CHAPTER 1 - The Death of Dora
It was an unusual and narrow hallway. Inside were four closed doors situated on each side of the hall, and between them were red-flaming torches, giving the room a dull sense of light. A strange rusty odor was hovering in the air that seemed to be coming from behind the front door, spreading like a contagious disease.
In this dim corridor entered a lanky woman dressed in deep emerald green robes. She had cruddy black hair that was waving involuntarily, revealing her youthful face. It was pale and bony, seeming like it hadn't moved in weeks. Covering it were dark heavy-lidded eyes. They rubbed off a glint of menace as if she wanted to attack someone. Her long nose twitched at the smell surrounding her.
She looked down and a slim wand was fixed in her right hand that was moving frustratedly, pointing straightly in front of her.
Her footsteps reached the front door, causing her eyes to madden with gleam. The wand was positioned at the golden doorknob now, and the woman muttered, "Alohomora."
The old fashioned door creaked open, showing a timid office room facing the woman. Ahead of her was a huge stonewalled fireplace. Its flames were dieing out, but still giving off wisps of gray smoke into the air. It smelled like burnt coal that made the woman gag quietly. Also, on top of the fireplace were miniature models of wizards and animals moving and grinning graciously.
On each side of the burning fireplace were two closed windows that were small and rigid looking. Filthy yellow curtains were hanging on them, missing various patches of cloth.
The lady tilted her head to the left of her, just discovering portraits of wizards and witches snoozing deeply.
But what was on the right side of the room made her day. There was a wooden desk towered with rolls of parchment and blue ink pellets splattered over the desk like drops of water on sand. On top of a sky blue piece of parchment was a head resting.
It was another woman, with half of her head lying splat down on the parchment, and the other half was facing upwards so the woman standing could see it. She too had long dark hair and a gloomy but innocent appeal on her face.
The woman on her feet flashed a wicked smile, and raising her wand, she hollered, "Crucio!"
The other woman jumped up at the speed of a bullet and screamed at the top of her lungs. Her frail body was twitching horribly, feeling as if a hundred sharp knives had attacked her.
Before she knew it, she was squirming on the floor like a tattered worm, and gazed up. A twisted evil face was glaring back at her, full of despise.
"Trixie?" She breathed, as soft as the wind. Bewilderness was written all over her face, wondering about the person in front of her.
In all of a sudden, she rose up and snatched her wand from the desk, under thick rolls of parchment. Both wands were now pointing at each other, along with their faces.
"What are you doing here?" She said, accusingly.
The woman that had been called Trixie chortled. There was a hint of craziness in her voice, like she had just been released out of jail. "Orders, Dora." Her voice spoke, that made something trickle down Dora's spine.
"Still dare to call me Trixie, you traitor!" She flashed.
"What are you doing here?" Dora croaked again.
"We can't have you babbling our plans everywhere, now can we?" Said Trixie.
Trixie took a step forward. Dora couldn't believe it. Trixie appeared to be talking almost non-humanly, not even caring, not remembering...
Dora's shocked face slowly changed into sympathy. "Trixie, it's not too late! Give it up like me and come to our side! Remember how you used to be happy? You could-"
"I'll be happy when I kill you! You betrayed us! Any when you betray the Dark side, there is no way out!" Interrupted Trixie. She yelled, "Crucio!"
But Dora was too quick for her, because she had ducked down in an instant. The jet of light coming from Trixie's wand shot the portrait of an old witch with blond hair, dressed in purple robes. The portrait burst into pieces, and fell to the floor hitting Dora's feet.
Dora yelped shortly when she saw her left leg bleeding freely, a bit of glass stuck to her skin.
She raised her wand against Trixie's heart and wailed, "Stupe-"
"Protego!" As red light vibrated from Dora's wand, Trixie intercepted it by brilliant purple light. The red light dissolved, and the purple light curved rightwards and burned into the front door of the office. A huge black hole was forming in the middle of the door gradually.
CRACK.
In a mere moment, a firm arm was locked around Dora's neck. Her heart was beating so heavily, it felt like something was hitting her on her chest every second. Her was face was covered with sweat and a trace of panic. Trixie had just Apparated right behind her. One of her feet was stomped over Dora's right foot, and again, Dora shrilled in extreme pain. She hurtled the force of her whole body backwards and came free. Trixie jumped in unease.
CRACK.
The next second, Dora appeared at the rear of Trixie, and bellowed, "Petrificus Totalus!"
The evil woman's arms and legs locked together around her body like sticky glue. Trixie's eyes went round; staring wildly, and then, her body fell to the ground with an unbearable thud. It shook back and forth for a few moments, and then went as still as ice.
Dora gasped with relief and she too fell to the floor. Her heart was still beating heavily. She noticed that blood was gashing down under her knee, and it stung as if she had just been rocketed with bees.
Her teeth clenched tightly together and she stumbled forward to witness Trixie's frozen torso. Dora dreaded gratefully what she was about to do, but it had to be done. Someone had to catch her and send her to jail. It was the right thing to do, or so Dora thought.
Taking a deep breath of hesitation, her feet elevated up and she looked around. Only a slight trace of fire was now present in the fireplace. Dora reached it, and murmured, "Lumos."
A small amount of fire lit at the top of her wand and she made it touch the remaining wood. New flames burst out that highlighted Dora's wrinkled face.
"Adam!" She uttered desperately. "Adam!"
Dora was craving at the sight of her husband's face in the fire, but it didn't come. She gazed into the fire, finding it an amazing sight.
Suddenly, something cold tingled her left shoulder. She knew on instinct that it was. Her face zoomed around to see a face of fury staring back at her.
"This is what you deserve." Her menacing voice rang out. "And so will your sweet daughter."
"On no, if you even go near her I will send you to hell!" Dora bellowed with all the strength she could muster up.
"She will die when we need her to." Trixie snorted, her voice still calm. "She is the key. There was a prediction that stated the significance of the sacrifice of your daughter. It is still a mystery, but..."
A perplexed look came on Dora's face, "What prediction?"
Trixie cackled with laughter, and touched her hair with her free hand. "There is no need for you to find out anything. All you need to know is that your daughter will be dead when she's of age."
"YOU WON'T TOUCH HER! I WON'T LET YOU!"
Trixie was calm as ever, and simply said, "I'm afraid to say that you won't be capable of preventing anything anymore."
Dora looked like she was about to spit at Trixie. Her eyes were glaring at Trixie with uttermost disgust.
"I can't believe I even considered for a second that you were my friend." She spat out.
Trixie squinted her eyes and came out of her fixed state. She screeched, "I can't believe I considered you ever to be even a bit truthful! You betrayed us Dora! You will pay!"
"I came to my senses, Trixie," said Dora; "there is nothing wrong about that." Dora didn't know why she still hadn't Disapparated out of the room. She was too weak; feeling like all of her blood had been drained out of her.
"You deceived us! Right before my Master fell into thin air!"
"I-"
But before Dora had a chance to speak, a voice bellowed, "Avada Kedavra!"
A strand of green light struck Dora and she was no more.
It was an unusual and narrow hallway. Inside were four closed doors situated on each side of the hall, and between them were red-flaming torches, giving the room a dull sense of light. A strange rusty odor was hovering in the air that seemed to be coming from behind the front door, spreading like a contagious disease.
In this dim corridor entered a lanky woman dressed in deep emerald green robes. She had cruddy black hair that was waving involuntarily, revealing her youthful face. It was pale and bony, seeming like it hadn't moved in weeks. Covering it were dark heavy-lidded eyes. They rubbed off a glint of menace as if she wanted to attack someone. Her long nose twitched at the smell surrounding her.
She looked down and a slim wand was fixed in her right hand that was moving frustratedly, pointing straightly in front of her.
Her footsteps reached the front door, causing her eyes to madden with gleam. The wand was positioned at the golden doorknob now, and the woman muttered, "Alohomora."
The old fashioned door creaked open, showing a timid office room facing the woman. Ahead of her was a huge stonewalled fireplace. Its flames were dieing out, but still giving off wisps of gray smoke into the air. It smelled like burnt coal that made the woman gag quietly. Also, on top of the fireplace were miniature models of wizards and animals moving and grinning graciously.
On each side of the burning fireplace were two closed windows that were small and rigid looking. Filthy yellow curtains were hanging on them, missing various patches of cloth.
The lady tilted her head to the left of her, just discovering portraits of wizards and witches snoozing deeply.
But what was on the right side of the room made her day. There was a wooden desk towered with rolls of parchment and blue ink pellets splattered over the desk like drops of water on sand. On top of a sky blue piece of parchment was a head resting.
It was another woman, with half of her head lying splat down on the parchment, and the other half was facing upwards so the woman standing could see it. She too had long dark hair and a gloomy but innocent appeal on her face.
The woman on her feet flashed a wicked smile, and raising her wand, she hollered, "Crucio!"
The other woman jumped up at the speed of a bullet and screamed at the top of her lungs. Her frail body was twitching horribly, feeling as if a hundred sharp knives had attacked her.
Before she knew it, she was squirming on the floor like a tattered worm, and gazed up. A twisted evil face was glaring back at her, full of despise.
"Trixie?" She breathed, as soft as the wind. Bewilderness was written all over her face, wondering about the person in front of her.
In all of a sudden, she rose up and snatched her wand from the desk, under thick rolls of parchment. Both wands were now pointing at each other, along with their faces.
"What are you doing here?" She said, accusingly.
The woman that had been called Trixie chortled. There was a hint of craziness in her voice, like she had just been released out of jail. "Orders, Dora." Her voice spoke, that made something trickle down Dora's spine.
"Still dare to call me Trixie, you traitor!" She flashed.
"What are you doing here?" Dora croaked again.
"We can't have you babbling our plans everywhere, now can we?" Said Trixie.
Trixie took a step forward. Dora couldn't believe it. Trixie appeared to be talking almost non-humanly, not even caring, not remembering...
Dora's shocked face slowly changed into sympathy. "Trixie, it's not too late! Give it up like me and come to our side! Remember how you used to be happy? You could-"
"I'll be happy when I kill you! You betrayed us! Any when you betray the Dark side, there is no way out!" Interrupted Trixie. She yelled, "Crucio!"
But Dora was too quick for her, because she had ducked down in an instant. The jet of light coming from Trixie's wand shot the portrait of an old witch with blond hair, dressed in purple robes. The portrait burst into pieces, and fell to the floor hitting Dora's feet.
Dora yelped shortly when she saw her left leg bleeding freely, a bit of glass stuck to her skin.
She raised her wand against Trixie's heart and wailed, "Stupe-"
"Protego!" As red light vibrated from Dora's wand, Trixie intercepted it by brilliant purple light. The red light dissolved, and the purple light curved rightwards and burned into the front door of the office. A huge black hole was forming in the middle of the door gradually.
CRACK.
In a mere moment, a firm arm was locked around Dora's neck. Her heart was beating so heavily, it felt like something was hitting her on her chest every second. Her was face was covered with sweat and a trace of panic. Trixie had just Apparated right behind her. One of her feet was stomped over Dora's right foot, and again, Dora shrilled in extreme pain. She hurtled the force of her whole body backwards and came free. Trixie jumped in unease.
CRACK.
The next second, Dora appeared at the rear of Trixie, and bellowed, "Petrificus Totalus!"
The evil woman's arms and legs locked together around her body like sticky glue. Trixie's eyes went round; staring wildly, and then, her body fell to the ground with an unbearable thud. It shook back and forth for a few moments, and then went as still as ice.
Dora gasped with relief and she too fell to the floor. Her heart was still beating heavily. She noticed that blood was gashing down under her knee, and it stung as if she had just been rocketed with bees.
Her teeth clenched tightly together and she stumbled forward to witness Trixie's frozen torso. Dora dreaded gratefully what she was about to do, but it had to be done. Someone had to catch her and send her to jail. It was the right thing to do, or so Dora thought.
Taking a deep breath of hesitation, her feet elevated up and she looked around. Only a slight trace of fire was now present in the fireplace. Dora reached it, and murmured, "Lumos."
A small amount of fire lit at the top of her wand and she made it touch the remaining wood. New flames burst out that highlighted Dora's wrinkled face.
"Adam!" She uttered desperately. "Adam!"
Dora was craving at the sight of her husband's face in the fire, but it didn't come. She gazed into the fire, finding it an amazing sight.
Suddenly, something cold tingled her left shoulder. She knew on instinct that it was. Her face zoomed around to see a face of fury staring back at her.
"This is what you deserve." Her menacing voice rang out. "And so will your sweet daughter."
"On no, if you even go near her I will send you to hell!" Dora bellowed with all the strength she could muster up.
"She will die when we need her to." Trixie snorted, her voice still calm. "She is the key. There was a prediction that stated the significance of the sacrifice of your daughter. It is still a mystery, but..."
A perplexed look came on Dora's face, "What prediction?"
Trixie cackled with laughter, and touched her hair with her free hand. "There is no need for you to find out anything. All you need to know is that your daughter will be dead when she's of age."
"YOU WON'T TOUCH HER! I WON'T LET YOU!"
Trixie was calm as ever, and simply said, "I'm afraid to say that you won't be capable of preventing anything anymore."
Dora looked like she was about to spit at Trixie. Her eyes were glaring at Trixie with uttermost disgust.
"I can't believe I even considered for a second that you were my friend." She spat out.
Trixie squinted her eyes and came out of her fixed state. She screeched, "I can't believe I considered you ever to be even a bit truthful! You betrayed us Dora! You will pay!"
"I came to my senses, Trixie," said Dora; "there is nothing wrong about that." Dora didn't know why she still hadn't Disapparated out of the room. She was too weak; feeling like all of her blood had been drained out of her.
"You deceived us! Right before my Master fell into thin air!"
"I-"
But before Dora had a chance to speak, a voice bellowed, "Avada Kedavra!"
A strand of green light struck Dora and she was no more.