Until the Sun Hast Risen
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Prologue: Entrance of a Demon
Neither vapor nor air entailed to its quality; something a Muggle, perhaps would call fog sprung into the minds of all whom watched it, peculiarly float along the dais before gently taking off towards the celestial heavens above; where rejection proclaimed its mark, but also where refuge appeared in the solid form of a sanctuary. It was almost an art, floating away like this, as though one were weightless in all description…
This did not faze the oddly opaque water-vapor form. Sailing higher into the sky, the clouds revealed the location; a quaint cottage with many floors stacked upon itself as a haphazard tower of Exploding Snap cards. Their defenses were weak; the Dark Lord was at present, vanquished from the world, but they, the Wizarding World, overlooked the small fact that more than one Death Eater still lingered, despite the hushed undertone that spoke of the death of the prestigious one whom had clawed the way to the top of Voldemort's ranks with effort unmatched. This title, this recognition of the deeds that one such as her committed caused her to revel in superiority. Surely, the Dark Lord would find her more perchance to love if she greeted him with the news that he had never failed; only been overclouded for a brief moment of death. She yet knew that he was afraid of death. She took kindly to this fear, despite her nature; for she followed all steps that he once stood upon, for she would emulate him in every way if he were to somehow, someday, hold her in his affections for the arts of evil that eclipsed their minds so completely.
Descending as though a sheet upon water in the moonlit night, she entered through the open window, half-expecting that Blood-Traitor to be awake, with all those pressures upon him, not to mention Freddie's death. But this was not so. He slept soundly, and if the vapor could smirk, she would have at that moment. His breaths fell lightly upon the warm summer's night air, and she descended further, almost to the point where she could touch his nose, and taint his soul once more. There was only one problem; Harry Potter slept in that Blood-Traitor's arms, the only sister of Freddie, and daughter of the one who had called her, the vapor, at death's door for naught but a moment, until she regained the slightly puzzling form of almost a Patronus with no animal to inhabit. This suited her. If her Master had triumphed over such events, so could she.
Bracing for the impact for a moment, she hovered, almost to Harry's nose, and cringed into more compact of a position. The very thought sickened her of entering into a body of a teenager, a Blood-Traitor, of unclean blood no less! A Half-Blood, which mimicked the Dark Lord in most entirety, she smiled a manic smile before allowing herself to enter his nostrils entirely by his own breaths. If not from the outside, from having no body, she would destroy him on the inside, a slow and painful death if she ever saw one. Let the fun begin.
A/N: Not too bad of a beginning, was it? This is my first full fan-fiction outside the realm of MMAD, so I haven't a clue whether it is acceptable for any other people out there besides the dear ones on the Harry Potter Boards. No, this does not mean that I am abandoning MMAD, (sorry to all of those who wish I were!) but rather posting something else for a change. ;] I beg of you to review-- the chapters are about double this length on average so it will get longer, I promise. I will post every two weeks or so.