"How could he do that to me?" The boy growled rather annoyed with the situation.
It was dark, it was murky, there was no moon and the starry sky glinted with purpurrine. The boy was not feeling sparkly, or starry at all, actually he was feeling dark and murky. The shinny shoes were stmping on the ground as the boy paced furiously across the stone floor. There was not a fixed direction, he was not really sure where he was headed, he just wanted to cool his fiery temper. He felt betrayed, abandoned, replaced, and a whole salad of emotions he was not too sure about their origin or meaning.
"Stupid..." the boy muttered angrily, "I thought he was my best friend! He was my brother!" the boy growled again, this time it sounded very animalistic to him.
At the ancestral sound of his angered growl, the boy leapt lightly, shocked, and remaint very still. He glanced around into the dark corridor, but only darkness received his gaze. As well as he could see into the night shadows, there was always that feeling that people were about to find his secret, that he would let it slip accidentally, and everyone would know who he was... what he was.
"Hummm..." murmurred the boy, relaxing the tension of his muscles and frowning to return to his insistent displeasure. "Stupid..."
The strong, yet boyish legs dragged him past the corridors. The starry light seemed to filtrate into the castle through the open windows, which were glassless. The luminity carved the window gap's shape on the floor. The young man's shadow shattered the stillness of such perfection, only to be recovered as soon as he vanished, like liquid.
"Oh, how I wish I would leave far away, to a place where they couldn't find me, just to hide and scare him a little!" the boy thought frowning, so deeply concentrated in his pleading he almost wished it to become true.
The student, for he was a Hogwarts student, took another step forward and turned around, his arms crossed, his head low, and his lips pursed in annoyance. He looked like a big, unshaved, five years old having a tantrum. Actually, he was having a tantrum, and it was so ridiculous it surprised him.
"Still, I wish I could hide far away and give him a scare!" the boy repeated with a snort, considering it would be more interesting to make people suffer just a bit.
The boy turned around again and walked back to the same place. This time he was considering doing that, and somehow decided to follow is instinct and walked heading towards the end of the corridor. His tounge licked the fleshy lips, his eyes glimered mischievously at the thought of doing something so childlish as hiding. But where?.
"Oh, I hope I can find a place to hide, a place where they would never find me!" the boy thought strongly, thinking hard about all the placed he knew.
There was a light, almost whooshy sound. It reminded him to a light gust of breeze, of summer air that ran past the trees and shook the leaves to make them chime. The boy turned around curious. His eyes widdened, his lips parted and his lungs inhaled air in a loud gasp. A door. A unique door had suddenly appeared on the wall. It was brown. It was wooden. It was old and dusty. It looked torn and battered. It had no carvings. It had no drawings. It had not cryptic inscriptions, or anything written on it. It was square, dull, and made of pine, probably. Yes, it was deffinitely an unique door.
The boy walked towards it and examined it closely. As I mentioned, it didn't look special in any possible way. As it didn't look threatening, ordangerous. Nor it appeared as if it would beneffit him in any way. It was inescrutable. Being the curious boy he was, the student grinned mischievously, his eyes narrowed, glinting restlessly, and his hand extended towards the door. The angel, the conscience, the good guy sitting at his right told him not to do it, that it could be dangerous, that he didn't know what was on the other side, or the properties from that door. Unfortunately for the tiny angel, the boy was lefthanded.
The door oposed the same resistence an ameba would if being stuffed into a test tube. None. It oppened with ease, docile and obedient, with a feeble screech of the oxidated edges. The man didn't know what to expect. Money, luxury, an incredibly expensive, rapid and wonderful car? Did the car fly? Deffinitely, whatever he expected was not what he encountered.
How to describe it? A whirlpool of colours imagined by a neurotic artist who was too high on weed? That would be pretty accurate, if the artist was an anarchist hippy. Lest be more accurate, it was an arch, a roman, half point arch, except it grew to become some kind of entrance. The arch, built out of stone, had an incription written on top of it, delicately carved on the curve with something similar to sanscrit.
"The Alternative To Destiny." The curious writting read.
"The Alternative To Destiny? What the heck does that mean?" the boy inquired, narrowing his eyebrows with confusion.
The mixture of creamy colours and glittering sparks kept gliding and twirling like a frozen whirpool, or a hurricane of a very thick fluid. The boy stared at it. Nothing, only that dazzling mass of Merlin knew what spiralling and spiralling to endless times. Shrugging, he decided he had nothing to loose if he just tried. The man took a step into the door. Inmediatly, the colours began to slither in frantic movement, and the sparkling grew to become a glow that illuminated the whole room. The boy was engulfed by the brightness. As the luminity subsided, nothing but the night shadows were left in the room.
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"Oh, how much I wish I could get a friend, someone who listened to me, someone who talked to me, someone who would always help me when I needed..." Luna sighed, pacing back and forth down the corridor.
A door, a unique door, appeared on the wall. That same door that had engulfed the boy. The wooden object plunged open rather abruptly. A young boy, of around seventeen, came rolling out of a flash of luminity that seemed to erupt from the opening.
"A Soul Gnawing Elf!" Luna gasped with surprise.
"A what?" the boy looked disoriented, and glanced with slight confusion at the dreamy looking girl before him.
"You know, you bite at my soul and give me bad feelings, sadness and nightmares..." Luna explained convinced at her statement.
"Ah... Right, well, pleased to meet you." The boy comented, glancing at Luna as if she was from another planet.
The boy stood up and began dusting his grey uniform pants and his white, open shirt. He turned around to point at the door and gasped lightly. It was gone, gone with the same mistery it had appeared. The student shrugged, it was not too important, it had prooved to be fake. Was this the Alternative to Destiny? Coming out of the room and encountering a young girl who was visibly bonkers?
"By the way, who are you?" the boy questioned, eyeing the girl curiously, "I've never seen you around, are you new?" the man finished asking.
"When I asked for a friend..." the girl began gasping, her voice a terrified stutter, "This was not what I had in mind!" Luna shrieked.
The young Ravenclaw turned around and fled rapidly through the corridor.
"Hey... wait!" the boy oppened his hand and extended his arm to stop her fleeding.
To no avail. The shrieking youth vanished across the corner and dissapeared when she dived into the darkness. The boy shrugged, she was crazy anyways. He looked around and examined the stones curiously. Odd, he couldn't remember this corridor, sure, he had arrived somehow, but he was so furious he didn't realice which was he was walking. That made him realice he had been lucky not to encounter Filch, or that nosy, annoing Head Boy. Remembering his anger, the boy noticed he was no longer angry. Shrugging, he began walking into the dark. There must be a familiar corridor nearby.
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It hadn't taken him more than half an hour finding his path and reaching the all too familiar Gryffindor tower. To be more exact, he hadn't reached it yet, but was on his way, taking things calmly and breathing the stillness and freshness of the auttum air. All was going perfect, he had cured his anger and had even smirked at the memory of that crazy aparition. Everything was going perfect until a black cat crossed his path and broke a mirror.
"Hey, stop right now!" shrieked a severe, alarmed voice, which seemed also serious as dramatically interested in following every single sure.
To Be Continued...
AN: Just something that came across my mind while going in my car. The beggining is pretty stupid, but it will get a lot better, I promise.