AUTHOR'S NOTE: Greetings! So, I'm back with this NEW story. Tell you everything later. But for now... enjoy this.
So, without further ado, I presented you all - THE METALLIC SILVER ONES.
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THE METALLIC SILVER ONES
Dark silhouettes of shapeless shadows created an evil glow across the already dim-litted Mansion. The only soft, greyish beam of the moonlight was welcomed to light the darkened place, highlighting the structure of this tall and elegant looking building. A long aisle of freshly trimmed bushes graced the pathways that led straight to the forefront porch; where a high, long and extremely heavy blackish wooden awaits with sharply glinting golden brass as doorknobs. A small glint of yellow beam gleamed from the top, far side of the building, where thousands of small frameless window panel were built.
Faintly, night crickets chirped a little – to try and reduce the unbearable silence; which had seemed to have engulfed the every nook and corner of this empty, gloomy, dark and forbidden mansion.
Yet, somewhere, from the same side of the mansion, a strange sound pierces throughout the place suddenly. A sound so shrill and loud – that it was impossible to not to hear the echos that have resounded and bounced off the walls of the corridors.
Those corridors, where the dark silhouettes of shapeless shadows easily and steadily crept inside them and danced off the walls, licking up its way up to those small frameless windows – which lined the walls of the one side of the high cemented ceilings.
A scream.
"Do you like that, mudblood?"
A voice – so deep and coated with indubitable malice – inquired. The owner of the voice echoing around one of those darkened corridors, where a light comes unbridled from the slightly opened door of the room; which was situated in the middle of the corridor.
Vaguely, an answer comes in the form of a whimper.
A plea was heard.
But it was quickly set aside when a raucous of laughter dawned the request, before a voice cried out manically, "Crucio!"
And the screams were heard once again.
The tormentors of the victim begin cackling in glee – for they obviously seem to be enjoying this hideous show.
However, unbeknownst to them, a figure darkened one of those windows that graces the wall at the far side of the room. Its glasses were opened and broken to pieces – and was watching them silently, all crouched and low, letting the cold wind to blow past them and rushed inside the room. Observing and calculating, with a grace of a lion.
"The Dark Lord would be so pleased," said the voice in a low, hushed tone.
The second person was about to consent in agreement – for having captured a muggleborn girl from the Downtown streets just for the fun's sake, as they were bored in roaming about the Malfoy Mansion – when suddenly, they fall face down at the carpet below them. Puzzled and curious at hearing an abrupt thud from just beside of him, the first person lowered their wand, taking off the spell and letting the tortured victim to gasp ruggedly and looked over their shoulder.
But just before their eyes could take on the unmoving form which was lying before them and react according to it – a red jet of beam hit them straight on their chest, and they immediately took their place alongside their companion on the floor. Unconscious.
Blue eyes flitted up frightfully, hands held up and tied on the shackles high above their head and kneeling on the ground, panting. The girl watched as the figure from far corner of the room straightened from their crouching position. Amongst the darkness of the room, a pair of gleaming eyes stare straight back at her, still as a statue.
Still breathless from the boundless torture she'd endure for god knows how long, she could only stare at them, anxiously waiting for another foreign beam to hit her, and make her skin to feel on fire. For her to make feel so much pain that even rivaled any kind of beating she might dare to imagine for as long as she lived.
But as the seconds ticked away to minutes, her shoulder started to sag slightly in relief. For nothing has come upon her as she watched the statue figure that still stood at the far end of the room, motionless.
She struggled to think of something, as she started to become confused and self-conscious the longer they keep up this strange staring contest – not that she could see them, as they are still hidden and surrounded by the darkness so perfectly – but unfortunately, her eyes widened dramatically when she saw the figure twitched a little.
And before she could make an attempt to shout in protest, to not to hurt her – a beam hit her straight near her collarbone, and blackness surrounded her vision, as she succumbed into unconsciousness.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, how was it? I hope that you like it. I know that I've other stories to do as well. But, it's begging me to show it to you all. And I dearly hope that you might love this as well. I'll tell you everything later. Yet, know, that this is a Post - Hogwarts War. Everybody is back, and getting starting with their life - contemplating what to do or how to begin with their now new found freedom. I won't reveal the paring soon. But you all are smart and clever enough to deduce the mystery behind the pairings. Moreover, I'm new with the Narrator or Author"s point of view. So, help me sail through this bad thunderstorm, and be patient. I would love to have your perceptive, suggestions and advice. So, don't hesitate whatsoever, and tell me straight. I won't mind. However, I'm going to shut up and let you go ahead with this fic. I hope in this beautiful journey, you'll enjoy just as much as I. Now, I'm waiting for your reviews. DO tell how is it.
Much love,
S.P. Tripathi