Disclaimer: I didn't invent the characters that J.K. Rowling did. I invented my own. But I still felt the need to use hers. So, most of the characters and places here belong to her, the more deranged ones probably are mine.
Note: This is going to have around three parts to it. I think. I'm not totally sure though. This is a little bit of a test, I'm not at all sure how well this will go over. Anyway, there's lot's of death and probably some weird stuff. [no cussing in this part- a step up for me!] nor will there be a lot of gore, at least I don't really plan on italthough you can never tellthere's nothing like the words DRIPPING BLOOD to wake up the reader [heh heh heh] oh well. Enjoy.
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Harry was wasted, he'd just come back from an extra late quidditch practice. He was more then happy to shut his bed curtins and fall asleep in a nice, soft, bed.
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Fires flickering, ripped tapastrys, hanging from a ceiling hidden in gloom. There were thick pillers carved with strange, blurry images of trees and eyes. The sound of rain drumming was everywhere and, while the whole space was drafty, it still seemed suffocating. Then a woman had came in. Her eyes were a strange and beautiful dull green, but they made alarming contrast with her dark skin and thick hair.
Suddenly she had reached at Harry, bound his hands and smeared something on his forehead. Shadows flashed and slithered, half seen things wirthed in every dark corner. The pounding rain became an intense, unearthly roar. Harry heard the woman yell something, Harry twisted away from her hands, then he'd screamed and everything went black.
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In the morning, Harry woke with a start to the wet grey of dawn. Looking around, he saw his bad hangings, twisted bed covers and his pillow-flung a few feet away from him on the floor. Harry sighed, trying to recall his nightmarehow strange, he'd never been anywhere like that, he'd never met anyone like that, he'd never seen anything like that. Yet now it was all a frightening blur, only a few details remained intact. Harry reached up to brush a strand of hair out of his eyes, only to find it pastered to his head by something slimey and warm. Disgusted, Harry nervously pulled a bit out of his hair and saw that it was mostly on his forehead. There was only a few bits in his hair, and the stuff on his forehead were dark red. What the? Harry jumped out of bed and raced to the bathroom.
In the mirror Harry realized the stuff was more like a paste and had been put on in different shapes. Perhaps it was wiser to not wash it off, that way he could tell someoneyet it was a mad idea, people wouldn't believe it, not even at Hogwarts.
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Harry sat down with breakfast and sat down with Ron and Hermione, Hermione was pouring over her paper which she had started to subscribe to in order to keep an eye out for Rita Skeeter.
"Oh. Uh! Harry, take a look, six people were killed last night!"
"What! Harry grabbed the paper from Hermione and read, horror-struck.
" Herm," he said when he was done, " What's the difference between this magic and the voodoo thing their talking about in the paper and why would Voldermort choose use it?"
"Voodoo?" Ron said, jumping slightly at the word, "voodoo is really creepy, my dad had to deal with this knife that some muggle picked up at a second hand shop. It was really weird, like it kept disappearing and then reappearing somewhere else. All the clocks stopped around it and nobody could touch it either, you needed gloves it was so hot," Ron finished nervously, he was clearly not comfortable talking about this.
"Whoa, that sounds pretty powerful," Hermione said quietly.
"They, I mean, the people who pratice it- they also have these things called jumbi's, they're like demon spirits or something, and there's all sorts of rituals and things you have to do to keep them under controlit's really weird, I don't know how people get into it," Hermione looked at Ron,
"I didn't know you knew so much about-"
"I know lot's of things, you're just always so full of your own brillience to notice," Ron snapped and turned away.
"Ron! I didn't mean that I meant- I meanyeah, okay, fine, put it that way and I did. Um, sorry."
Ron rolled his eyes and snorted disdainfully, "Whatever, you have to help me with my muggle studies essay on E-mail now.
Harry tried not to laugh, oh well, at least he's got the name right, he thought.
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That night Harry had another dream, only this time the building was filled with strange smoky wraiths that drifted about erratically. Again, six more people were found dead in the morning, this time, the paper went on and on about how Voldermort must be stopped.
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It was a stormy night and the windows were being pelted with rain. Suddenly the doors flew open. Everyone craned forward to see the visiter, then someone screamed.
In through the door stepped a tall, skeletal figure. The doors slammed shut behind it and flickering candle light iluminated shock white skin, a flat serpent like nose, and gleaming red eyes.
Harry's scar burst with pain. How? How could this happen? Harry's mind screamed. He felt totally numb, to him, and almost everyone, Hogwarts was a safe place. Yet, suddenly the ground was ripped out from under everyone's feet, and the epitamy of all nightmares has just walked in, Lord Voldermort was inside Hogwarts.
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Nah ha ha ha! I'm so evil, leaving it here! [hee hee] however, rest easy, I'll post more tomorrow, not in the near future, tomorrow, Aug. 27. Thanks for reading this ;0) please review.