A/N: Just a story! Well, the prologue is NOT very interesting, but I am starved,
starved for reviews. Please give my digestive system something to do...be a
darling and review, review, review!
Confusing warning is in place for all those that read. Thanks!
Dominic thought to himself the instructions that Miller had given him to be set
free: Find the flute, find a Miller family member and seize the truth.
He constantly longed to be set free and feel the sun on his face.
*
Dominic entered the silent and echoey toilets. He looked around, spotting no
one then entered the first cubicle that he saw. He heard a strangled and stifled
cry echo into his ears. It had come from the cubicle next to him. He zipped
up his fly and then clambered onto the Hogwarts toilet seat. What he saw made
him almost fait in panic, shock, fear and terror all in one. There was Slytherin
Onag Miller half transformed into a twisted and mutated body violating nature,
he was turning into the much feared murderer, Greame Saturn-Turnelle. He didn't
know what to do. He turned and ran, hopefully before he had spotted him. But
Greame/Onag had spotted him and he immediately unlocked the cubicle, pulled
out his wand and then summoned Dominic to him. He then plucked Dominic's wand
from his plump hand and then forced him to sleep with a sleeping charm.
Onag/Greame continued to transform and then made the sleeping Dominic, seemingly
fly. He allowed him to fly for a few seconds before then controlling him to
hover two feet, occasionally three feet above the ground. He lingered him up
the staircases, unnoticed and then stood before the One-Eyed Witch. He hissed
the password out:
'Dissendium!'
Obediently the statue slid to the side and he lightly hopped in and then beckoned
the sleeping body up to him.
He said an incantation when he reached where he wanted to be, just below a lit
torch which was flickering in the slight draft. The light danced eerily throughout
the corridor.
'Carevus Denndi!' he chanted. The end of his wand lit up immensely and the light
was so bright it lit up the surrounding area like a beacon. He slowly drew a
door shape with the lit end of his wand and then the wand suddenly extinguished.
It took a while for his eyes to adjust from the extremely bright and harsh light
of only seconds ago to the dim, flickering light of now. When they had finally
adjusted, he set Dominic on the ground with a thud and then proceeded into the
little room he had just created in the tunnel to Hogsmeade. He bowed down, almost
had to kneel, to enter the small, confined room. He summoned a house elf, which
immediately came through. He gave it instructions, knowing very well it would
follow them. He looked around, inspecting his handiwork with great pride.
Inside the minute door there was one large room. It had a bed, a chair and a
table. It had a toilet and a laundry, he had everything he needed and a house
elf. Dominic was banished to this place for the next one hundred years, but
the only way he could get out, even before the century was to find a small
flute, a family member of the person who put you in there and to seize the
truth. He placed Dominic in the chamber and then threw the house elf him
with him.
He stood out of the chamber, and looked at his watch, he had only thirty-six
minutes to complete this sessions 'work' and then transform back. He muttered
some Latin and then the chamber sealed its self. He chuckled maliciously, his
plot getting monotinous, he stepped out from behind the One-Eyed Witch.
He prowled along the corridors, played a small flute and then a small dagger
rushed towards his hands. He caught it and then stabbed the girl, twice then
pulling the lancet back towards him, he would stab her again, this time bringing
the blade up and hooking it upwards towards her heart and through her vital organs.
A scream interrupted him. He whirled around, spotting where the sound had originated.
*
Years later, Dominic just sat back and took to the thought that he would never
be free. He looked at his surrounding for the last sixty years. He looked around
at his ailed and sickening house elf, which was still obedient to his command,
but was not able to free him. His fantasies had come to an end. He needed a
Potter, someone who could hear him. He had tried to lure in a Lachlan Potter,
but he didn't pass this corridor or even know about the secret passage to try
and get in. He had no sense of the Potter mischief, none of the cheekiness;
the general ability to lure trouble, even if it wasn't wanted or appreciated.
He took a sip of butterbeer and sighed. Looking around his old, familiar, tedious surroundings.
starved for reviews. Please give my digestive system something to do...be a
darling and review, review, review!
Confusing warning is in place for all those that read. Thanks!
Dominic thought to himself the instructions that Miller had given him to be set
free: Find the flute, find a Miller family member and seize the truth.
He constantly longed to be set free and feel the sun on his face.
*
Dominic entered the silent and echoey toilets. He looked around, spotting no
one then entered the first cubicle that he saw. He heard a strangled and stifled
cry echo into his ears. It had come from the cubicle next to him. He zipped
up his fly and then clambered onto the Hogwarts toilet seat. What he saw made
him almost fait in panic, shock, fear and terror all in one. There was Slytherin
Onag Miller half transformed into a twisted and mutated body violating nature,
he was turning into the much feared murderer, Greame Saturn-Turnelle. He didn't
know what to do. He turned and ran, hopefully before he had spotted him. But
Greame/Onag had spotted him and he immediately unlocked the cubicle, pulled
out his wand and then summoned Dominic to him. He then plucked Dominic's wand
from his plump hand and then forced him to sleep with a sleeping charm.
Onag/Greame continued to transform and then made the sleeping Dominic, seemingly
fly. He allowed him to fly for a few seconds before then controlling him to
hover two feet, occasionally three feet above the ground. He lingered him up
the staircases, unnoticed and then stood before the One-Eyed Witch. He hissed
the password out:
'Dissendium!'
Obediently the statue slid to the side and he lightly hopped in and then beckoned
the sleeping body up to him.
He said an incantation when he reached where he wanted to be, just below a lit
torch which was flickering in the slight draft. The light danced eerily throughout
the corridor.
'Carevus Denndi!' he chanted. The end of his wand lit up immensely and the light
was so bright it lit up the surrounding area like a beacon. He slowly drew a
door shape with the lit end of his wand and then the wand suddenly extinguished.
It took a while for his eyes to adjust from the extremely bright and harsh light
of only seconds ago to the dim, flickering light of now. When they had finally
adjusted, he set Dominic on the ground with a thud and then proceeded into the
little room he had just created in the tunnel to Hogsmeade. He bowed down, almost
had to kneel, to enter the small, confined room. He summoned a house elf, which
immediately came through. He gave it instructions, knowing very well it would
follow them. He looked around, inspecting his handiwork with great pride.
Inside the minute door there was one large room. It had a bed, a chair and a
table. It had a toilet and a laundry, he had everything he needed and a house
elf. Dominic was banished to this place for the next one hundred years, but
the only way he could get out, even before the century was to find a small
flute, a family member of the person who put you in there and to seize the
truth. He placed Dominic in the chamber and then threw the house elf him
with him.
He stood out of the chamber, and looked at his watch, he had only thirty-six
minutes to complete this sessions 'work' and then transform back. He muttered
some Latin and then the chamber sealed its self. He chuckled maliciously, his
plot getting monotinous, he stepped out from behind the One-Eyed Witch.
He prowled along the corridors, played a small flute and then a small dagger
rushed towards his hands. He caught it and then stabbed the girl, twice then
pulling the lancet back towards him, he would stab her again, this time bringing
the blade up and hooking it upwards towards her heart and through her vital organs.
A scream interrupted him. He whirled around, spotting where the sound had originated.
*
Years later, Dominic just sat back and took to the thought that he would never
be free. He looked at his surrounding for the last sixty years. He looked around
at his ailed and sickening house elf, which was still obedient to his command,
but was not able to free him. His fantasies had come to an end. He needed a
Potter, someone who could hear him. He had tried to lure in a Lachlan Potter,
but he didn't pass this corridor or even know about the secret passage to try
and get in. He had no sense of the Potter mischief, none of the cheekiness;
the general ability to lure trouble, even if it wasn't wanted or appreciated.
He took a sip of butterbeer and sighed. Looking around his old, familiar, tedious surroundings.