Summary: The havoc of the entire wizard world revolves round a golden key, able to open the portals of the deep depths of hell. Once reopened, the darkest beings will rise and kill the weak only to strengthen their leader. When discovered, a relationship ends, a few begins and precious loved ones die tragically. All in the short time of their presence of this particular key.
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A Harry Potter fan fiction
Written by ladykamille
The Master Key
Chapter One
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'Master,' screeches a hoarse voice, 'it is lost, LOST!'
The human rushes down on his knees as the hood of his cloak falls, revealing his face with sweat dripping and a burning color of red.
'I am deeply sorry my Lord, please forgive me, please forgive me. Do not punish me for I am only a messenger. I have no part of this unforgivable act! PLEASE!!' he says in only one breath.
He was about to speak again but his Lord raised him hand, and silence ruled the chamber. All you can hear was the silent trembling of his jaw, dripping of blood on the floor, and his heavy breathing.
'Send me the guard of the key,' says the drawling voice.
At command, two hooded men rushed out and came back with another. They tossed him at their Lord's feet.
'You. what has become of you? I trusted you. I trusted you enough to guard a key! A BLOODY KEY!' boomed Lord Voldemort.
Silence.
'I'm. I'm dreadfully sorry Master, I-I have been lo-losing sleep this p- past few days,' was all he could mumble out.
'Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore.'
The man lifted his head up with eyes wide open and began his sentence, 'Th- ' but suddenly cut by the ray of green flashing before his very eyes and the whisper of the incantation "Avada Kadavra."
'Find it, find it NOW!' ordered Voldemort to his servants as he slinks back on his throne.
***
Ginny Weasley was in the hallways of Hogwarts, running, taking sharp turns to the nearest girl's bathroom. She needed to go. Real bad.
'You there! Red, stop! Hey.'
Ginny ignores the call, unaware that it was addressed to her, and enters the bathroom. She picks the nearest cubicle and lets all hell loose.
'Ahh. about damn time!' she mumbles to herself.
As she fixes her robes, she hears someone enter and the clicking of their heels behind them, circling the lavatory. She was about to step out until she suddenly hears Moaning Myrtle scream, 'A boy! A boy in the premises! Come to make fun of me now?'
"It's probably best if I pretended that I'm not here. Besides, who can resist good gossip?" she thinks to herself as she leans her ear closer to the door.
'Actually Myrtle, if you didn't notice, I'm a Head Boy. Besides, I'm not here for you today, I'm looking for the redhead.' Says a smooth yet icy voice that sends chills, both good and bad.
At that, she leans even closer and rests her hands, slightly below her head.
'Oh. a redhead huh? Well, she's in. there.' And suddenly, the door of Ginny's cubicle opens and down she falls, slamming her hands to the ground, her nose an inch away from the floor.
Ginny looks up at the grinning ghost. "Bloody ghost. Never liked me, that one," she thought. Then looks at the Head Boy, where brown meets silver eyes.
'Of course, who else? Draco Malfoy.'
'Yup, it's me: everyone's favorite Slytherin,' Draco says with his smirk.
'Hmm... yes. Well,' she replies, unimpressed, 'what do you want with me?'
'I don't want to do anything with you, Red.' he replies, looking at her like some dirty rag. 'I'm just here to ask you why you were running like some crazy animal and not stopping at my request.'
'Maybe you should open your eyes and use your brain, Malfoy. We're in a bathroom. And what's a bathroom for?'
'Listen, I personally don't want to know what's your business in the loos, Red.'
She completely ingored his repulsive reply and added, 'And maybe I didn't stop because you called me "Red". Ever thought of that reason?'
'Well... 20 points off Gryffindor for not thinking of the possible consequences of your actions.' He says, unaffected.
'Never knew you cared.'
'Actually, I don't give a damn. I just like taking off points.'
'Sod off.' She simply says.
'Nice, nice. 10 points off for insulting a Head Boy.'
'YOU CAN'T DO THAT!'
'Oh, just watch me.' Then Draco steps out with his cloak dragging behind him, slamming the door.
'I will get you, Malfoy. I don't how, I don't know when but soon. I guarantee you.' Ginny says, glaring at the door.
'Dear, I don't know if you have vision problems but he left already. No use wasting your breath on corny, been used to death sentences like that. Besides, they're just points. Why make a huge deal out of it?'
'Don't you have some wallowing in your misery left to do, Myrtle?' she says, storming out to the hallway, fuming.
'Bloody Gryffindors. Always thinking that all Slytherins are out to get them. Ever since movies came out, they think they're good enough to use the material! Bloody hell!'
***
'Stupid Snape' making me do potions I don't know'¦ Stupid Filch... Stupid cat... all of y'all are stupid! ... All I want to do is just step on the cat's tail and pull out all of her whiskers one by one. He-he-he. Yeah, that's the perfect revenge!' Ginny mumbles while scrubbing the bathroom floor before she had the toilets to clean and the trophy case to polish.
She had a nasty day after meeting Draco. She lost 10 points for failing a potion, then almost got late in her Transfiguration class, and afterwards got caught by Mrs. Norris (as if you can by a cat) because she was lurking about after hours. The point is she has detention, it's 10:52, she's tired, and she still hasn't started on her homework. Which will, for sure, give her extra homework for not doing it properly.
'Huh, still talking to yourself little Weasley?' says Myrtle.
'And you don't?'
Myrtle makes a little "whatever" and flew off. After her departure, she heard small footsteps, sounding too familiar.
'Oh crap.'
The door opens and there stands Draco Malfoy, seeing Ginny Weasley in all her glory: on all fours, with a scrub in her hand and a sponge on the other, and a bandana unsuccessfully covering her wild hair.
'So that's what you look like out of your Hogwarts robes. Can't your robust mother afford you new clothes?'
Ginny was so mad, so frustrated at him - even if that line was getting old. She didn't need the person who started this horrible day to end it, having said the last word. And so, she took matters into her own hands. She stands up, let go of the scrub, and stared at her hand. The sponge. She smiles. "This should be interesting," she thought. She was throwing the sponge up a little in the air, and then catching it, never taking an eye off him.
'You're wet.'
'No I'm not.'
'You will be.'
Then, she throws the sponge direct on his stomach. It didn't hurt him, of course; after all, it was just a sponge.
('Stupid kids,' says Myrtle, spying on them from the celing, 'they are so corny. Can't he see that she was totally coming on to him?')
'Damn you Weasley! Now my shirt has a huge wet spot. Can't afford nice clothes so you ruin other's who can??'
Ginny didn't regret it one bit. She didn't care if he was going to take points off, besides, they're just points.
Then again, she was grateful that she threw the sponge at him because he began to unbutton his polo, revealing his very, very muscular chest, showing his well-developed abs... hmm... yummy.
Ginny just couldn't tear her eyes off of him. 'Damn,' she thought, 'he is FIT! What I would do just to run my hands across his lovely chest and just...'
'Red, what are you doing? I know you can't resist my charm and beauty but please, close your mouth. You're drooling.'
Ginny mentally slaps herself for her to return in reality.
'Don't flatter yourself. I was just... just... oh! Just let me go to work, okay?' Then she goes back to work, the image of Draco Malfoy etched fresh in her mind.
'Poor, poor girl. Trying to deny that I'm much more attractive then Potter but you know that's not true,' he says, now half-naked, only wearing his trousers with his polo over his shoulder. 'You missed a spot,' he says, pointing on the floor.
'No I didn't.'
'Yes you did. Look.' Then he starts to walk on the tiles, leaving mud prints behind. 'You see?'
('And there it is again! Another cheesy and cliched act! What's wrong with this generation? I can't take this anymore' and Myrtle left the restroom.)
Ginny looks dangerously mad.
She pushes him to the floor, his back hitting one of the pipes exposed on the wall, making it burst open, causing water to flow across the room.
'Shit.' They say in unison.
Water floods the whole bathroom; Draco remains motionless because of the bash behind his back; the water continued in the hallways and Ginny Weasley was stuck on her tracks. A little "ping!" of a metal object wakes her up.
'Draco, Draco, we have to move! now! We must get out of here before someone comes in here and gets us in trouble. Draco? Draco? DRACO?!?!'
'Whuh... hiihiihii!' then he falls silent.
'Draco? YOU STUPID, STUPID, STUPID PERSON!' then she starts shaking him, as if it did him any good.
'DU-BLUH!' he suddenly shouts. 'WHAHAHA!'
'STUPID! We're wasting time. C'mon, let's go.' She levitates him and left the now-swimming pool. She set him down on the floor, in an empty classroom. Inside an empty, dry classroom.
Or so she thought.
A small river from the tiny crack of the door seeped through and was weirdly heading towards Ginny. Ginny takes a few steps back and slips, causing her to fall on Draco who was starting to come 'round.
'AARGH!'
'Draco, there had better be a pencil in your pocket coz it's poking my thigh!'
'Don't flatter yourself, Red. There's something in my pocket. If you could only raise your huge ARSE off of my lap! Who knows where it's been?'
Ginny was able to stand up rather quickly and managed to say a hushed "sorry" to him, though flushed, she somewhat disappointed, although she would never admit it.
Draco plunged his hand in his pocket, there he felt something cold and took it out.
'It's some sort of metal object,' says Ginny, curious.
'No, Red. It's not JUST made out of metal. It's gold. Then again, I'm not surprised that you can't see the difference between genuine gold and plated gold.'
Ginny looked away. "I don't get it. Shouldn't I be immune to his insults, especially since he uses always he same material?"
Draco felt the sudden coldness, radiating off of her. (Is that even possible?) "Aww damn it. I hurt her. I don't want to deal with a little girl crying!"
'Sorry, I can be such an ass sometimes.'
Ginny suddenly turns towards him. 'Wow. That's beautiful.'
'Well, I don't really think its poetry,' he replies, taken aback.
'Look! It's shining!'
'Huh?' then he follows her eyes and sees that she's looking at the object in his hand. 'Oh.'
It was shining. Oddly shining very brightly because they were in a dim-lit room. Before they could figure out more what it could be, someone opened the door, drenched completely from head to toe.
'Harry!'
A/N: this was generally 2 chapters but I found that the first didn't attract much to the eyes of the readers so I merged them together. Don't worry, it's NOT the average fic. I promise.
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A Harry Potter fan fiction
Written by ladykamille
The Master Key
Chapter One
___________________________
'Master,' screeches a hoarse voice, 'it is lost, LOST!'
The human rushes down on his knees as the hood of his cloak falls, revealing his face with sweat dripping and a burning color of red.
'I am deeply sorry my Lord, please forgive me, please forgive me. Do not punish me for I am only a messenger. I have no part of this unforgivable act! PLEASE!!' he says in only one breath.
He was about to speak again but his Lord raised him hand, and silence ruled the chamber. All you can hear was the silent trembling of his jaw, dripping of blood on the floor, and his heavy breathing.
'Send me the guard of the key,' says the drawling voice.
At command, two hooded men rushed out and came back with another. They tossed him at their Lord's feet.
'You. what has become of you? I trusted you. I trusted you enough to guard a key! A BLOODY KEY!' boomed Lord Voldemort.
Silence.
'I'm. I'm dreadfully sorry Master, I-I have been lo-losing sleep this p- past few days,' was all he could mumble out.
'Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore.'
The man lifted his head up with eyes wide open and began his sentence, 'Th- ' but suddenly cut by the ray of green flashing before his very eyes and the whisper of the incantation "Avada Kadavra."
'Find it, find it NOW!' ordered Voldemort to his servants as he slinks back on his throne.
***
Ginny Weasley was in the hallways of Hogwarts, running, taking sharp turns to the nearest girl's bathroom. She needed to go. Real bad.
'You there! Red, stop! Hey.'
Ginny ignores the call, unaware that it was addressed to her, and enters the bathroom. She picks the nearest cubicle and lets all hell loose.
'Ahh. about damn time!' she mumbles to herself.
As she fixes her robes, she hears someone enter and the clicking of their heels behind them, circling the lavatory. She was about to step out until she suddenly hears Moaning Myrtle scream, 'A boy! A boy in the premises! Come to make fun of me now?'
"It's probably best if I pretended that I'm not here. Besides, who can resist good gossip?" she thinks to herself as she leans her ear closer to the door.
'Actually Myrtle, if you didn't notice, I'm a Head Boy. Besides, I'm not here for you today, I'm looking for the redhead.' Says a smooth yet icy voice that sends chills, both good and bad.
At that, she leans even closer and rests her hands, slightly below her head.
'Oh. a redhead huh? Well, she's in. there.' And suddenly, the door of Ginny's cubicle opens and down she falls, slamming her hands to the ground, her nose an inch away from the floor.
Ginny looks up at the grinning ghost. "Bloody ghost. Never liked me, that one," she thought. Then looks at the Head Boy, where brown meets silver eyes.
'Of course, who else? Draco Malfoy.'
'Yup, it's me: everyone's favorite Slytherin,' Draco says with his smirk.
'Hmm... yes. Well,' she replies, unimpressed, 'what do you want with me?'
'I don't want to do anything with you, Red.' he replies, looking at her like some dirty rag. 'I'm just here to ask you why you were running like some crazy animal and not stopping at my request.'
'Maybe you should open your eyes and use your brain, Malfoy. We're in a bathroom. And what's a bathroom for?'
'Listen, I personally don't want to know what's your business in the loos, Red.'
She completely ingored his repulsive reply and added, 'And maybe I didn't stop because you called me "Red". Ever thought of that reason?'
'Well... 20 points off Gryffindor for not thinking of the possible consequences of your actions.' He says, unaffected.
'Never knew you cared.'
'Actually, I don't give a damn. I just like taking off points.'
'Sod off.' She simply says.
'Nice, nice. 10 points off for insulting a Head Boy.'
'YOU CAN'T DO THAT!'
'Oh, just watch me.' Then Draco steps out with his cloak dragging behind him, slamming the door.
'I will get you, Malfoy. I don't how, I don't know when but soon. I guarantee you.' Ginny says, glaring at the door.
'Dear, I don't know if you have vision problems but he left already. No use wasting your breath on corny, been used to death sentences like that. Besides, they're just points. Why make a huge deal out of it?'
'Don't you have some wallowing in your misery left to do, Myrtle?' she says, storming out to the hallway, fuming.
'Bloody Gryffindors. Always thinking that all Slytherins are out to get them. Ever since movies came out, they think they're good enough to use the material! Bloody hell!'
***
'Stupid Snape' making me do potions I don't know'¦ Stupid Filch... Stupid cat... all of y'all are stupid! ... All I want to do is just step on the cat's tail and pull out all of her whiskers one by one. He-he-he. Yeah, that's the perfect revenge!' Ginny mumbles while scrubbing the bathroom floor before she had the toilets to clean and the trophy case to polish.
She had a nasty day after meeting Draco. She lost 10 points for failing a potion, then almost got late in her Transfiguration class, and afterwards got caught by Mrs. Norris (as if you can by a cat) because she was lurking about after hours. The point is she has detention, it's 10:52, she's tired, and she still hasn't started on her homework. Which will, for sure, give her extra homework for not doing it properly.
'Huh, still talking to yourself little Weasley?' says Myrtle.
'And you don't?'
Myrtle makes a little "whatever" and flew off. After her departure, she heard small footsteps, sounding too familiar.
'Oh crap.'
The door opens and there stands Draco Malfoy, seeing Ginny Weasley in all her glory: on all fours, with a scrub in her hand and a sponge on the other, and a bandana unsuccessfully covering her wild hair.
'So that's what you look like out of your Hogwarts robes. Can't your robust mother afford you new clothes?'
Ginny was so mad, so frustrated at him - even if that line was getting old. She didn't need the person who started this horrible day to end it, having said the last word. And so, she took matters into her own hands. She stands up, let go of the scrub, and stared at her hand. The sponge. She smiles. "This should be interesting," she thought. She was throwing the sponge up a little in the air, and then catching it, never taking an eye off him.
'You're wet.'
'No I'm not.'
'You will be.'
Then, she throws the sponge direct on his stomach. It didn't hurt him, of course; after all, it was just a sponge.
('Stupid kids,' says Myrtle, spying on them from the celing, 'they are so corny. Can't he see that she was totally coming on to him?')
'Damn you Weasley! Now my shirt has a huge wet spot. Can't afford nice clothes so you ruin other's who can??'
Ginny didn't regret it one bit. She didn't care if he was going to take points off, besides, they're just points.
Then again, she was grateful that she threw the sponge at him because he began to unbutton his polo, revealing his very, very muscular chest, showing his well-developed abs... hmm... yummy.
Ginny just couldn't tear her eyes off of him. 'Damn,' she thought, 'he is FIT! What I would do just to run my hands across his lovely chest and just...'
'Red, what are you doing? I know you can't resist my charm and beauty but please, close your mouth. You're drooling.'
Ginny mentally slaps herself for her to return in reality.
'Don't flatter yourself. I was just... just... oh! Just let me go to work, okay?' Then she goes back to work, the image of Draco Malfoy etched fresh in her mind.
'Poor, poor girl. Trying to deny that I'm much more attractive then Potter but you know that's not true,' he says, now half-naked, only wearing his trousers with his polo over his shoulder. 'You missed a spot,' he says, pointing on the floor.
'No I didn't.'
'Yes you did. Look.' Then he starts to walk on the tiles, leaving mud prints behind. 'You see?'
('And there it is again! Another cheesy and cliched act! What's wrong with this generation? I can't take this anymore' and Myrtle left the restroom.)
Ginny looks dangerously mad.
She pushes him to the floor, his back hitting one of the pipes exposed on the wall, making it burst open, causing water to flow across the room.
'Shit.' They say in unison.
Water floods the whole bathroom; Draco remains motionless because of the bash behind his back; the water continued in the hallways and Ginny Weasley was stuck on her tracks. A little "ping!" of a metal object wakes her up.
'Draco, Draco, we have to move! now! We must get out of here before someone comes in here and gets us in trouble. Draco? Draco? DRACO?!?!'
'Whuh... hiihiihii!' then he falls silent.
'Draco? YOU STUPID, STUPID, STUPID PERSON!' then she starts shaking him, as if it did him any good.
'DU-BLUH!' he suddenly shouts. 'WHAHAHA!'
'STUPID! We're wasting time. C'mon, let's go.' She levitates him and left the now-swimming pool. She set him down on the floor, in an empty classroom. Inside an empty, dry classroom.
Or so she thought.
A small river from the tiny crack of the door seeped through and was weirdly heading towards Ginny. Ginny takes a few steps back and slips, causing her to fall on Draco who was starting to come 'round.
'AARGH!'
'Draco, there had better be a pencil in your pocket coz it's poking my thigh!'
'Don't flatter yourself, Red. There's something in my pocket. If you could only raise your huge ARSE off of my lap! Who knows where it's been?'
Ginny was able to stand up rather quickly and managed to say a hushed "sorry" to him, though flushed, she somewhat disappointed, although she would never admit it.
Draco plunged his hand in his pocket, there he felt something cold and took it out.
'It's some sort of metal object,' says Ginny, curious.
'No, Red. It's not JUST made out of metal. It's gold. Then again, I'm not surprised that you can't see the difference between genuine gold and plated gold.'
Ginny looked away. "I don't get it. Shouldn't I be immune to his insults, especially since he uses always he same material?"
Draco felt the sudden coldness, radiating off of her. (Is that even possible?) "Aww damn it. I hurt her. I don't want to deal with a little girl crying!"
'Sorry, I can be such an ass sometimes.'
Ginny suddenly turns towards him. 'Wow. That's beautiful.'
'Well, I don't really think its poetry,' he replies, taken aback.
'Look! It's shining!'
'Huh?' then he follows her eyes and sees that she's looking at the object in his hand. 'Oh.'
It was shining. Oddly shining very brightly because they were in a dim-lit room. Before they could figure out more what it could be, someone opened the door, drenched completely from head to toe.
'Harry!'
A/N: this was generally 2 chapters but I found that the first didn't attract much to the eyes of the readers so I merged them together. Don't worry, it's NOT the average fic. I promise.