walked to the door. As she opened the door, the voice spoke one last time.
"Close that window child. You'll get sick. And we wouldn't want that now would we?" Without answering, she marched out the door and headed to the staircase. When she finally reached her room, she closed the door and locked it. Marching over to the window, the girl pulled out her necklace and sat on windowsill and held up to her eye level and closed her eyes, concentrating. The light came from the stone and touched her forehead, after a long moment the answer to one of her many questions came.
" Harry...Harry Potter?" She opened her eyes and looked quizzically at the stone. She frowned. "Well...what does this...Harry Potter...have to do with anything?" After a brief moment the stone emitted another beam of light, this one emerald green. She stared at the stone for a long moment, almost as if it was telling her something that no one else could understand, or even hear for that matter. The beam of light turned a deep blue, then to a red. The girl quickly closed her eyes as a look of pain swept over her soft features. After a long minute she opened her eyes, which had turned from soft, piercing ice blue to deep-set crimson red. She raised the stone slightly higher and began focusing at a swirl of color that had formed inside it.
"Ventoto vendiriem venaitmonton..." The words came as the softest whisper, but had great effect. The girl let go of the stone and it floated in mid air, unaided, as multicolored light came out from all angles. After a moment, all the lights faded away within the blink of an eye and fell into the girl's out-stretched hand. Her eyes stayed red for a few seconds after, and then slowly changed back to the soft ice blue. The girl looked at the stone in her hand and frowned. She knew what had to be done, but doing it would be the hard part. She had to get to the boy, Harry Potter. She didn't even have to weigh the consequences. The girl jumped up and put the necklace on and walked over to her wardrobe. The door swung open when she got near it and a small bag floated out. She caught it and grabbed a few black robes and stuffed them into her bag along with an extra pair of boots. She walked over to the small table that sat beside her bed and opened the drawer. Picking up a small golden key, she closed the drawer with her hip and dropped her bag on her bed. The girl opened it and put the key in small mahogany box that was in there and walked to the small bench at the end of her bed and picked up a pair of black robes.
After changing, the girl grabbed her bag and walked to the door. She turned around and looked at the fire, which instantly died. She opened her door and walked out closing behind her and turning to it. She closed her eyes and brought her hand and mumbled something inaudible before turning on heel and marching down the hallway silently. She brushed a strand of white hair out her eyes as she looked around at the bottom of the stairs. After ensuring that no one was coming, she bolted noiselessly toward the large oak front doors. They quietly swung open, allowing her to pass.
The girl didn't look back as she walked away. Not until she was at the woods that surrounded it. She looked back and walked into the woods, pulling out her stone and looking at it. Looking inside it she smiled and let it drop outside of her black robes and kept walking. The stone showed the young boy with black hair and the lighting bolt scar asleep.
And 500 miles away, and 25 years later, the boy named Harry Potter woke with a start.
~End Chapter One
--------
Authors Notes: It sucks, but reviews, comments, flames, whatever are all welcome. More soon to come if this doesn't suck totally ;)